No Longer Yours, Billionaire Ex-Husband

NORA'S POVMy chest felt tight, as I walked down the brightly lit hallway, and I had to fight back the tears. The sight of Isabella sitting with Sam, laughing, had torn me apart. They looked like they shared something private, something I would never be a part of. I clutched my coat tighter, trying to pull myself together.When I got close to the elevator, I spotted Jacob leaning against the wall, arms crossed, looking smug. The same look he always had when he saw me. We had grown up in the same neighbourhood, the same big sprawling mansions, the same schools. Sam, Jacob, Genevieve and I all used to be friends,but things had changed over the years. Jacob had always had a way of making me feel small.“Leaving already?” Jacob sneered, his eyes narrowing. “You’re not fooling anyone, Nora. You’re just holding Sam back, and everyone knows it.”I froze. His words stung harder than usual. Maybe it was because of what happened earlier—Jacob was Sam's best friend. Maybe he knew something I did

NORA'S POVHer question hung in the air. Where was I going to go?Genevieve stood by the window, her back to me. She turned around with a soft smile. “What’s the plan, Nora?”I sighed. “Honestly? I’ve been thinking about what I used to love before... before Sam, before this life. Remember how I used to paint?”Her eyes lit up. “Of course! You doodled everywhere, even on my notebooks!” She laughed, and we both smiled at the memory. "Don’t tell me you’ve started painting again?"I nodded. “Yeah. It’s been keeping me sane. Actually, I applied to an art company abroad.”Genevieve’s eyes widened. “Nora! That’s amazing! Where? When?”“Paris. I got the offer a few weeks ago,” I said quietly.Gen hugged me happily shouting for glee that I couldn’t help but laugh too.“You’re going to crush me Gen”, I shouted, laughing hard, forgetting I had been sad few minutes ago.“Paris! Tell me everything.”Just as I was about to respond, a wave of dizziness hit me. The room spun, and I clutched the edge o

NORA'S POVThe moment I ended the call with Sam, I stood frozen in the middle of the consultation room, my heart thudding painfully in my chest. I could still hear the confusion in his voice, the way it cracked slightly when he asked who was with me. He wasn’t angry—just... desperate. And I hung up on him. I pressed a hand to my chest, trying to slow the erratic beating of my heart. Sam always knew how to throw me off balance. Even now, divorced and with my life in pieces, he still managed to stir something in me—something I wasn’t ready to face.I quickly said goodbye to Daniel and left.The house felt suffocating the moment I walked in, as if the walls knew the weight of the things left unsaid between Sam and me. I dropped my bag on the table and glanced around. It was quiet—too quiet. Then I heard footsteps in the kitchen.He was home.Taking a deep breath, I walked toward the kitchen.Sam was leaning over the counter, scrolling through his phone, his sleeves rolled up and his jaw

NORA'S POV When the car pulled up outside Genevieve’s loft, relief washed over me. Her place wasn’t just a physical escape—it was a bubble of freedom, far away from the heavy, complicated world of the Bennetts. The doorman opened the door for me with a warm smile. “Welcome, Ms. Nora. Miss Genevieve’s expecting you.” I gave him a tight smile and grabbed my suitcase, feeling the tension ease just a bit as I stepped inside the building. The elevator doors opened to reveal Genevieve leaning casually against the doorframe of her loft, wearing a bright yellow crop top, high-waisted jeans, and her signature red lipstick. Her wild, fiery curls framed her face like a halo. “There you are!” she grinned, throwing open her arms. I managed a small laugh as she pulled me into a tight hug, her floral perfume wrapping around me like a blanket of warmth. “You’re safe now,” she whispered, squeezing me once before stepping back. Her green eyes sparkled mischievously. “Come in!” Genevieve’

NORA'S POV Genevieve leaned in expectantly, her manicured nails drumming softly against the side of her champagne glass. “So?” she prompted, her voice low but eager. I opened my mouth, the words already forming at the back of my throat: I’m pregnant. But just as they reached the tip of my tongue, something tightened inside me. The weight of it, the reality—suddenly, it felt too big. Too terrifying. Not yet. Instead, I gave her a tight smile and shrugged, forcing a lighter tone. “I was just teasing you.”Gen twirled the stem of her glass between her fingers, her smile deepening. “Huh.” I could see it instantly—she didn’t believe me. Not fully. Genevieve knew me too well, could probably tell there was more I wasn’t saying. But to my relief, she played along. We made our way through the bustling streets of New York, the sharp autumn air nipping at our skin as we made our way to one of Gen’s dance classes.As we stepped inside, the warmth of the lobby hit us, along with the faint