บททั้งหมดของ Life after divorce: The billionaire’s crazy proposal : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

I strolled into the company, all eyes following my every move, as I walked. Where was I headed? His office.I was going to return a favor back to my devil of a husband. I did everything for him…I worshiped the ground he walked and I was repaid with not only a divorce, but with the evidence of his sexual relationship with my best-friend.My heart felt numb. I felt like nothing. All I wanted was to get done with this and be freed. My lips parted as I mumbled but not even I, could grasp my own words.“Hello ma’am.” A soothing, yet authoritative voice cut me short, gaining my attention. Blue eyes stared back at mine, belonging to a lady on blonde. “Who are you looking for?” She asked, standing up from behind the counter.“I’m looking for your boss,” my eyes fell down at the tag on her shirt. “Cora.” “Who are you? Do you have an appointment with him?” She asked, her eyes falling down at the system as her fingers hovered above the keyboard.“I’m his wife and no, I don’t. I can’t see my hus

I stood frozen in place, my heart pounding relentlessly in my chest. Confusion and frustration swirled inside me, tightening my throat and making it hard to breathe. I had never felt so utterly out of place before, and the sensation gnawed at me. What is this? Some kind of twisted joke? Was this stranger following me around because he thought I was an amusing toy? My hands clenched into fists, my nails digging into my palms, but even the sharp sting didn’t pull me back to reality. “Daddy... you’ve found mummy.” The boy’s words echoed in my mind, pulling my focus to the small child still clutching at my waist. His innocent face radiated joy, but his declaration left me reeling. Mummy?Who was he referring to? My pulse quickened, the sound of my own heartbeat roaring in my ears as I turned my gaze back to the man at the entrance. His piercing eyes softened as they locked onto mine, and for a moment, I thought I saw relief wash over his features. He glanced between the boy in my

While I waited for my coffee to brew, my fingers toyed idly with the black card in my hand. The name “Curtis Black” was printed boldly in gold across the sleek surface. ‘Is that his name?’ I thought, intrigued and slightly mesmerized. He had told me to call him if I ever needed help. But I doubted I ever would or at least, I hoped it wouldn’t come to that. Accepting his help would mean feeling indebted to him, and that was something I couldn’t afford. With my phone in hand, I hesitated, his number already keyed in. My finger hovered over the dial button, and my mind raced. ‘What would I even say?’ Frustration bubbled up as I frowned, finally tossing the phone aside. Instead, I opened my laptop. If I wasn’t ready to call him, I could at least learn more about him. About his family. About the world I’d been asked to step into. A quick search later, the results left me staring at the screen, wide-eyed and speechless. The Black family wasn’t just wealthy, they were powerful.

Amber I turned on the faucet, letting the water cascade over me as I stood under the shower. The warm droplets slid down my back, mingling with the soapy foam before disappearing down the drain. I rinsed out the shampoo from my hair, but even after I was done, I didn’t move. I just stood there, letting the steady stream rain down on me. My head was pounding, thoughts racing uncontrollably. I had just received an eviction notice. Not handed to me in person by the landlord, but left at my door, waiting like an unwelcome guest when I got home. [You have two days to pay your rent or vacate the premises. Failure to comply will result in immediate action.] “What do I do?” I murmured, my voice barely audible over the sound of the water. Even though I’d agreed to Curtis’s offer to become his wife, I was anxious for the contract to be finalized. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not a gold digger but I was desperate for a roof over my head. Belle would happily let me crash at her place, but

“Mum, are you okay?” Curtis asked, his voice laced with concern as he steadied his mother. His hands gripped her shoulders gently, but his gaze betrayed a deeper worry. “I’m fine,” she replied, her voice wavering slightly. But Curtis didn’t seem convinced. His hands lingered, his worry evident in the way he watched her. I could see the guilt flicker in his eyes. He loved his mother deeply, and for a fleeting moment, I could sense he regretted this…bringing me here, reopening old wounds that had never truly healed. Yet he knew it had to be done. He had to uncover the truth about his wife’s death, no matter the cost. Her eyes never left me. They were wide and brimming with tears, her disbelief mingling with hope as she stepped away from Curtis. Slowly, she approached me, her arms spreading wide. Before I could process what was happening, she pulled me into an embrace. Her warmth surrounded me, and for a moment, I forgot to breathe.