The Billionaire Ex-Wife's Return

Natalie's POV I smiled in joy and rubbed my stomach happily as I walked into my marital bedroom. It had been three months and my pregnancy was yet to tumble into a miscarriage, like the previous ones. I was glad, even as fear had dung it way into my heart, the fear of yet losing another fetus. It felt like an impending doom. "We are done with the preparation, madam!"One of the maids announced."Ok," I moved closer to the door at the sound of a car. "Did you hear the sound of my husband's car?""Yes, ma'am" I rushed out of the room and into the sitting room as fast as my legs could let me. I didn't want Lucas to walk past the living room before I declared the news he had always wanted to hear. I swallowed, willing myself to breathe as the giant door creaked open. "Happy third anniversary" I announced with a wide smile the moment he walked in. Lucas kept his usual blank expression, and sauntered towards me in quick steps "I would prefer you greet me with happy divorce day instead.

Natalie's POV.You can call it a monotonous Monday morning, but it was more than that for me. I was anxious at the thought of being announced as the new CEO of 'West Banking and Finance Enterprise' to the media. Nevertheless, I would rather eat a dead snake than express that weak side of me when the majority of the people encircling the industry would murder themselves to be in my position.The minority is my son, Jason, and Granny West. The two had stood as my wings to keep striving and escaping all death traps set by the West relatives. For four years, I had secretly undergone a series of wide-range business training, and thankfully, it was less tedious to adapt due to my study in business administration when I was in college. A knowledge I was determined to use for Lucas, but he had spurned me terribly and proved me worthless to the extent that I believed I couldn't do anything. For those four years, Granny West had taken over the company and worked with those weak bones of hers w

“What did you say?” My voice quivered, scarcely louder than a whisper. My heart raced so loudly in my chest that I questioned if Janet could hear it. Janet's remarks lingered in the atmosphere like a dense mist, difficult to comprehend yet unavoidable. I gazed at her, my throat parched, while my mind struggled to comprehend her shocking disclosure. Janet's lips opened once more, but before she could say anything again, a piercing voice cut through the tension. "What are you both murmuring about?" The noise startled me, and I turned my head toward the origin. Granny West stood there, her cane lightly tapping against the tiled floor, her piercing eyes narrowing in suspicion. Her presence was commanding, as always, her stature small but her aura towering. Janet visibly froze, her face draining of color as though caught in some grave act. “I... I was just...” Her hands fidgeted nervously with the hem of her apron, her voice faltering. “I just remembered something I needed to do... u

The city rushed by the shaded windows while I reclined in my seat, releasing a soft sigh. Another day, another series of conflicts was anticipated at West Corporation. The challenge wasn't running the company, but rather dealing with the underlying power struggles that exhausted me. Gregory, specifically, possessed a skill for sabotaging me at every opportunity. The vehicle decreased speed as we neared the towering glass structure of West Corporation. It shimmered in the morning light, representing strength, opulence, and heritage. I adjusted my posture, flattening my blouse as the driver held the door open for me. "Good morning, ma'am," my assistant Stella welcomed me at the doorway, walking alongside me. "The stakeholders have already arrived in the conference room." Mr. Gregory is here too." "Naturally he is," I whispered quietly, my jaw clenching. I could already foresee the discreet insults and sly comments he would express. We stepped into the building, and I sensed the usua

I slumped into my chair, sensing as if the entire world had taken rest upon my shoulders. The comforting buzz of the office enveloped me, providing a sense of normality, but my thoughts raced with turmoil. This week has been nothing short of a storm. The outrageous gossip in the newspaper, Jason’s eruption at school, and the troubling secret Mrs. Pat was concealing—everything had worked together to deprive me of a complete night’s rest. Even now, I sensed the weariness dragging at me like a weight. Stella walked into my office, holding a tray filled with coffee and croissants. I could hardly recall requesting them from her earlier, yet the scent alone caused my stomach to growl with excitement. With a smile, she set the tray on the edge of my desk, her dark curls bouncing a bit. "You appear as if you've just come through a battle," Stella joked, folding her arms while she leaned on the edge of my desk. I let out a soft laugh, moving a loose strand of hair away from my face. "You wo