Lahat ng Kabanata ng Leave Me Alone, Ex-husband: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

Later that day…I step into the mansion, my breath catching in awe at the sight that unfolds before me. The grandeur of the decorations embraces the essence of celebration. The expansive halls are adorned with intricate floral arrangements, their vibrant colors breathing life into the elegant surroundings. Roses, lilies, and daisies interweave in cascading bouquets, their sweet fragrance filling the air.Every corner of the mansion radiates warmth and joy. Delicate streamers hang gracefully from the ceilings, shimmering with a touch of gold. Soft lighting casts a gentle glow.The walls proudly display a timeline of Grandma's life, a tapestry of cherished memories captured in photographs and lovingly curated memorabilia.The atmosphere is alive with the sounds of laughter and conversation, mingling harmoniously with the soft melody of nostalgic tunes. Friends and family gather, their faces adorned with smiles, as they honor Grandma's legacy and celebrate the love that binds them togeth

I hastily take off the wet clothes and place them in the laundry basket. I stand under the shower, the warm water calming my mind. But then I suddenly realize that I haven't brought fresh clothes with me.A tinge of panic courses through me as I contemplate my next move. It is then that I recall George's words and his promise to be there if I needed anything. Curiosity and a flicker of hope guide my actions as I decide to reach out to him.With a determined resolve, I turn off the shower and make my way toward the door, water droplets cascading down my body. Nervously, I push it open, revealing the room beyond. My eyes scan the space, searching for any sign of George's presence.I realize he is standing outside the room, my gaze moving to the door."George?" I call out his name, my voice laced with a mix of anticipation and uncertainty.And then, as if conjured by my plea, he enters the room, silently responding to my summons.My breath catches in my throat as I take in the sight befo

The next day…I am staring at the notification on my phone. The screen displays a significant sum of money credited to my account, and I instantly recognize it as the alimony transfer from George.Mixed emotions wash over me as I contemplate this unexpected development. On one hand, the monetary support offers a sense of security in this new Chapter of my life. It provides a cushion that allows me to focus on rebuilding and finding my own path. Yet, on the other hand, accepting this money feels like a reminder of the broken promises and shattered dreams that accompanied my marriage.With a sigh, I set the phone aside, my heart heavy. Returning the money is not an option I am willing to entertain. As I reflect on my current situation, realization dawns upon me.I am jobless, without a steady source of income. While I am a qualified fashion designer, my career path has taken a different turn.I don’t work for any firm, despite the fact that I was a topper in fashion design in college. I

Vivian’s POV…I sink into the sofa, feeling the frustration and disbelief coursing through my veins. My gaze remains fixated on the closed bedroom door, where George has seemingly barricaded himself. The audacity of his actions leaves me dumbfounded and bewildered.‘Why is he doing this? Why is he here instead of being with Megan?’ I can’t help but wonder.Ding-Dong…The sound of the doorbell shatters the tense silence, jolting me out of my thoughts.I hasten to answer the door, half expecting to see Michael standing there. He might be worried. But my expectations are dashed as I come face to face with Megan, her eyes blazing with anger."You… Why are you so shameless?" She starts accusing me, her voice filled with venom. "How dare you seduce George even after the divorce? Are you not ashamed of yourself?"I furrow my brows, taken aback by her aggressive stance. "Excuse me… Stop accusing me when you know nothing," I retort, my voice laced with frustration. She deliberately angers me.

George’s POV…As soon as I enter my office, my attentive secretary approaches me. With a composed demeanor, she informs me that Megan has been waiting for me.I squint a little at her and ask, "When did she come?""An hour ago."I nod and sit down in my chair. I know her visit is not solely driven by personal reasons but rather by a professional aspiration to become the brand ambassador for our company's clothing line.Megan is a model, and she looks stunning. I have no objections to her becoming the brand ambassador. But I haven't responded to her yet.The company can find other models, but the management wants to know my thoughts first since Megan is my girlfriend before making any decision.The secretary then narrated to me about the new product line, the wedding dress market. This is an area our company has never tried before."A famous design company has already approached us and expressed their desire to collaborate with us," she says.My curiosity is piqued. I think it is worth