The Billionaire's Ex-wife Comeback

Freya's POV«MOORE MANSION, Wednesday, 6 PM»I stepped out of the cab staring at the mansion in front of me before sighing. I was supposed to be happy I was back but for odd reasons, I'm not feeling a bit relieved coming back here.As I walked closer to the door, I could hear him talking to her. Their voice sounded so clear in my head and they were being very intimate with each other.I ignored it opened the door and went inside, just as I was about to walk upstairs, his voice stopped me."You are back." I scoffed at the sentence but didn't respond to him as I made a move to go my way but he said yet another word which made me stop to look back at him."What did you say?" I asked, I wasn't much surprised but I was angry. Angry at myself for being so foolish to have fallen in love with a guy like him."I prepared the divorce paper already, just for you to sign then we can go tomorrow to get our divorce certificate."I couldn't believe that word could ever come from him, yes I knew it w

Freya's POVNEXT MORNING.I stretched my hands yawning as I stood up, it was early morning and I realized I had woke up late. It must have been because I slept late.Going downstairs, I could see the maids running down and up trying to keep up with their schedules.I smiled with a little bit of joy. This was how it was in his mansion too. I shake off the thoughts quickly before I start thinking about him again.After finishing setting up the table, each maid dispersed while some were sent to call us all. After settling down, Dad decided to talk about it."Now that Freya is back, she'll be taking over the company in a few years, I decided she'll travel out of the company to start her own company if she was able to hit it straight up to the top 30s with her company then she's worth being the president to my company."I smiled, this was the early tradition known by everyone and what each member of my family should do but I wasn't allowed to participate because of the risk of exposing my

Freya's POVThe soft hum of classical music filled the grand ballroom, mingling with the clink of champagne glasses and the quiet murmur of California’s elite.Crystal chandeliers bathed the room in golden light, casting glimmers across tailored suits and elegant gowns. I stood just beyond the archway,my heart pounding in my chest. Tonight was the night I would be named president of my family’s company.The moment felt surreal.I adjusted my dress for what felt like the hundredth time, brushing invisible creases from my dress as I tried to calm the tension brewing inside me. People I had seen in Forbes articles and glossy business magazines were just steps away, waiting for me to walk in and claim my title. But beneath the pride was something darker,dread, anxiety, and something even more complicated when I thought of who might be in that room.Taking a deep breath, I stepped into the ballroom.The crowd quieted almost instantly. All eyes turned toward me as if I were the climax of a