All Chapters of After Divorce, I Became The Ex-husband's True Love: Chapter 251 - Chapter 260

Bellatrix stared down at the message in disbelief, the glow of her phone screen reflecting in her wide eyes.Finalize the divorce procedure tomorrow.The word stared boldly back at her.Briefly, her lips parted slightly—as if she wanted to say something to the unexpected message—but no sound came out and for a long moment, she just sat there, staring at the phone as if, if she looked away, the message would fizzle away.But even when she blinked several times, the message still remained, but the earlier panic in her chest was quickly replaced by a wave of confusion that pressed down on her chest.Had Cillian finally come to his senses? She wondered.After everything—after the betrayals, the endless ache of disappointment, their rather twisted relationship—he was finally ready to let her go?Her fingers tightened around the phone, the plastic casing digging painfully into her palm.She had dreamt of this

Bellatrix's departure brought along with it the type of silence that spoke more than any words that could possibly have been said.Cillian stared at the floor, replaying her words in his mind while staring at the papers scattered before him.His cheek stung from the number of times said paper had smacked against them, but the ache in his chest quickly dulled the pain out and with that ache, once again came the brutal realization that, just like the previous times, Bellatrix was right.What right did he have to want a perfect family with her? With their son?He blinked once, swallowed thickly as if doing so would rid his throat of the bile stuck there, then met Rourke's gaze at last.His friend fixed him with an apologetic expression and clapped a hand on his shoulder. "It's not the end," he assured.Cillian looked back down at the paper and suppressed the urge to sigh.Oh, how he wished Rourke's words were true. But if there was one t

Bellatrix's brows knitted together more, the longer she stared at the name, trying to make heads of what she was seeing.Damien? How was that possible?Just as that question crossed her mind, Damien’s words replayed in the back of her mind.“Cillian isn't the only one that can save Charlie.”Right, he'd said something along those lines back at the orphanage.Now, Bellatrix wasn't wondering what exactly he meant, as the answer to that question was staring her dead in the eye, but rather, she was wondering how.And to make things more confusing, the chance of success was 92 percent. Wasn't that a little too high for someone who wasn't blood related to Charlie?Her eyes narrowed and the moment of relief she felt quickly dwindled away, especially when she recalled that he was the exact same person who'd manipulated Mary into spilling about Charlie's existence.Even when he promised.Anger simmered beneath her skin.“The donor’s Damien?” Avery asked, sounding just as surprised as she was.

The sound of Damien’s office door slamming behind Bellatrix filled the hallway as she stormed out of Ave.Getting into her car, she pulled out her phone and dialed Nathan's number.“Ms. Bellatrix,” the assistant greeted, cherry as always.“Nathan, I need you to look into Damien Walker and find out what relationship he truly has with Cillian.”She didn't want to do something like this, but if he was dragging her and Charlie into his mess, then he's left her with no choice.“Gather as much information as possible and have it sent to me before the end of the week,” she instructed.“Understood, Ma’am.”“As for my schedule today,” she paused for a second and sighed. “Cancel it. I won't be coming in.”“Of course.”She ended the call after that and started her journey home. Halfway through her phone rang again. One glance at it had h

“I’ll let you see your son, but only on one condition. If you agree to it, then I'll send you the location.”The moment those words rolled through the other end of the line, Cillian stood up abruptly, stunning the audience he currently had with him.The shareholders blinked in confusion and exchanged looks. But just as one of them parted their lips to speak, Cillian sent them a chilling glare.“I'm listening.” He held the phone closer to his ear, moving towards the floor to ceiling window in the room.The shareholders' eyes followed him, some of them stunned by the difference in his gaze and tone.On this side, he looked every bit like the ruthless business Lord he's known for. But the tone he just spoke into the phone with, resembled that of a man at his wife's mercy.Quickly, they shared another round of glance, all sharing the same thought.So it was true that the country’s richest man was a soft