The Billionaire who doesn't love me

KIM I pushed open the big mahogany door that led to my husband's home office, and I sauntered in, taking small steps toward the big curved glass table. I slammed a white A4 paper on the glass desk to get his attention, and I succeeded. He slowly raises his flawless face and looks at me with no emotion. I stare back at him, but on my end, my emotions are written on my face. Hatred, disgust, contempt, anger, you name every emotion you could give someone you hate. Yes, someone I hate! I hate Nathan Pearce to my bone marrow! “Sign the paper”, I said, pointing at the paper I had slammed on his desk a while ago. He looked at the paper and picked it up, making the pen I placed on it fall off and make a clattering sound on the glass table. He read through the paper and adjusted his reading glasses before raising his head to look at me. He gave me a look….. a look of….. fuck! I can't read him; his face is expressionless! I can't even decipher what the hell he is thinking!

KIM Sitting beside Nathan is a lady I despised so much. The lady I wished her existence could be wiped out of my life. The lady who had caused me so much pain and wound that I thought I had healed from. I feel cold, I feel nauseous, and my head throbs with pain as I struggle to keep the bitter memories from flooding in. All I wanted right now was to move away from them, away from these people trying so hard to make my life miserable. I turned slowly, trying my possible best to leave the room unnoticed. I hadn't taken the second step when I heard a familiar voice call out my name. “Kim Danielson" Eleanor's irritating voice had me frozen in a spot. I pivoted around towards the irritating voice and I couldn't help but roll my eyes, ugh! What the hell is she doing here? How in heaven's name did she end up in my soon-to-be ex-husband's house? Is she here to hurt me? Obviously yes, of course, she's here to hurt me and reveal the past I had always prayed would forever stay in

KIM As I walked out of the lecture room. Hundreds of eyes were on me. I could feel their heavy gaze and their disgusting Look on me. I clutch the strap of my bag with force as I quicken my pace. I wanted to leave here but the hall seems to keep stretching and stretching. I break into a small run determined to leave the hall and get out into the open space away from the disgusting eyes boring into my skin, away from the loud laugh and pointing fingers. But no matter how far I went, I still couldn't reach the end of the hall. Out of nowhere, something hard hits my head and the liquid seeps into my scalp. I touched my head, and a shell of egg moved down my burette hair onto the floor. Before I could grasp the situation, dozens of eggs came flying at me. I crutch down and protect my face as more eggs keep flying towards me, along with unending insults from every corner. “Slut! Bitch! Whore! Prostitute! Boyfriend snatcher! Go die bitch! Cheap thing! Dirty whore! Go fuck your fa

KIMI watched the bustling streets of midtown Manhattan through the window of my Phantom Rolls Royce sedan. I had my phone in one of my hands with the screen displaying the email Jeff had sent earlier today.“Do you have any plans on how to get rid of them?” Phoebe, who was sitting beside me, asked. Her voice tinged with concern.All the confidence we had about fighting the past and making them pay seems to have dwindled drastically. “it would have been easier if it were any other subsidiary. The headquarters is a hard nut to crack, as I can't fire a director or a team leader without a cause” I replied weakly. ‘without a cause?’“But what if we found a cause!” Phoebe and I voiced excitedly at the same time. “Judging from Jake and Eleanor's stinky attitude, it's impossible for them to be without a mistake. All we have to do is find one,” Phoebe explained.“Or create one” I stated, staring darker into the space before me.“Huh, what?” Phoebe asked.I uncrossed my leg and turned to f

NATHAN I stare blankly at the file that was delivered to my desk some minutes ago, and everything in here doesn't make sense.I feel like there's a huge gap of information that was missing here.What could they have missed?Everything here is just mundane kinds of stuff about Eleanor Duke and Jake Smith. The only intriguing Part is that Jake Smith is the director of account and finance at my company and the fact that they both usually screw each other now and then“How come I have never heard of the name Jake Smith as the director of account and finance?” I asked Jeff, who was standing at the other side of the table.“You know him, sir; you just don't care about the names of your workers. As far as they do their jobs well” Jeff replied sarcastically “Well… I know your name, right?” “Yes sir, and that's because I do my job well” he replied No lie about that. He does his job well.“Sir, you have a meeting to attend in five minutes,” Jeff reminded me.“This guy—Jake. Is he going to b