All Chapters of Till Divorce Do Us Part: Chapter 231 - Chapter 240

ALEXANoelle and I were discussing some patterns and designs in my office.“The pop-star sent in a mail through his manager that he is in need of a wardrobe makeover,” I told Noelle.“Is he going on another tour?” Noelle asked suggestively.I didn’t quite catch her tone until she I looked at her and saw the mischief in Noelle’s eyes. I smiled thinly and shook my head at her.“He didn’t mention,” I simply said.“Well, I was hoping that if he was, you would let me go for this one,” Noelle said lightly, sounding like a giddy high school girl.What was wrong with her? What was the excitement about?“Why do you want to be the one to go this time around?” I asked Noelle, basically out of curiosity.“Maybe I might find a foreigner that would fall in love with me and I wouldn’t have to come back here,” Noelle said, her eyes dancing with a teasing glint. “I am actively thinking of falling in love for real and just settling down,” she divulged, much to my surprise.Noelle had never spoken about

MARKI was really sick of Alexa’s attitude. Initially, the moment the consultant told me that Alexa would see me, I had intended to be cordial with her by complimenting her progress. We would be working together for a while, and I just wanted to create a conducive working relationship with her, but apparently, she was still hostile like the devil.Running into Noelle at the hallway on her way to her office and getting the disdainful look really pissed me off. I knew that Noelle never liked me and we never got along, but that shouldn’t have given her the right to act in a disrespectful manner. I had been with both Ivy and Alexa, and on both cases, Vector had been cordial with the both of them. I understood that Vector was blackmailed by Ivy, but even at that, he wouldn’t have disrespected Ivy.And even now that I was neither with any of them, he still never disrespected any of them, and I expected the same level of maturity from Alexa’s friend. I had been tolerating it for a while now

ALEXA“As much as Alexa is the best male fashion stylist in Paris, I don’t want her services.”Those were his words, and I heard him loud and clear. This time around, it wasn’t some recorded evidence. I heard them with my own ears and I didn’t miss any words.Not that I doubted what Donald had recorded and given to me to listen to, but it didn’t hurt as much as hearing him say these words. It was as though Mark was saying them to me directly, and not to Donald.Why did he always feel the need to talk down on me in the presence of Donald?What wrong did I ever do to Mark other than to love and worship him and even sacrifice years of my life to taking care of him without grumbling or complaining for once even though he never reciprocated it for once, or even appreciated it?My heart broke into a tiny million pieces.Just when I thought that he couldn’t hurt me any deeper, he sank lower and right now, I wished that I hadn’t accepted his proposal to work together. What was so hard about m

ALEXA“What do you say?” Donald asked me when I wasn’t forthcoming with a response.I swallowed the saliva hanging on my throat, confused and speechless at the same time. I thought this was just a regular lunch with a friend. Maybe I should not have told him.“Alexa?” Donald called, drawing my attention to himself.“Yes,” I responded, snapping out of my thought.Not that I didn’t hear him. I just didn’t know what to say and there were a million thoughts going through my head at the moment.“You haven’t given a response to what I just said,” Donald reminded me on what I already knew.His points were valid and reasonable, but what he didn’t understand was that decision like this wasn’t easy to make. I mean, if I could, I would not have agreed to work with Mark from the beginning. I did fight it, but my dad made me understand that it was deeper than the emotions I felt and the anger I was carrying.He was well aware that Mark didn’t treat me right, and even though we had had our fair sha

ALEXA“He wants a dinner date with my dad,” I found myself complaining to Noelle the moment I got back to my office.Of course, Noelle didn’t share my worry, and I began to wonder why on earth I had told her.She was smiling.“This isn’t funny, Noelle,” I chided her.“Why not?” Noelle asked.“How is it funny? What does he want to see my dad for?” I asked Noelle as though Donald hadn’t stated his reasons clearly.“That’s the right thing any responsible man would do,” Noelle prompted.“That is not the point right now,” I said, rolling my eyes. “Can you stop thinking past wanting to matchmake Donald and I so badly?” I requested.“I don’t see why you are worrying, Alexa,” Noelle insisted. “In all honesty, I am thrilled,” Noelle added, much to my dismay.This was the exact reason I had begun to find it really hard for me to converse with Noelle and have some conversations with her, especially the ones that concerned Mark and Donald. When I was still very much with Mark, she hated him so mu