บททั้งหมดของ Love After Divorce: My Ex Wife Is A Billionaire : บทที่ 141 - บทที่ 150

ADELINE’S POVThe plane touched down smoothly at the Washington D.C Airport, but my stomach still fluttered with nerves about what was going to happen. I looked over at Xander who was sitting next to me. His jaw was clenched tight and eyes focused on the small tele on the head rest. I knew he was just about as nervous as I was about meeting my grandparents tomorrow. They were not just any grandparents- they were among the richest business people on earth, and the thought of introducing Xander to them made my palms sweat. I had a lot of questions, plenty of them. But I smiled so Xander could relax.Would they like him? Or would they hate him at first sight? I couldn't tell, but the thought of waiting until the moment made the whole situation even more terrifying. I could feel the foreboding which had my stomach growling. "Hey," I said softly, unable to hold in the fear anymore. I reached for his hand and gave it a gentle squeeze, hoping that it would alleviate the fear I also felt

SASHA’S POVI was sitting on the cold, hard bench in the cell, staring at the cracked wall in front of her. I’ve come to accept my life now since it was clear that there was nothing I could do that would get me out. It was something I’ve been forced to accept over time because I had been frantic at first. I never thought that this was ever going to happen but it was and there was nothing I could do. The light that was shining overhead flickered now and then, giving the room eerie shadows every now and then. The room was a small, dingy space. The smell of sweat, mold, and despair was very thick in the air and it constantly reminded me where I was and most importantly, how far I had. I clenched my fists tightly and my nails dug into my palms, but the pain didn't bother me at all. I was so consumed by anger and being frustrated that my mind raced with thoughts of revenge and how I was going to make Adeline pay for everything she had done to me but first I had to figure out a way to

MRS. DEVON'S POVI sat in the quiet of my living room, thinking about how I was going to tell Xander about what was in my mind. The room was so quiet that the only thing I could hear at that moment was the thinking sound of the clock and my loud thoughts that kept coming back to me every now and then even though I was trying so hard to keep them away. My hands rested in my lap and my fingers were entwined tightly as I continued to think again and again. This was a habit I had when I was nervous and considering the gravity of the situation, I knew that I was going to be clasping my hands for a very long time. Even the soft breeze that occasionally came into the room was not enough to soothe the anxiety and fear that was bubbling up and down inside me. This was a lot worse than I thought and I knew it was going to take a lot of time before getting rid of these thoughts. How the hell was I going to tell Xander? I had been wrestling without question for hours ever since Floral had com

XANDER'S POVI left the house in a daze because my head was spinning with everything I had just heard. I could not believe what my mother had just told me and what shocked me the most was that she had kept all these away from me ever since I was small and I was pretty sure that if Flora had never showed up she was never prepared to tell me about it. I could not just believe it. The new girl has been so eager to introduce herself as my sister but I could not wrap my mind around it. Something told me that this was wrong, that we were missing something and I had to find out what it was as soon as possible. But I was still trying to process the information that we had just gotten and it was surely going to take me some time before I would find out whatever it was she wasn't saying. But if anything, she looked so genuine and didn't seem to have anything she was trying to hide from us. I wondered why I felt this way, but then reminded myself that she had just arrived and I was only being

MATT'S POVI was sitting on the cold, hard bench in my prison cell, staring at the gray walls that had become my world. Sometimes I wondered how I'd allowed myself to come here but it wasn't totally my fault. Everything that happened happened too fast and I didn't see any of it coming. But if there was one thing that I believed in, it was the fact that I would be out of here but I didn't know when. I just needed to get the right connections. That was all I wanted, and then once that was achieved, I would be able to get out of here. I had a lot of plans, but I just needed the night people, people who had the same fervor like me to get me outta here. The place reeked of sweat and pure despair. The air was thick with the stench of rotten food and unwashed bodies. It was unfit for any human life and that was one of the reasons I wanted to get out of here, but that reason was nothing compared to the main one. Revenge. My thoughts were interrupted when I heard someone yell from a cell no