All Chapters of The Divorcee's Redemption : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

~Elena’s POV~ A tired sigh leaves my lips as I step onto the porch of our home, my heels making clicking sounds against the wooden floor. I feel so exhausted from my flight back from London. The three days I spent away from my husband has been absolute torture. I had gone on a business trip to London, just a short one. The deal was finalized quicker than expected, because Mr. Moore, my client, insisted we wrap everything up a day earlier than expected due to a family event he had with his daughter, which meant I got to come home early. A smile tugs at my lips as I think about tonight. Damian has no idea I’m back. I had been dying to surprise him, and now, I finally could. Heat rises in my cheeks as my plans for tonight run through my head. I'm not gonna lie. I have plans. Big ones. My heart clenches in anticipation. Gosh, I missed him so much, it hurts. I dig through my bag for my keys, balancing the small gift bag on my wrist. My phone vibrates, and Isa’s name flashes on

~Elena’s POV~ (At Los Angeles International Airport) “I need a ticket to New York.” I say to the blonde airline attendant who blinks at me as she takes in my tear stained face with pity written all over her face. She must be wondering what happened to me. If I was robbed or running away. She wouldn’t be wrong. I was robbed of my husband, though I'm not so sure now if he was ever mine. “Give me a minute, ma’am.” Her voice is polite, but I can hear the concern underneath. I must look like a wreck to get this reaction from her. I bite down on the inside of my cheek to keep my emotions at bay, gripping the handle of my suitcase so tightly my knuckles turn white. The taxi ride here had been unbearable. Every mile away from that house should have been a relief, instead, the silence suffocated me and my mind kept replaying everything on a loop, each memory another knife to my chest. From Damian and Sophia together, to the news of the engagement and the baby. He even allowed her

~Sebastian’s POV~ The second the jet touches down at Teterboro, I already know Lucas is going to be a problem. He is leaning against the black SUV waiting on the tarmac, looking like he owns the damn world. His sleeves are rolled up, and he is grinning like the bastard he is. The late afternoon sun catches in his dark hair, and the wicked glint in his emerald eyes tells me he is about to be insufferable. I barely step off the plane before he’s pushing off the car with a lazy smirk. “L.A. treated you well, I take it?” His voice drips with amusement as I get closer and he sizes me up. “Tell me, did you at least fuck someone interesting this time, or was it the usual silicone obsessed, daddy issues crowd?” I shoot him a bored look, step past him, and slide into the backseat without a word. Lucas laughs like the asshole he is before sliding in next to me. “Ah, so it was the usual. Jesus, man. You’ve got to do better. I keep telling you, you need a real challenge. Someone who’ll make

~Sebastian's Pov~ It’s been three days since the meeting with Harrington. Three days of silence from him. Not that I care. My father, on the other hand, cares damn much. He’s been blowing up my phone call after call. And, like always, I ignore every single one. But apparently, that wasn’t enough to keep him out of my goddamn house. Because the second I step inside, the air tells me I’m not alone. The fragrance doesn’t match any of the colognes I use which means someone is waiting. And screw me if I don’t recognize that scent anywhere. It belongs to my father, Charles Vale. The Chairman of Vale Enterprise. I may be a CEO in the company, but he still calls the shots while making my brother and I drag each other through the dirt for the damn inheritance. Not that I’m interested. If it were up to me, I’d have stepped aside for my brother. But I’d rather die than let him bury my mother’s hard work in the ground. Sitting on one of the armchairs is Charles, in his usual poise

~Elena’s POV~ Buzz! Buzz! The alarm clock rings loudly like it’s personally offended that I dared to sleep in. I groan and slam my hand down until the obnoxious thing finally shuts the hell up. Still feeling sleepy, I close my eyes to go back to sleep but my phone alarm goes off. I lazily reach for my phone wondering what was so important. Reminder Interview by 9am @ Vale Enterprise. Shit. The Interview. Instantly, the sleep vanishes from my eyes as my heart lurches straight into panic mode. I hurriedly sit up, wincing as blood rushes to my head ike a goddamn freight train. God, I feel like I’ve been hit by one. My body protests when I fling the covers back. My legs feel heavy, and my brain is still tangled in sweet dreams. However, I manage to stumble out of bed. The clock says it is 7:30am in the morning which means I have less than an hour and thirty minutes to pull myself together and figure out what the hell I’m even wearing because right now, I have no plans for an o