All Chapters of Married to the Billionaire to Divorce Him: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

"Then let's go in." Nathaniel took the lead and went inside.I stood at the threshold of the VIP suite, hesitant, unsure whether I was stepping into a honeymoon or a hostage situation. I peeped inside, seeing Nathaniel tossing his blazer onto a chair like he owned the entire hotel. Maybe he did. Who knew with him and the Hargraves."You gonna stand there all night or... you planning to sleep in the hallway?" he asked, loosening his tie without looking at me.I stepped in slowly, my eyes scanning the luxurious suite. It was stunning. Nothing below my expectations. It was the kind of room that screamed romance with the roses on the bed and all over the floor. Unfortunately, steamy romance was the one thing missing from our arrangement.I stood silently and watched as Nathaniel disappeared into the bathroom without another word. All I could think of was the fact that Nathaniel kept behaving as if he hadn't disappeared for a month. As if he hadn't just casually returned to my life with a

Ava’s POVThe week after the interview felt like a slow-motion car crash. Not because Nathaniel and I were fighting, we were way past fighting. We were in full Cold War mode.Jessica handled PR related issues while forcing us to post lovey-dovey pictures and videos. Nathaniel buried himself in meetings, calls, Hargrave press statements. I spent the week touring the hotel for pictures and videos, editing content, posting curated photos of myself looking stunningly beautiful, rich, and doing daily Lives that somehow pushed my following to almost 15 million on youtube.I was really the most-followed woman in the country. I started receiving a lot of offers from companies and events, but I decided to leave those in the background when he walked past shirtless. I didn't mind sharing.(You’re welcome, ladies.)But even with the social media glow-up, we hadn’t talked. Not about the interview. Not about James. Not about

Nathaniel’s POVBy the time the article headlines started trending, I already knew my mother would call. But shockingly it was my Father, first thing in the morning. He didn’t waste time with greetings."This is a PR mess," He said, with annoyance in his tone. "James Hayes being manhandled by you, videos of Ava alone in the gym, emotional headlines? You guys were alone for just few hours and already causing more trouble.""It wasn't our fault. It just happened unexpectedly.""I don't care about that. Just fix it. We need damage control immediately."I looked at Ava, and could see her drop her spoon; her expression showing anxiety, guilt, and oddly, something softer like she felt bad that I was caught up in her mess."I’ve already blacklisted James Hayes," I replied. "He won’t get a foot into any business remotely associated with Hargrave.""You did what without consulting me?" Jessica screamed in the background

Ava’s POVThe week after the interview felt like a slow-motion car crash. Not because Nathaniel and I were fighting, we were way past fighting. We were in full Cold War mode.Jessica handled PR related issues while forcing us to post lovey-dovey pictures and videos. Nathaniel buried himself in meetings, calls, Hargrave press statements. I spent the week touring the hotel for pictures and videos, editing content, posting curated photos of myself looking stunningly beautiful, rich, and doing daily Lives that somehow pushed my following to almost 15 million on youtube.I was really the most-followed woman in the country. I started receiving a lot of offers from companies and events, but I decided to leave those in the background when he walked past shirtless. I didn't mind sharing.(You’re welcome, ladies.)But even with the social media glow-up, we hadn’t talked. Not about the interview. Not about James. Not about

We got back to the villa, and I tucked the pouch into the little bag next to the bed, still thinking about the old woman’s words.Later that night, after some content editing, dinner and the usual silence, Sarah’s “special drink” sat on the bedside table with two glasses. A strange, honey-sweet scent rose from the bottle like it was blooming in slow motion.I stared at it. “Why did you bring this out?”“It was lying around,” he shrugged. “And it looks good.”“Do you remember what Sarah said?”“Who?”“Sarah. About the drink.”He picked up the bottle and sniffed it. “Nope.”“Oh! She said we should take it before sleeping. Together.”“What? Why? Is it alcohol?”“I don’t think so… maybe it’s wine?”“I doubt that,” he said, turning th