All Chapters of My billionaire ex-husband wants me back: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

GIANNA~•~Brandon and I barely had time to spend together, but now, it was ruined by his bratty little sister and their supposed family friend, aka, Brandon’s best friend, who was always a little too touchy with him.I had hoped we could leave the house but now, I was forced to stay in and have a pool day.I looked flattering in the one piece I was wearing, but Bailey’s two piece totally stole my shine. I knew I sounded bitter and jealous but I had every reason to when I was sitting alone on the sun bed and Bailey was speaking with Brandon across from me.Bernice was having fun by herself in the pool. It was obvious she didn’t come to hang out with her brother. She just wanted to bring Bailey near him.I didn’t know what kind of expression was on my face, but Brandon locked gazes with me and his eyes went wide. Eventually, he dismissed Bailey and walked toward me, but the pest trailed behind him.“Oh, I almost forgot,” Bailey said when they were within earshot. “The only reason I cam

THREE WEEKS LATERGIANNA~•~The last three weeks have been awkward. Brandon was much more affectionate than he had ever been since we got married. I knew it was out of guilt, but it made me think I made the right choice by choosing to ignore the affair.It was like the setback made our relationship much stronger. I hated that I had to live with the fact that my husband knew how it felt to be inside his best friend, but I couldn’t say that I hated the outcome of their affair.He complimented me regularly, ate breakfast with me every day, came back from work early, and ate dinner with me as well. Sometimes, he even bought presents on his way back from work.A pair of hands settled on my shoulders and before I could turn around, Brandon placed a kiss on my neck. “Are you coming to bed anytime soon?”Heat rose to my cheeks, knowing exactly why he wanted me in bed. It was just nine o’clock in the evening and Brandon usually slept late because he was always busy with work.“There’ll be art

GIANNA~•~I lied about visiting my parents.I felt sick and was going to the hospital. I was still mad at Brandon so I didn’t feel like telling him the truth. He would fuss over me and make me forget that I currently hated him for getting his best friend pregnant while we were married.Brandon’s family was very high profile so I had to wear a baseball cap and a pair of sunglasses to avert attention from me. It was very easy for them to make up a story when they saw me entering the hospital.I pulled over at the parking lot and came down from the car, heading straight inside the building. I didn’t have an appointment so I had to wait in line for the available doctor for diagnosis.I spent almost an hour waiting and throughout then, I was wondering what my life would look like after I divorced Brandon. Definitely, the media would take the news but where would I go from there? I didn’t have a job. I had only two friends who were busy with work. How would I even start over? Brandon and I

GIANNA~•~I couldn’t stop myself from scoffing. “What are these?”“You don’t recognize the papers you gave me yesterday?”My teeth automatically gritted at the attitude in his voice. What right did he have to speak to me in that tone? “What was with the drama yesterday about you not signing it? All I had to do was give you space for you to realize you actually want me out of your life?”My voice was laced with pain and I didn’t even care if he could detect it. I had complained when he had put up a fight yesterday, but that didn’t mean I wanted him to give in so easily. Couldn’t he try to fight for our marriage? Did I mean that little to him?I couldn’t deny that it stung realizing that he didn’t care about me as a wife. He just didn’t want to be the bad person which was why he resisted divorce and tried to apologize three weeks ago.I had given him enough grace, hadn’t I? I stayed with him after learning that he slept with Bailey twice. Couldn’t he fight harder? Why was the pressure

GIANNA~•~When I knocked on the door to my parents’ place, Sheila opened it for me. She squealed when she saw me, wrapping me in a hug. I hugged her back immediately, feeling slightly better already.After a while, she pulled away and stared at me. “You didn’t mention you’d be coming home today.”I shrugged. “Well, here I am.”“I’ve missed you so much.” Sheila and I were only two years apart so we grew up very close. She was bummed when I got married as soon as I graduated but it was nothing either of us could control. “Are you staying for a while?” She questioned, eyeing my bag that was flung over my shoulder.“Until further notice,” I responded as we entered the house and Sheila closed the door behind us.“What? Did you fight with Brandon?”“Who fought with Brandon?” My mom asked, coming out from the kitchen. My mother was a housewife and since she married my father, she never worked for money. She merely focused on managing the house and looking after us. She thought that was the