Billionaire Ex-wife: I Can't Live Without You

Concerned about potential trouble, Hilda stood and announced, ““I’ll go cook.

You two chat.”

Quickly, Lucinda caught Hilda by the arm and coaxed her back to her seat.

“Let them handle the kitchen tonight, Hilda.

Stay here with me.”

“How can I let our guests do the cooking? That’s not right.”

“They hardly see themselves as guests.

They know what they’re doing.

Don’t fret,” Lucinda reassured her.

Leaning close, she whispered into Hilda’s ear, “He’s just another man claiming to be my husband.

Keep an eye on him for me, will you?”

At that moment, Nathan was at a loss for words.

He wasn’t deaf.

From such a close distance, he could hear their hushed conversation clearly.

Whispering was pointless.

embarrassment, Hilda stole several glances at Nathan before settling back

gaze shifted back to

continued to watch him

lifted his head, Lucinda quickly averted her eyes,

voice, she challenged, “You claim to be

Can you prove it?”

pause, Nathan retrieved his phone from

trembled as he scrolled through it, eventually pulling up a photo from

showing her a picture of their family of

at the photo, her expression

“Photos can be manipulated.

preparing something like this would have been easy,” she

with a wry smile, “We have twins,

brother and

issues of the Payne and Simmons families, they

were the one who

his voice softening, “A lot happened during

a fatal accident falling down

your lineage

left you on edge,

paused, and then slowly rolled up his left

E L A ‘s L I B R

fist tightly, causing the veins

to reveal faint tooth marks etched

scar, his eyelashes fluttered rapidly as he spoke, his voice hoarse

I stopped you from eating those oranges and