All Chapters of Divorcing The Billionaire On Valentine's Day: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

JASPARA gather of musk had settled over the garage, thick and unrelenting from days without ventilation. The windows shut tight just the way they should be.Clanks and bangs filled the space above from the weldering taking place in the blacksmith’s back shop upstairs, but that wasn’t loud enough to distract my thoughts from the one that mattered the most.Her smile was wide, bright and if I didn’t know any better, I would say genuine. But I did. I wasn’t there, I wasn’t by her side, there was no way she could be happy, not without me. She liked to lie to herself that she was every now and then, but I knew more about her than she did about herself.She might have the biggest, brightest smile on, but she could never be happy without me, our souls were one and would always be one no matter where she went or how far she decided to go, we would always find each other and even when she didn’t ask, I would always find her. She was mine and will always be mine.Like a bubbling cauldron, ange

ADELINEKris. Kris would be able to help. She always knew so much about so much anyways, this would probably be a walk in the park for her. I halted at the door, his scent wafted through the crack in the door straight to my nose. The strong woody mix and my hormones were the absolute worst combination for my sanity.I lingered by the door, caught between entering his room, just because, or going ahead to actually speed things up by finding out more about Scarlett and her life before coming back here under the guise of missing her son, the same son she couldn’t wait to toss to Grayson when she up and left years ago, not months, years! Yeah, I didn’t believe shit that came out of her mouth, that was for sure.Maybe I’d just tell him where I was headed. What with what happened last time Scarlett was involved, communication might actually do some good. Grayson was obviously not used to it, so someone had to start things up.“Hey” I poked my head through the door, did more of a quick scan

ADELINE“Who do you think you are, bitch?!” We’d barely made it more than three steps from Grayson’s room before her mask fell right off like a stack of poorly arranged cards. She shoved me to the wall before I could think of reacting any other way. My back crashed against the hard surface with a worrying crunch. Pain shot from my right shoulder and spread like a virus down the length of my arm.It’s always when you decide to change your spots that the universe decides to test you. Breathing was a chore, patience was impossible. I forced what little air agreed peace was the route to go, and the next time I faced her, the annoyance on her face ease some, shock coated her face for a second before she shoved it out barely a second later.“I’m Adeline.” The words were like metal on metal, unbearable to my ears, but the last thing I wanted was to start a war with Scarlett, especially with how she crazed out last time. I happen to like my face very much.I pushed off the wall, ignoring the

GRAYSON"You're such a goner!" Damian didn't hold back, laughed his ass off like the idiot he was at my expense."It's not even funny. I was having the best time of my life and boom, Scarlett had to ruin in and for what? Icecream for Johnny." I scoffed. Scarlett needed to leave that house and fast, she'd overstepped. She never listens, assumes everyone should bow at her feet like the queen she claimed to be, even when she had absolutely nothing to offer."Well, you have to admit, it's a little funny." His shoulders shook with laughter, at my expense."Fuck off." I eased into the plush couches in his living room. Soccer highlights played in the background but I couldn't focus on that. With both legs over the arm of the couch and spread comfortably on its soft offering, I twirled the glass of white wine. The liquid swirled from side to side in an almost turbulent fashion, exactly how my life had become, but not for long.My private investigator had texted me saying he had something for

GRAYSONThe divorce, her marriage to the actor, all of that meant nothing now. It wouldn't matter in the end if I was even remotely right about why she was having so many beauty appointments with Jaspar.I dialed Adeline's number again, I'd lost count the number of times I'd called by now, but I couldn't bring myself to stop. It was unlike her not to be with her phone. She wasn't the most social person or one for the media, but she did enjoy texting and calls and just being reachable in general.For the umpteenth time, the line dropped after five rings. My gut twisted over itself. I tried to convince myself that I was overreacting, that she was fine and probably just busy today, but the nagging feeling in my gut refused to believe it, couldn't even stomach it because ignoring now only to find out I could have done something about it was worse.My fingers wound tight at the thought of losing her and for what, a mere show of my power?"Fuck!" I tossed the device on the passenger seat. F