Semua Bab He Divorced Me, I Marry A Bigger Billionaire!: Bab 31 - Bab 40

Orrin’s POVThe restaurant in Knightsbridge was dripping with elegance—crystal chandeliers casting soft light over velvet booths, the clink of champagne flutes mingling with the low hum of power deals being struck. I leaned back in my seat, my tuxedo jacket unbuttoned, a glass of scotch in hand, but my eyes were on Aaliyah across the table. She was a vision in a sapphire gown, her blonde hair curled up, framing her face, and bouncing with every graceful movement. Her smile dazzled the investors around us. We were here to charm a group of venture capitalists for a joint tech venture, playing the perfect power couple, but something about her tonight had my gut twisting. It wasn't just tonight in fact. Since the day I arrived back from Qatar and confessed my growing love to her only to be rejected once again. I didn't let things get awkward with her. But I couldn't help but notice a difference. A change in her aura, her movements, the way she spoke. Or could it be that I'm only noti

Orrin’s POVThe photo on my phone—Aaliyah leaving that clinic, folder in hand, the logo screaming Women’s Health Associates, it left me feeling empty. Like a void.She's pregnant and it must be cryptic. She’d hidden it from me, her husband, the man who’d laid his heart bare to her. My chest was a mess of shock, confusion and anger.It had to be Henry’s kid. The timeline fit—her hospital scare months ago, right after we’d married. She’d never told me what that visit was really about, brushing it off as stress, but now it clicked, sharp and brutal. She was carrying his child, and every smile, every touch we’d shared since was a lie. Betrayal clawed at me, raw and familiar, dragging me back to my childhood—my mother’s lies, my father’s hate, the sting of being a “bastard” nobody wanted. I thought I’d buried that pain, but Aaliyah had ripped it open, and here I was, drowning in it.My hands raked through my hair. How could she do this? I’d fought for her, tanked Henry’s company, stoo

Aaliyah’s POV I woke up to the soft rays of light reflecting past the white silk cotton covering the window facing me directly. I yawned and stretched then reached for my phone, rubbing sleep from my eyes. I saw a voicemail from Lisa, timestamped at 2:00 AM. My heart skipped—she never called that late. I played it. “Ali, it’s me. Call me as soon as you get this, okay? It’s important.” The message cut off, leaving me staring at the screen. She sounded nervous and urgent. What was wrong? Did something happen with that Kaito guy? Or—my stomach twisted—did she know about my plan, the divorce? I checked the time—9:00 AM. Lisa would be up already, probably sipping coffee, planning her next event. I dialed, but it rang out but no answer. I frowned, trying again and again—nothing. “Come on, Lisa,” I muttered, texting her: Got your voicemail. Is everything okay? Call me. I set the phone down, my fingers lingering, worry creeping in. Lisa wasn’t the type to ghost, not with

Orrin’s POVThe lunch spot I and Dotty had settled down in, was all old-world charm—polished oak tables, crisp white linens, the clink of silverware mingling with soft jazz. She sat across from me, her red head hair catching the sunlight through the window. Her laugh was as loud as I remembered. We’d been friends since high school, back when life was simpler, before deals, marriages, or betrayals like Aaliyah’s. “God, Orrin, remember that pub crawl in third year?” Dotty asked, her eyes sparkling, cutting into her salmon. “You tried to outdrink that rugby lad and ended up singing karaoke with a barstool.”I chuckled, the memory pulling me back. “Yeah, and you were no better, dancing on the table, yelling for an encore. We were a mess.”“The best mess,” she grinned then leaned forward. “I miss those days. You’re all serious now, Mr. Power Couple with Aaliyah Hayes. How’s that going?”I tensed and my smile faded. Aaliyah’s divorce plan flashed in my mind, the ones I’d pieced together

Lisa’s POVJust as darkness swallowed me, strong hands broke through, pulling me up, and then—everything went blank. Until a jolt. I felt pressure on my chest and air forced into my lungs. I gasped, coughing with water gushing from my mouth. My eyes fluttered open, the cold tiles of the pool deck biting my back, goosebumps prickling every inch of my skin. I was alive, but the realization hit like a wave—I’d almost died.“Hey, are you okay?” a deep voice cut through my haze, urgently and with an American accent.I blinked as my vision cleared, and I saw him clearly—a man leaning over me, his face shadowed by the string lights. He had water dripping from his dark hair. He looked familiar, but my brain was too foggy to place him where I'd seen him. His eyes, hazel and intense, locked on mine. He was shirtless, his chest broad, tattoos snaking across his arms and pecs—a snake, flames, some script I couldn’t read. A silver hoop glinted in his left ear, giving off a vibe that screamed