All Chapters of Divorcing The Ruthless Billionaire: Chapter 91 - Chapter 94

From that day, I decided to keep a laylow. I pretended to ignore Damian and act as if I were busying myself with distractions. I had signed up for golf lessons at an exclusive club—something I had no real interest in—but this was my perfect excuse to eavesdrop and sneak watch those around me. If the A-list thought I was pulling back, I wanted to sell that idea to them as much as I could.A few days after giving it some thought, I got in touch with Charles to tell him I was ready for a meeting. He didn’t seem shocked. All he would say was that this deal would benefit me with the added bonus of clearing my name so I could get back to work with my clients. That much was helpful.The day finally arrived, and I walked into the Alistair estate exuding calm and assured confidence. I dressed for the occasion in a crisp white blouse with fitted black trousers: neutral, polished, unreadable. The grand dining room looked just as I remembered it—opulent, a mere smattering of sunshine failing to w

The silence between us lasted for a while, until one could easily hear something. The café was tranquil, and out of its low hum of conversations from other tables, a storm brewed between the two of us. Mike was on me, fingering an absent tap against the table, while his expression remained unreadable. The weight of his silence pressed against me like an unspoken challenge.Outside, evening lights flickered against the glass, tracing long shadows over his face. His jaw tightened, and his usually crisp eyes softened in some indescribable way at that moment; it wasn't pity, nor was it concern; it was something deeper, more grave.Then at last he sighed, leaning vaguely forward over the forearms resting on the table. He said, "Eleanor, I need to ask you: And you have to be truthful with me."I met his gaze, one side of my head turning slightly as I said,"Go on."He hesitated for just a fraction of a second, something unspoken hanging around in his eyes. "This plan of yours… what's gonna h