He Divorced Me, I Marry A Bigger Billionaire! のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 101 - チャプター 110

Orrin’s POVI walked out of the boardroom with an exhale while adjusting the cuff of my jacket as Margaret followed a step behind me."Sir, you have a call scheduled with the Paris division at four, then a visit to the construction site at six. There's also a dinner invite from Senator Schumer, but I believe you already declined that," she recited with her clipboard clutched tightly in one hand as heels echoed across the floor.I lifted a hand slightly. "Cancel the rest of the day."She paused, caught mid-step. "Sir?"I stopped just outside my office doors as my eyes momentarily drew to the skyline beyond the floor-to-ceiling window."Cancel everything, Margaret. The Paris call, the site visit. Move them to tomorrow. I need the rest of the day off."There was a short silence before she nodded, professional as always. "Of course. Should I inform them you’ll be unavailable due to a personal engagement?"I gave a brief nod. I had a date with my firecracker this evening. I needed to get

Orrin's POV When the door opened, Bridget stood there, as if she had been waiting for this moment where I walked in. Her figure leaned slightly on the wall with one leg forward. Her eyes were fixed on me with a look that could only be described as smug and victorious. Her lips curled in a knowing smile that irritated every nerve in my body. "You made it," she said, her voice silky, welcoming, as if we were old lovers rekindling a flame. I didn’t respond. She stepped aside and gestured with her arm. "Come in. You look like you've been dragged through your thoughts." I hesitated for a beat but eventually stepped inside. The place was tastefully furnished in warm golds and deep maroons. Velvet cushions lined the plush couch, and low ambient lighting bathed everything in a hue that felt...intimate. The room smelled like cinnamon and roses. It was feminine and nostalgic. Her perfume hung in the air like a memory I didn’t want to revisit. She walked ahead, her heels click

Orrin’s POVMy eyes fluttered open.The world around me slowly came into focus. I was on a bed, soft, unfamiliar and the sheets tangled around my legs. My head throbbed with a dull pounding that made me wince, and a wave of nausea rolled through my stomach as I tried to piece together the last few hours. Where the hell was I? How did I even get here? My body felt heavy, sluggish, and as I shifted, I realized I was only in my boxers and a rumpled white office shirt with the buttons half-undone. I managed to raise my head to scan the room. A bottle of wine, two glass cups with one still filled with wine. And then, my suit pants hanging from the lamp stand.I must've drank myself to stupor. That explains the nausea and my throbbing head.I swung my legs over the edge of the bed, groaning as the movement sent a stab through my skull. My feet hit the cool floor, and I steadied myself against the bedpost. My legs were shaky as I forced myself upright. The sound of running water caugh

Orrin's POVI had never known time could stop.Not in the poetic way people described heartbreak or passion—no, this was real. Palpable. The moment my eyes met Aaliyah’s across the room, and realization hit me like a wrecking ball, time didn’t just slow down—it shattered.The look in her eyes was pure devastation. Betrayal, heartbreak, confusion... it was all there. Raw and Undeniable.She didn’t say a word. She didn’t have to because her face already said it all.My limbs moved without permission as I threw the sheets off and stumbled from the bed. I yanked my pants up with shaking hands, my heart slamming into my ribcage.And then she ran. She was gone before I could even utter a word.The weight in my chest crushed the air from my lungs. Suddenly and slowly, the images in my head hit one after another. The wine. Bridget smiling over the rim of her glass. Her hand brushing mine. The way she leaned closer, asking if I was fine, whispered something I didn’t quite catch. I remembere

Henry's POVThe sound of my phone startled me, dragging my attention away from the half-finished whiskey glass resting in front of me. The bar around me buzzed with quiet chatter and the low hum of music, but my world had been muted lately—dark and unfeeling. Until that phone rang.I blinked at the caller ID; Barbara L.Barbara? It had been a while.I answered, straightening in my seat, my voice gruff. "Hello?""Henry?" Her voice was warm. Familiar. Slightly amused, as if she had expected my surprise."Barbara. Wow. Been a minute. How are you?""I should be asking you that," she laughed gently. "It’s been what? Almost two years since we caught up?”I rubbed the back of my neck. "Something like that. Work's been a mess. Life's been... a mess.""Tell me about it. Hospital shifts never get easier. But hey, I thought about you recently. I didn't even know I still had your number. Just wondering how you’ve been, you know?"I smiled faintly. "Still alive. Right now, I'm trying to figure o