Semua Bab After the Divorce: Mr. Billionaire Begs for My Forgiveness: Bab 131 - Bab 140

Emelia's POVThe airport was a bustling, chaotic mess—much like my mind. There were long lines of tired, irritable people trying to get through security. A couple had just whizzed past me to make the last call for a flight that was just about to leave. And here I was in the middle of it feeling sick and nauseous. Admittedly, I'd gotten horrible sleep last night. The thought of returning home to Greenport gave me a lot of mixed emotions, especially after she told me about Victor and Lily's relationship. I sat in the chair that was right up against the window, as I anxiously watched the coming and going planes along the airstrip. There was no backing out now, and I needed to accept that fact—and fast. "Emelia?" Ezra's voice came at me so suddenly since I was too absorbed in my thoughts. It caused me to jump as I turned to greet her."H-hey," I stammered pathetically. Ezra gave me a knowing smile. "You can do this, sweetie. I understand why you're so nervous to be heading back, but

Victor's POVFire continued to burn the inside of my skin the longer I stared down at Lily. I hated that the one thing tying us together was her daughter, and it angered me that she had to be the collateral in this loveless, horrible ruse of ours. It didn't even feel right to call it a marriage. After our argument the other day when I brought up that we did not need to officially be married to appease the shareholders, I was served documents to make it official anyway. Supposedly, the order came from Layla herself, although I never got a hold of her to confirm it. As much as I didn't want to sign the papers, if the order did end up coming from Layla, then the last thing I needed was to make an enemy out of her. Not the one person who actually had a strong influence on the company's success. Once again, Lily proved to me why I would never be able to return her twisted version of love she claimed to have for me. "You think you can get rid of me?" Lily sneered. "You think just becaus

Victor's POVAfter I'd put Violet down for her nap, I left the house again. I needed to get more work done, but I honestly didn't want to go wherever Lily could potentially find me.If anything, I still felt drained after our earlier encounter, so I opted for a coffee shop that was in the downtown district.Traffic was horrible as it always was, but I wasn't in any particular hurry today. As I came to a red light, I took a deep breath to try and calm my racing mind.I truly had no idea what I was going to do with the rival business that was set to touch down in Greenport anytime now. This industry was cutthroat, but I was more interested in making a potential friend and collaborator than an enemy.With how much their influence was already affecting the market, I couldn't afford to make yet another enemy. I had enough of those in my personal life anyway.I looked up at the red light and sighed. Has it always taken this long? It wasn't even rush hour.As I continued to sit there, I could

Emelia's POVOver the course of the next few days, I immersed myself into my work as I prepared the new office space for all of my future colleagues. Even though it took an additional two days of settling it with the bank, before I knew it, I'd secured the loan for the new building.Now I was out with Alexis, deciding on all the interior design for the office—from the wall paint, the floorings, to the furniture, and everything in between."So, Em, what kind of flooring were you thinking for the space?" Alexis eyed the different panels in front of us. "There's a lot to choose from and honestly... it's making my head hurt."I laughed. "Well, luckily I already have a plan in mind for each of the rooms and different spaces.""Oh, is that so?" Alexis tilted her head to the side. "Do, tell, bestie, because I've always wondered how that design brain of yours thinks.""Well, let's start with the lobby and reception area—the first place everyone sees. To me, I think it's important that people w

Victor's POVIf looks could kill, I would've asked the intern where he preferred to be buried. Instead, I was following him around the busy, chaotic streets as he trembled with every step he took.Pathetic, I thought.I'm unsure what my recruiters down in HR were thinking with hiring this intern, but I knew I'd have more than a few choice words with them. If they were lucky, they might still have their job.But I couldn't think about that. Not right now, at least. Because the familiar signs of the various neighboring shops and nooks signaled the impending arrival of my storefront. My heart began to race in anticipation. Endless sweat had to be wiped subtly on my pants leg as I fidgeted with the edges of my blazer.As we rounded the corner, my eyes caught my storefront to the left. A stone facade encased tall windows in metal framings. The inside lighting was warm as it shone off the dark wood casings where all the jewelry laid on display, as a glass chandelier hung right at the entrywa