All Chapters of MARRIED TO MY EX HUSBAND'S BOSS : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

(ALICE'S POV)I curled up on the sofa, laughing a bit too loudly at the comedy TV show I've been watching for close to two hours now. My eyes went up to the wall clock_ 11:20pm!I picked up my phone to call Edward again, but then I heard his car at the driveway.“I thought you'd sleep in your office,” I smiled at my joke as he walked in, expecting him to laugh as he always does. But his face held no emotion of such sort.“Is something wrong, honey?” I strode towards him in worry, loosening his tie.“Nothing is wrong. I'm just tired,” he said, slumping into the couch.“I'll get you a cup of water.”When I returned with a glass of water, Edward held a file in his hand.“We should talk Alice.”“About?” I sat close to him, curious about the file.He handed it to me, and the contents left me in my most confused state.“Let's get a divorce.” His voice came calm, shattering the silence between us.“Wha.. what do you mean?”“You heard me, Alice.”“Why are we getting divorced?” I inquired, ge

Light stung my eyes, making me flip them shut immediately I opened them. I turned, groaning. “Beth, please close the windows!”I did not get a response, not from Beth, not from the windows closing.My head spun, aching, telling me I made a mistake of thinking I couldn’t get drunk because I was heartbroken.“Beth is not here yet?” I muttered, struggling to get out of bed with my eyes closed.“Who is Beth?” A voice said from the far corner of the room.My eyes immediately clicked open, the faint scent of pistachio and mint hanging in the air. I turned swiftly to know who had that voice, because it wasn’t Edward’s, or the doctor, and definitely not anyone I know.And there he was, fresh out of shower in a bathe robe. His face was unfamiliar but he was hella handsome.My eyes lowered in curiosity and fear. “Who are you?” I grabbed the sheets, pulling it up to my chest.“I should be the one asking that.” His came softly and unbothered.Did I have a one night stand? No I couldn’t .But

(ALICE) I quietly cleared out my desk. Leaving like I never worked to be where I was. I handed my project design files over to the next person in charge. It felt like a movie. Maybe I’m in a dream, because my head still couldn’t wrap around the fact that the life I’ve built for years has totally crumbled in front of me. So much for trusting a man! Talking about man. I have to visit Edward. I waited till the office hours were over, to be sure he would be home. I knocked and Claire appeared yet again. “Where is Edward?” I was so getting sick of all this. “Darling. Alice is asking for you.” “I’d be down in a sec.” I heard Edward say from upstairs. I sat in the living room like a stranger, like this wasn’t my home. There had been changes, obviously to Claire’s taste. “Heard you’re looking for me,” he said, descending gracefully on the stairs like a king. And in that fleeting moment, I wanted to take it all from him. “Did you have to attack me in my workplace too?

(ALICE.) My eyes trailed up the double height ceilings. The glass, the furniture, the aesthetics. One word. Majestic. I quickly tore my eyes down, following Alex to the living room, my eyes doing a quick glance around the floor. I wanted my eyes to linger a bit, because who glances around a fucking penthouse! Not my fault. His “humble abode” was exquisite. He’s either from an old money family, or he’d be one of those tech guys that built a multi million dollar tech company at twenty four, or he’s straight out into illegal stuffs that rakes in money. And I’m talking drugs, or underground military weaponry distribution. “Relax. Feel at home.” Alex turned. “This is not my home,” I countered immediately. “Don’t be fierce Alice,” he laughed, “it can be your home if you want.” “Thanks for having me,” I dismissed whatever he was saying, grateful I had a place to spend the night. “Come on, let me show you your room.” I silently followed him up the staircase to the bedroom

(ALICE’S POV) “What was that?” I clicked my door shut, leaning on it for a sec. My hand flew to my face, rushing over to the mirror to see my red face. “I hope he didn’t see that!” “He’s pleading early as my husband? Seriously, did he have to whisper it? He totally caught me off guard.” I mumbled, plunging onto my bed. I laid on the bed staring at the ceiling. My life was like a movie, a big thriller about my messy life. Yes, anyone would feel lucky to marry a billionaire but… maybe I shouldn’t have accepted his proposal. This is all a prop and it can flop anytime. I can’t afford to be used again. The only thing I can do now is find a job and make money, then I can break free anytime. I pulled up the duvet, covering my face and drowning my thoughts. I woke up the next morning to an email. 'Dear Alice Sanders, We are delighted to inform you that you have been selected for the Interior Design Internship position at Mayfield Interiors, a subsidiary of the Mayfield G