Regretful Divorce: My Ex-Wife Is A Billionaire

Emily’s POVAfter reading Nancy’s text, I was determined to make a difference. Some things needed to change in my life. I won’t let anyone or any man cause me this kind of heartache again.The car pulled up to the massive Stewart family estate. Approaching the glass villa doors of the main house, a row of servants and maids were waiting outside, individually bowing as we arrived. “Welcome home, Miss Stewart,” the head butler said, turning the oversized gold doorknob. Only my brothers had known about my marriage to Fred. “Dad has postponed an important meeting with one of his big-time French clients,” Leon consoled. I smiled, appreciating the sweet gesture from my father. “We all know he’d rather lose a big-time deal and be here for your birthday instead,” Richard chimed in. “He canceled his flight on the private plane just for you, Em.” It didn’t surprise me; I was a daddy’s girl through and through. With two older brothers, it wasn’t hard to understand why. If only Fred could ha

Emily’s POVLeon wanted to ask me something — probably about what the hell that was all about — but I wasn’t in the mood and shot him a look which meant don’t ask. Driving to the hotel, I was extremely nervous. Not just because of what had happened, but more so because I was going to see my father very soon. It had been a long time since our last face-to-face meeting…You see, much to the horror of my parents, and especially my father, I had left home all those years ago in search of a normal life. It wasn’t that I didn’t appreciate the childhood I’d been fortunate enough to have. And it wasn’t because I didn’t enjoy the finer things. But I had longed for something more, something to achieve on my own. The last conversation between my father and I often played on my mind. “Emily, my dear daughter. You’re now no longer a girl, and I’ve always envisioned you joining the company one day…” My father had shared with me. Although I was the youngest, and a woman, the family always teased

Emily’s POVAs a way to welcome me into my new position, my staff had organized a large shindig at one of the elite venues in town, signaling the start of exciting times to come as their new boss. “Tonight is all about reclaiming your long-lost happiness, Em. It’s been a minute, hasn’t it,” I thought to myself on the drive there. Gone were my days of suppression, and playing the role of a good, obedient stay-at-home wife. I hadn’t fully realized how subdued I’d become during my marriage to Fred, a shadow of the vibrant person I was before. But I knew those times were over and I could finally be the Emily I used to know. For now, I’m simply going to enjoy myself. Halfway through the evening, I was giving a speech on stage, opening a bottle of Moët to toast the crowds when the buzzing atmosphere was halted by a sudden uproar! Peering through the masses, I had to blink twice to believe my eyes…Fred, yes, my ex-husband Fred, was pushing his way through the crowd and elbowing my coll

Emily’s POVOpening my eyes, I felt an immense throbbing sensation in my head. A hangover from hell greeted me, signaling just how much I’d drunk last night. Also, speaking of last night, I wonder what happened? I couldn’t remember much. I remembered it was a staff party but the rest of it was a blur. “Oh my God,” the memory flooding back, “Fred was there, too!” Out of all the people, why did it have to be him? He was the last person I wanted to see and for a very long time at that. The memory of it made my head spin even more. On top of that, today was my first day as the new boss of the subsidiary — that much I did know — and I needed to pull myself together. Glancing over at my bedside clock, it was already 6am. Dammit Em, I needed to start getting ready, I didn’t want to be late on my first day. Gulping back a glass of water and a couple of painkillers, I quickly showered and dried my hair. It smelled like vomit. I ran my fingers across the business suits and expensive dre

Emily’s POVMy knee had crashed into one of the pebbled stones. I had hurt myself quite badly, and a bit of blood was dribbling from the injury. Leon immediately rushed to me. “Are you okay, Em, I’m so so sorry! Do you need an ambulance?!” He cried out to me with a look of concern as well as horror. He reached out his hand to pick me up off the ground. Fred was standing a few feet away; a helpless stare on his face, like a cat stuck in a tree unable to get down. Ignoring him, I turned to look up at Leon.“No, there’s no need to make a fuss, Leo,” I stopped him, “can you go and grab a medical kit? I don’t want to move my leg for now.” “Of course, I’ll only be a minute. Are you sure you’re okay?” “Yes, I’m sure,” I comforted him. Leo nodded. He was about to grab the kit, but he suddenly turned to Fred.“And you,” Leon warned, "stay away. Don’t get any closer to Emily.” And with that, Leon hurried inside the house. Once my brother was out of sight, and earshot, Fred stumbled over hes