Semua Bab Head Over Heels For His Billionaire Ex-wife : Bab 1 - Bab 10

“A divorce… a divorce… a divorce…” I kept stuttering to myself. The glass doors banged together, signifying that he was gone. “A divorce?” I whispered and a bitter teardrop fell off my rheumy eyes. I took in a sharp deep breath to cool my burning lungs and prevent myself from knocking out of a conscious state. Sharp movements from the kitchen startled me. I’m sure it was Mrs. Joyce, she heard every bit of the argument I had with Caleb. I staggered to my feet and slowly gripped the hem of my dress. I shut my eyes and avoided the pictures on the wall, I couldn’t bear to glance at my smiling face on the frame. It felt like poison, a poison I couldn’t elude. I staggered up to the bedroom and collapsed into the bed, tossing and turning in deep grief and pain. How many hours passed after that terrific moment? I couldn’t tell. I hardly glanced at the clock fixed on the cream-colored wall. All I knew was that I fell into a deep sleep that helped to keep me sane for a few hours until a

She stirred but quickly composed herself and nodded. “Of course.” She walked out of the room in search of a pen. I reached into the drawer and fetched out the papers that Mrs. Joyce had earlier hidden in the drawer from my sight. I flipped through the pages, sniffing. His signature has already been placed, mine was the only one required to officially make us ‘exes’ Gruesomely, my watery eyes scanned the terms of the divorce. I chuckled when I noticed the alimony offered if I accepted the divorce. I had to re-read the papers more than three times before every bit of it sunk in. I was getting a divorce. I was getting a divorce with Caleb. After all my sacrifices and selfishness, I ended up losing him. I sighed and chuckled sadly, the chuckle rose into a horrific laugh that left me choking on my breath. “We are finally getting a divorce, Caleb!” I yelled and laughed, swinging my hair into disarray. The door swung open and Mrs. Joyce scampered into the room, looking mort

Caleb looked shocked to find me in his parent’s house. His well-pointed nose flared and his grey eyes darkened as he balled his fist. He must have thought I came to cry about the divorce from his parents. I sighed, and put on my sunglasses. “I have signed the divorce papers, your parents will tell you the rest,” I said. “Huh?” Caleb muttered, his eyes widening in shock. “Goodbye,” I mumbled and walked out of the house. I felt Caleb’s eyes on my back as I disappeared into the garage. The chauffeur opened the car door and I got in, sighing repeatedly. I faced Caleb without fear or intimidation. We are no longer couples, we are exes. Caleb is no longer the boy I fell in love with, he is no longer the guy I shared my first passionate kiss with. Caleb is my ex. “Where do we go?” the chauffeur asked, interrupting my thoughts. “Take me to the cemetery.” He nodded and ignited the car. My eyes lingered on their building as the car rolled away. I remembe

5 years later ROSY The customized shrill ringtone of my phone blared out, making me snap my eyes open. I groaned, wondering who was distorting my blissful sleep. I propped up on an elbow and scrambled for my phone which repeatedly kept ringing in the drawer. I dug it out of the pile of books filled up in the drawer, and glanced at the screen, half awake. “Evan?” I muttered. A smile crept into my face as the name flashed back and forth on the screen. Taking a deep breath, I accepted the call and placed the phone on my ear, waiting to hear the enchanting voice of my fiancé. “Honey, still sleeping?” his assiduous voice boomed into my ear. “Ugh huh,” I muttered in reply. He chuckled lightly and my cheeks heated up. “I’m thinking of coming over for breakfast, what do you say?” Evan asked. The heat on my face intensified at the mention of ‘breakfast’. I knew what Evan’s breakfast was like, it always comes with a lot of hot make-outs and kissing.

I stood, dazed, as I glared at Karen. “What do you mean? Emma is coming back?” I snapped. “Are you deaf or something?” Karen snapped back, rolling her eyes in disgust. I sighed and slumped into a chair. Why does she have to come back Emma is my younger sister, my stepsister to be precise. Emma is just like her mother, pretentious and vicious. She is the most terrifying being I have ever come across in my entire life. It was never a tag-along for Emma and me, her mom did a fantastic job of poisoning her mind against me. “Soon, Emma will be the chief director of the Connor Foundation and also the CEO of the Connor group of companies.” Karen chuckled, narrowing her eyes at me. A surge of anger washed through me as I glared at her. How dare she wish for that in this delicate situation? Have she no remorse for my dad? A feeling of raw hatred sprang up inside of me. I didn’t care about causing a scene any longer. I felt like ripping off her hair from her scalp. “You’