Billionaire ex-husband craves me back

Sophia's POVI bite softly on my lips as I paced the length of the living room. Glancing at the window, I saw snow outside. Sighing, I looked at the wall clock. It was past nine in the evening and Donald is yet to come home. The loud ringing of my phone interrupted into my train of thoughts.I picked up the phone, Mr. Jack's voice greeted me. "Hey Sophia, we can't make it today due to the weather.""Alright," I reply, trying to hide my disappointment."You take care, okay? We'll surely be there tomorrow," he says, then added, "Evelyn sends her regards. Bye."Mr. Jack is Donald's dad, and Evelyn his younger sister. It's tradition to spend every Christmas with us. And I always looked forward to such moments. Donald's family were caring, especially his father.I felt a pang of loneliness knowing they won't be coming again today. I thought of calling my parents, but quickly remembered they don't count. They still hadn't forgiven me for marrying Donald. Their reason—he was from a higher so

Sophia's POVI woke up to the faint beeping sound of machine. The pungent smell of disinfectant and drugs invaded into my nostrils as I jerked up from the bed, fully awake.I looked around slowly to notice the wall was painted white. Just beside me was a small table, and not far from that, a couch. Fresh air hit my face and I looked at my right to see a small window. I looked around further, and the gown I was wearing confirmed I was in a hospital.I felt a sharp pain in my forehead and I involuntarily cried out in discomfort.“Ahh!”I heard a shuffling of feet outside and the door suddenly pushed open. Donald was staring right at me as he walked closer, I couldn't place the look in his eyes. Was it irritation I saw on his face or what was that?“What happened to me? Why am I here?” I asked but instead he was still staring at me, the irritation in his eyes was now back. I was about saying another word when the door opened. A man in white robe walked in. He nodded towards Donald, mayb

Donald's POVI found myself staring at the magazine I was holding. But in all honesty, I wasn't reading a word. I was just staring at the pages. Instead, my mind was clouded with the thoughts of Sophia.The lawyer had told me she still haven't sign the divorce papers. I didn't know why she was taking too long. Did she think if she stalled a bit I'd rescind my decision?I wouldn't give her that satisfaction. At least that should make her learn her lesson.As a young bachelor, I wouldn't have thought of marrying a lady such as Sophia. I wouldn't have even look her twice if she had passed by my side. She's not up to the standard of women I roll with. But, despite knowing she didn't have a chance with me, she had managed to get into my life. My mother, rest her soul, had been the perfect gateway. She had warmed her way into the heart of not just my mother but also the rest of her family. And what could be worse? Mother had insisted I marry her. To her, she was the best girl for me. She w

Donald's POVI clenched my teeth as I drove through the streets like a possessed demon.My frustration had begin from the moment I called Sophia. Thereafter, my father had called to threaten me concerning my divorce with Sophia. Imagine ordering a grown ass man like myself to get back with a woman I didn't love? Where's the sense in that? And to think he'd threaten to take over the company if I don't comply, it's something I really can't place.I find the whole thing complicated, yet annoying. How come the witch had warm her way into the hearts of my family that much? Particularly my father, is something I still find hard to understand.I had argued with him and then ended the call before putting the phone on DND (DO NOT DISTURB). I would deal with him later. I need to win this deal first, and I can only do that with a clear head.I steered the car to the right, taking the last bend that will take me to ‘Hailey's place', but my jaw instantly dropped.In front of me was a long queue o

Donald's POV “Well,” Mark sighed, “enough of the story about your marriage. Take a look at this.” He tossed a document toward me. “If everything looks good to you, sign it and then you'd sign the official agreement in six months.”I grabbed the document, a part of me rejoicing that we have gotten past the marriage interrogation. I glanced at the document thoroughly, signing it and making sure everything checks out. Although, this was a partial agreement, I knew I already have the deal and would definitely finalize it in six months time.“Thank you for giving me this opportunity to work with you,” I handed the document to him, a warm smile playing on my lips.He smiles back, and we exchanged handshakes. “Don't mention,” he gets up to leave but turns back to me. “You didn't want to know why am interested in your marriage?”Here we go again. I heaved a sigh, not knowing how to respond to his question. I had thought asking that might appear rude and hence cost me this deal, so I didn't b