The Ex-wife Revenge

Aurora’s pov “Zayne, I want a divorce.” My eyes were stung with tears as those words slipped past my trembling lips across to my husband who wore a nonchalant and distant expression as he replied, “Fine, let's end this sham of a marriage!” I felt my heart drop, how did we get here? I met Zayne at a freshman party in college. That night I was standing awkwardly with a half field plastic cup blending into the background like a wallflower when he approached me. He was undoubtedly one of the hottest guys in my department, talking to me–a mere nobody so I couldn't help it falling for him, and when he got down on one knee to propose to me on our graduation with a bouquet of white roses in hand I throw my arms around his neck and yelled, “Yes!” His eagerness to meet my family was the only thing that allowed me to voluntarily introduce him to my parents and my younger sister Amy. So far he had only met my grandmother, and he was pleased to meet the rest of my fa

Aurora's POV I packed my few salvageable valuables from the ground before the rain started to pour. My eyes rested heavily on the house I'd called home for years. Now my ex-husband was cozying up with another woman. Slowly, my fingers tightened around the steering wheel as I reversed my car from the garage and drove off to another place I used to call home. Father and mother weren't expecting to see me, and so late in the night too. I usually kept my visits to their place on the minimum. There did little to hide their displeasure over my unplanned visit . They gave me a cold reception, and were questioning me before I could even sit down were already interrogating me. “Why did you come here like this? and why didn't you tell us you were coming?” Father said coldly. “Do I need to book appointment to see my own parents?” They both exchanged looks with each other and It was my mother that replied. “You must not read so deeply into everything, it was a simp

Xanders pov I had never gotten hung up on one night stand before, and could hardly even remember their faces the very next day. But there was something about this woman that made her linger in my mind. Then I saw her again, well her passport clipped along to her credentials. There was no mistaking it was her. I scanned through and found her name. “Aurora light,” her name slid off my tongue. I looked through her credentials, the only thing that stock out was the insane amount of recommendation letters she had listed with the places she worked, but most of them were menial responsibilities. She didn't have one single proper office job. Well until now. I wanted to see her again, and maybe figure out why she couldn't leave my mind. So I gave her the job, and she showed up the very next day. While she looked polished and professional enough, I quickly noticed that her skirt suit was a Frankenstein monster, each piece coming from different sources. I put that i

Aurora's pov Everything that happened in Mr Quin's office came back to my mind as I stepped out heading to the elevator, I had already dialed Mr Brook's number and he told me to meet him in the company cafeteria during lunch hour. So I basically loitered around for a while, strolling endlessly apart from the thoughts of Mr Quin’s offer until it was time to see Mr Brooks. I had already described what I was wearing and he spotted me first and called out my name. “Miss Light!” He was rather chipper and wore a friendly demeanor. I walked over to him ignoring the eyes that had strolled towards my direction due to his loud call and I settled down in a chair next to his own. “Looks like I got replaced fast,” he said with no Ill intent in his voice. “I hope there are no hard feelings, I REALLY needed this job,” I said and he smiled at me kindly blissfully unaware of the desperation I was under. “It's okay if anything I should be the one apologizing to you…” he dropped that awf

Aurora's pov “You are five minutes late, Miss Light.” When I first got the job as the Secretary to one of the biggest Ceos in the country, it often crossed my mind why anyone would dip out and quit in the first place. The pay was great and it even included insurance, off-days, paid vacations and such. Most importantly I could pay for my Grandma's mountain high hospital bills without breaking a sweat.Why would anyone with two functioning brain cells even dream of leaving such a job? Well on my second day on the job, exactly 5 minutes in I understood. “Didn't you hear me, Mrs Light? You're late,” He repeated himself, crossing his legs as he swung from side to side on his cushion swivel chair looking down at me like a king on his throne looking at a mere peasant. “There was traffic,” I said, hoping that that would wager enough of an explanation but he looked far from satisfied. I don't know why he was so upset when he was the one that had lodged me in a hotel on the oth