All Chapters of Married to the Billionaire to Divorce Him: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Ava's POV "Wow, I got slapped." I muttered to myself as I clicked the door shut behind me. My hand was still pressed to my cheek, on the location where Jessica’s slap had landed. I backed into the room slowly, as though one wrong movement might shatter the illusion that I was okay. I didn’t cry. I refused to cry. I mean....so many things have happened to me that makes me tired of life. I rubbed at my eyes with the sleeve of my sweater. I walked to the mirror like I wasn’t really in my own bod and noticed the cheek was red. A perfect evidence of her slap. I stared at it, then at my own eyes; wider than usual. How many people had Jessica hit like that over the years? How many just stood there and took it? I clenched my jaw and turned away, reaching for my phone on the nightstand. Nathaniel's name stared back at me like a lifeline, looking and checking my call log. 6 Missed Calls — Ava to Nathaniel (Earlier Today) 4 Unread Message — “Hey… I’m out of the hospital. Just wante

"Nathaniel, save your words for..."His hands grabbed my waist, pulling me close on his body. His lips brushed against mine before I could complete my sentence. It started slow, hesitant, but quickly deepened...months of tension, anger, longing, guilt... all pouring out into that kiss.I wrapped my arms around his neck as he gripped my waist like he might never let go. When we finally broke apart, I whispered against his lips, “So are you going to stop avoiding me now?”He smiled, panting. “I’ll consider it.”We laughed softly, foreheads touching. But then we heard the click of a camera.We turned and at the edge of the patio stood one of the press photographers. He smiled. “What a perfect shot. The troubled couple finally reconciling. Can I quote this for tomorrow’s headline?”Nathaniel stiffened. “Delete that... can't we have some privacy for once."The man shrugged. “Nope...not when you guys are doing it public...just like

“…But do you want to build a family with me?” He asked softly. “Have kids?”I froze, trying to process the question he had just asked. It wasn’t a question I expected. Because before I signed the contract I was told that him and Jessica knew I can't conceive. Or she didn't tell him?I looked at him speechless. The word 'Kids' rang in my ear a illion times in just few seconds. I didn't know whether to tell him the truth or not...I was scared...scared he might change towards me when we just finally reconciled.I blinked, forcing a smile onto my face, the way people do when they hear something heartbreaking in a public space and don’t want to make a scene.Nathaniel didn’t notice, at least not immediately. His eyes were filled with hope, like he could already picture that future...A home... Laughter...Children who carried bits of both of us.I wanted to say yes. God, I wanted to give him that, but my throat locked up.Instead, I loo

Ava’s POV“Jessica,” I said the moment I stepped into the house. I didn't say a word to Nathaniel as I came down from the car and stormed inside. He didn't even bother to stop me or ask where I was going. Jessica barely looked up from her glass of wine. She sat by the grand piano in the living room like a queen on a throne, legs crossed, silk robe flowing like she was expecting a photoshoot.“Well, good evening to you too, Ava,” she said with a faint smirk. "You hardly ever call me 'Mrs. Hargrave or Mrs. Jessica'....""That's because we never started off that way and you didn't earn my respect...."" Fair enough....I don't care...just leave me alone."“I need to speak with you,” I said coldly. “Alone.”Jessica sighed. “Aren’t we always alone? Clara and Christy traveled....and you don’t exactly have friends around here.”I clenched my fists but bit down my reply. I walked past her and stood by the fireplace, arm

Ava's POV“A divorce?” I echoed, unsure if I heard him right. I stared at him, blinking slowly.Nathaniel nodded once, as if it physically hurt to repeat it.“That’s your solution?” I said, voice rising. “Walk away? Again?”He frowned. “Ava...”“No! Don’t ‘Ava’ me,” I snapped, tossing the blanket to the couch. “This is what you always do, Nathaniel. When things get tough, you retreat. When you’re overwhelmed, you shut down. And now...when you’re finally facing something real...you’re running.”He stepped forward, jaw clenched. “That’s not fair.”“Isn’t it?” I challenged. “You married me for your reputation, pretended for months, nearly got me killed with your stalker mess, and now that a child is involved, you want to ‘set me free’? Wow.”“I’m trying to protect you!” he shouted. “I don’t want you to keep getting dragged through my chaos.”“I’m already in it, Nathaniel! You don’t get to decide when I stop feeling things!”Silence hung between us, heavy and hot.His chest rose and fell