After Divorce, I Accidentally Married A Cold Billionaire

Molly's POVA young little boy, looking exactly like my husband, ran to his side. Gasps erupted around the room, and I could feel the stunned silence enveloping us like a thick fog. Guests exchanged bewildered glances, their expressions morphing from curiosity to disbelief.Who was this kid? And why was he calling Wesley daddy?!Not only that, the mansion my husband claimed to build for me had pictures of himself and a woman displayed everywhere. Intimate photos that caused the gazes of these strangers to pin on me.I had endured a lot of shame in my life but this? I wanted to dig a hole and bury myself in it, the disgrace, causing my knees to wobble.A cold realization hit me. I was the one who came between them. We got married after two months of dating, so I knew Wesley for two years and two months, whereas he had a son who was over three.I did not get the chance to stabilize myself when I heard him mention the familiar name once more. "Kitty, what are you doing here, and why did y

Molly's POVI woke up in a strange luxurious room with a painful headache. As if that was not enough, a man was in the bed with me.Remembering the events of last night was a complete disaster, increasing the pain in my head so I sneaked out of bed, my heart heavy with fear making me wonder why my life always turned out like this.Why was there so much pain in my life? This reminded me so much of what happened four years ago, I did not want it to happen again.His face was buried in the pillow, but my heart rate was already uncontrollable. What if he was somebody’s husband like my former producer? How could I have allowed this to happen again?I cursed myself internally, hating the fact that I had been foolish twice because of a strong drink. Checking myself, I find that there hadn’t been anything happened between us though, except that this time, my clothes had been changed.Where do I begin searching for them, including my diamond necklace? That was a gift from my mother. Those two m

Molly’s POV“You can stay in one of the spare rooms at my place. My house is spacious.” Giovanni said in a way like it was the most natural thing to say.I was far from ready to stay with my ex-boyfriend. I was too torn, too exhausted to handle the tingling sensations and the sparks his gaze and touch still ignited in me, yet I couldn’t help with it. He looked different now, more mature, and more masculine, even a bit dangerous, and I was afraid of seeing the same boy I once loved beneath it all. That would unearth too many emotions I had long buried.“I can rent an apartment myself.” I said."That would be unnecessary. Plus, seeing what happened today, it would be dangerous for you to live on your own.” Gianni said like there was no space to argue. “Can I see the divorce papers?"Without hesitation, I opened my email on my phone and handed it to him, but he declined to take the phone.Instead, he wrote down his email address and instructed me to forward the documents.After reviewing

Molly’s POVGio looked at me with an indescribable look, and remained silent. Then I knew.Many emotions surged into my heart and I couldn’t tell what they were. Hurt? Angery? Sad? So he had a kid with another woman after abandoning me years ago, and now he offered me to be the nanny of this kid? Was the world joking with me?But I had no place to feel sad. Whether he had a son with another woman has nothing to do with me, and I wouldn't care. I was not here to rekindle anything between us. I was merely using his help to take back what belonged to me and get revenge on Wesley and my evil sister. “Is his mother around? Does she know the relationship between us?” I asked. Not out of jealousy. Just needed to know what situation I put myself into and got prepared. A trace of emotion flashed across his face but disappeared instantly. “No, he only has me.”Well, another poor girl abandoned by him. “Okay. What is his name?” I asked, switching the topic.“Roger Dawson. And he’s four.” Gi

Giovanni’s POV I have never been in debt, but I owe a debt of gratitude to Molly Campbell. Despite my efforts, I learned she had moved from Alaska where we last met. Determined to repay her kindness, I was disheartened to hear she had married after the scandal, but I respected her husband. He must truly care for her and be a better person than I. All I wanted was to make amends. She only needed to make a wish, and I would fulfill it. My life was in disarray, and I knew she would never be mine again. However, upon hearing from Nora that she was at the club, old emotions resurfaced, prompting me to leave the executive meeting to find her. Upon arriving at the club, I discovered she was nowhere to be found. My heart sank, realizing that, as in the past, she still had many enemies around her. Molly had once saved my life, yet I had deeply hurt her. All I wanted was to make amends without any conditions. When I met her with those two men, it was clear that someone was pulling the str