All Chapters of Divorcing The Billionaire On Valentine's Day: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

ADELINE“When are you moving in?” It wasn’t the question itself, but the audacity behind it. Like I had no choice but to do as he asked when he requested it. Maybe the Adeline he got married to before would have, but he had another thing coming if he thought that was how it was going to be.“Soon.” I said simply and handed him the files. Instead of taking them, he let them hang in the air.“When is soon? Date? Time? I don’t want you disappearing on me again.” I shrugged and pushed the files forward. He eyed them like he suddenly didn’t want it. I rolled my eyes and tossed it to his side of the table.“Tomorrow.” I got up to leave, I’d gotten what I came for and there was no need to give him more time to insult me.“And why not today? It’s not even noon yet.” He was quick to push for answers. Typical. It was a little weird how he went from ignoring my very presence to noting the little things and pushing for answers.I thought about my answer for a long minute, a part of me wanted to j

ADELINEThe phone slipped from my grip but I could care less what happened to it. There was no coming back from this. There might have been a glimmer of hope if I was some famous celebrity who could flip over scandals with one press conference, but I wasn’t. I was Adeline, a mere gold digging commoner whose father had too much of a gambling addiction to be anything but a bum. Elena Archer’s exact words, not mine.Even being there, I almost believed what the story sold. I was a two timer, who chased after another man for his morning whilst still being married to the most sort after bachelor in town. The oversized shirt and free cargo pants, the way I leaned away, like I was trying to create space for the trays of junk food.Grayson had been right. I should have listened to him. There was no way to denial it or turn a blind eye. Aaron had been the one to start the stories about me. How Grayson knew was beyond me, but it all made sense. How the stories always kept trying to chip Aaron in

ADELINEI woke up in a bed too large to be Jay’s spare bed, but it wasn’t totally strange either. Weird as it sounded, it felt oddly familiar.Every bone in my body ached the moment I got off the bed. My eyes were still heavy with sleep, but I couldn’t sleep in, not when my phone vibrated beside me for the umpteenth time since I opened my eyes. I checked the caller ID and already dreaded calling back. Instead I shot him a text and trudged my way to the bedroom door and out.Missed your call. You good?The beep followed me the moment I shut the door behind me.Did you really go back to that house? I could taste the disbelief through the phone. Instead of responding, I made my way to the kitchen. There was no sign of Grayson anywhere. The previous day had been nothing if not weird. Grayson had actually managed to be a decent person for more than two minutes. It was probably just out of pity, but still.I grabbed the first storage container I met in the fridge and tossed it in the microw

ADELINEThe walls closed in on me. What was supposed to be my escape did the exact opposite. What was Jay thinking saying that? Not once has he even so much as hinted in the past that he entertained the thought. Was he just trying to get me to leave Grayson’s mansion? Would he really go as far as that just to get me to change my mind.I screamed into the pillow. I had cried so much all through the night, I barely had any tears left. Why was it that when I even thought about making a way out of the web I found myself in, something always managed to pull me back in.Sobbing hadn’t helped. Screaming didn’t help either. What was I supposed to do if he was actually serious? If he really harbored feelings for me? If they were strong enough to complicate things with us, make things awkward. I had so few people in my life as it was, I couldn’t be losing anymore. But the alternative wasn’t any better.I needed to do something else with my life, go to school, have a paying job that did not invo

ADELINEIt felt like shit. Tasted like sand and rusted metal mixed with hot water. I chugged down some more black coffee. I hated it. The look of it, the taste, there was nothing appealing about it. I chugged down the rest of it and poured myself a fresh serving.I’ve called Kris non stop all morning. She wasn’t picking up. I knew I was giving up a lot for the contract but losing my only friends wasn’t on that list. Jay’s name stared back at me, taunting me, mocking me, but my fingers never made it past hovering over the dial icon. What would I say? He basically poured out his heart, held it out for me when he confessed and what had I done? I grabbed it, smashed it against the pristine walls of Grayson’s mansion and went an extra step to stomp on it.I dropped the phone and took more sips of the mix of shit and water. I dialed Kris’s number again for at least the hundredth time that morning. I sighed a moment later. Straight to voicemail again. She was mad. She had every right to be.