All Chapters of After the Divorce: Mr. Billionaire Begs for My Forgiveness: Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

Emelia's POVI watched Lily's face shift through various different emotions—confusion, sadness, anger, denial. Still, I had no sympathy for her. Manipulation and gaslighting would only get her but so far. If anything, I was happy that she was beginning to understand true accountability.Although, I couldn't help but feel sorry for the little girl. Even to a two-year old, it was obvious that she wasn't loved or valued by her own mom.I was happy that she seemed to have a good relationship with Victor, at least. Hopefully, his love would be enough for her."I-is that what you want, Violet?" Lily looked past me and up at Violet still. "D-do you want mommy to go away?"I looked behind me to see that the little girl hadn't moved her position. She kept her head down and against Victor's shoulder as she clung to him like she was afraid of being ripped from his embrace.I then looked back at Lily who staggered back like she'd been physically hit. Her face was void of all color and for once, sh

Emelia's POVI turned off the flatscreen and sat in silence for a few minutes as I tried to gather my thoughts. It was going to be hard to navigate through this since the media had already gotten a hold of it.I didn't even really want to think about the financial panic the shareholders were currently in. Everyone was being blindsided by this decision!"Miss Emelia…?" Renee spoke up. "Are you okay?"I sighed. "I don't even know at this point.""I'm sorry. It seems that the universe isn't finished throwing curveballs at you.""I wish it was, because I'm not exactly the sporty type."That got a chuckle out of Renee. "So, do you have any ideas on how you plan to go about this?""As much as I don't want to do it… I think I may have to release my own public statement in response. The public at least needs to know that this decision was of Victor's own volition, and that I had no say-so, much less the desire, to actually go through with his proposal.""I think it may be a good idea. It may s

Lily's POV"I'm glad you remember me even after all this time, love." Dylan smiled. "You know, you still look so beautiful—just like how I remembered you from all those years ago. I swear, you never change."I still couldn't find the words to respond to him. All I could do was stare at him like he was a figment of my imagination; like all of this was fake, and I was simply hallucinating everything due to how worn out from stress I was.Dylan raised his brow and cocked his head to the side. "What's wrong? You usually have a lot to say..""How did you even find me?!""Babe, you've always loved your social media." He laughed. "It's not like you keep yourself a secret.""You've been talking to me this entire time without telling me who you really were?! How could you—""Actually, I didn't recognize you at first." He shrugged. "You're not exactly the only brown-haired cutie on this planet. But after some time passed and I kept seeing your photos… I don't know. It still didn't really click,

Emelia's POV"What could this be?" I leaned over the agent's shoulder to get a good look at all the emails everyone across different departments sent in. "I mean, some of them definitely look like they're fake, but…"The agent shook his head. "A lot of these are blatantly obvious phishing attack emails. Their return-paths are misspelled by a letter, they want you to click a weird link, or call a number that isn't registered to any entity.""Could the design department have misinterpreted this attack then?""According to our other techs, there hasn't been a serious breach. There have been attempts, but nothing our systems haven't been able to catch. The only thing I can assume is—"Before the agent could finish his sentence, a red phone that sat next to him rang loudly. "It's Thomas." Then there was a pause. "She's here, actually. Did you want to—"He held out the phone for me to take. "For you, Miss Emelia. It's urgent."I took the phone immediately. "Hello, this is Emelia speaking. An

Victor's POVThere used to be a funny, cliche little saying about wives, or in my case, my ex-wife. What was it?Who needs Google when your wife knows everything?Well, it seemed that my arrogance came to bite me in the ass—and hard as hell. I'm pretty sure it left a scar.The investigation dragged out for a week, and then another. In that timeframe, my company had lost close to $200,000. And no one knew where it was going.At first, the withdrawals were small, inconspicuous. One could shrug it off as their own design team purchasing materials for our new jewelry line.But then, they came in bigger chunks. The latest one? $100,000.This was deliberate, and I could only think of one person who wanted to do something like this to my company.Lily.Yet the only problem was that she wasn't smart or resourceful enough to launch a full-scale attack like this. Plus, it wasn't just me being targeted.Unless she knew someone else…I shook my head. No, there had to be someone else.But who in th