All Chapters of Falling In Love with my Cold Billionaire Husband: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

The hallway leading to Ms. Savarre’s office felt endless. My heart still hadn't settled since the confrontation in the conference room. I walked silently behind her, my sketchbook clutched tightly against my chest like armor.Behind us, I could still hear the muffled shouting of Mildred as she was escorted out. I should’ve felt victorious. Vindicated. But all I felt was… drained.When we entered her office, Ms. Savarre gestured for me to sit, then closed the door behind us. The space was minimalist and modern—glass walls, neutral tones, and the distinct scent of leather and paper. A room where ideas were born—and crushed.She sat across from me, fingers steepled under her chin, her gaze unreadable.

I came home not even knowing how to feel anymore.I was exhausted—completely and utterly drained, but I couldn’t explain why.I should be happy right now.I got the lead designer position.But why does it still feel like something’s missing?I went straight to my room and locked myself in.After showering, I started unpacking my things. The bath helped. It made me feel a little lighter—refreshed, even, if only for a while.I had taken everything out of my bag when I noticed something was missing.Where was it?I turned my bag inside out, digging through every corner. Still, I couldn’t find it. I even checked the desk in my room, but nothing.I rushed to the studio. Nothing there either.Where was my necklace?Feeling defeated, I sat on the stool.That necklace had been a gift from my childhood best friend. It couldn’t just be gone. It wasn’t just jewelry—it was a memory, a promise made by two kids with hearts full of dreams.And then I remembered—I had worn it to work. On my first da

My hands were clenched into fists at my sides. I didn’t say a word as I watched Mildred walk away, her heels clicking like a drumbeat of mockery down the hallway.Every word she said echoed in my mind.Substitute.He’ll never love someone like you.It was like being gutted with a dull knife. Slow, painful, deliberate.I should be used to it by now.People always saw me as someone else—someone they wanted me to be.Never just… me.I closed my eyes and let out a shaky breath.I shouldn’t let Mildred

Eloise’s POVThe first thing I did when I got home was throw the envelope across the room.It hit the wall and landed flat on the floor, like it belonged there—empty, discarded, exactly how I felt.I stared at it for a while. That damn invitation. That beautifully printed lie.I should’ve ripped it to shreds the moment I opened it. I should’ve burned it. I should’ve cried harder.But I didn’t.I just stood there, frozen in place, until Brix gently spoke behind me.“Do you want anything, Mrs. Whitmore? Water?”I turned to him and gave

I couldn’t stop thinking about the name she wrote on the divorce agreement.Eloise Everheart.That was the same name Mildred called her.Eloise.But she had once told me—that was her stepsister’s name.I shouldn’t care.But I did.And I didn’t understand why it was bothering me more than it should.The divorce agreement was still sitting in my office.She’d already signed it.And yet… I couldn’t bring myself to do the same.