Semua Bab After the Divorce: Mr. Billionaire Begs for My Forgiveness: Bab 121 - Bab 130

Emelia's POVA few months had passed since Lady Ruby gave me the task of working on the jewelry set for the upcoming wedding. So far, most of my days were filled with sketching designs and gaining feedback from the bride.Truthfully, she was a hard woman to work with, but I appreciated the challenge and criticism. Because of it, I'd been pushing myself and my boundaries, and trying to become a better designer with each iteration of the design.I'd gotten up as soon as the sun rose and wasted no time working on another round of sketches. Maybe I hadn't noticed it when it came to my own wedding, but was wearing a ton of jewelry the tradition? I barely remembered wearing anything outside of the ring!This bride, however, wanted it ALL. Ivy vine-like bangles that stretched from her fingers down to her wrists; a necklace so grand that it also came down to her shoulders; an embroidered, lace veil…Not to mention, I had to make sure that I avoided using gold because it was considered bad luck

Emelia's POVI drew deep breaths as I descended the stairs as calmly as I could. Whoever was just beyond the door, I sent them a silent thank you. I needed my mind to not be a complete mess when I still had work to do!Once I opened the door, I was greeted by the sight of Ezra and Sophia."Good afternoon, sweetie." Ezra spoke up first. "I hope we didn't catch you at a bad time?""No, not at all." I mustered an unassuming smile. "I was just working on finalizing the design choices for Sophia," I nodded in her direction."Oh, how exciting!" Sophia squealed. "I wanted to come by and see how it was coming along, if that's alright.""Of course! If anything, it would help to have you here so we could bounce ideas directly to each other and you could see the changes I make in real time."I led the two women up the stairs into the kitchen area just as Mason finished setting the tables with our plates."I didn't realize you were expecting guests, Emelia." Mason said sheepishly. "Now I feel bad

Emelia's POVThey say that time moves by slowly but passes quickly. Whoever said that was right, but I wouldn't trade it for everything that's happened within these last two years. It's safe to say now that I'm where I want to be in life. Thanks to Ezra's patience and guidance over the years, I was now able to say that I owned my own fashion brand! My jewelry design skills extended into clothing, and it was the best decision that I'd ever made for myself. After Sophia's wedding, I received more calls about job offers and extra projects to take on. I designed a necklace for a college present; a bracelet of someone who passed away; and even a few crowns and masks for a fantasy masquerade event. To say that my career took after that wedding day was an understatement. Now I sat in an office I could call my own, at a round, oval table, with board members all handpicked by me. Today, we were discussing the next order of operations for my brand, the Prestigious Phoenix Collective—also kn

Emelia's POVOver the course of the next few days, I refocused myself and my energy back into the company. It was the time of the year that we needed to pick the next season's theme anyway. I didn't have time to worry about my disastrous encounter with Mason. It started off so good, but then…I shook my head. I couldn't think about him or that right now. Instead, I focused on my senior staff who were circled around the oval table, sharing different concept designs, and chatting about material logistics. Our spring lineup had done so well that it afforded us the ability to experiment with more fabrics. It was just in time for our summer season, which offered us a lot more versatility. It made me excited because it meant we could experiment more. This meant we could push our own boundaries and really make our brand stand out whenever it was time to make landfall in the States. The possibilities were endless! Before I could chime in with my thoughts, my secretary, Renee, walked in.

Victor's POVI re-taped the photo of Emelia and I back under my desk, and took a deep breath. It was hard to get through the days when all I thought of was her. This heartache would never leave me, but it was what I deserved.I knew that all I'd ever be was a broken version of the man I once was. I miss who I was before it all went wrong, but there was no way to undo it.Maybe one of these days I'd learn to make peace with it. After two years, I knew that I'd be a long way off.So, I did what I did best—focus on my business.I spent the rest of my day preparing the reports needed for the upcoming board meeting. While our spring lineup performed well, it felt just a little short of the profit margins we needed to be able to afford the materials we needed for our summer lineup.It wasn't the end of the world—for me, at least—but it definitely was indicative of how much my mindset had affected the earnings for the company. My employees had ultimately suffered because of how absent I'd bee