All Chapters of I don’t want him back: Divorcing the Billionaire: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Veronica's POV. My phone beeped at the very moment father bounced off his chair.I squinted to the side, my attention to the screen for a second. I saw Four's name blinking, I gasped.“Father, I have to leave.” I stood up too, sliding beyond the table and chair, I slid out of place and straightened my spine when I could stand better.“Where— why— are you going?”“Away from you. I'm already going through so much, I can't bear to have more on my cup.”“Don't you dare move an inch, Veronica! Especially when I'm still talking to you.”Oh, but I didn't listen. I moved before he could complete his words, carried my purse and phone from the table I sat on. I stopped some feet away from him.“I'm sorry, father.” My voice was tiny, I hoped he would understand, how sincere I was when I asked that he forgive me. “I didn't mean for this to happen but I really need to go.”“You do?” his eyebrows tugged at each other. “Vee, you can't do this to us, you can't expect that your mother and I will have

Veronica's POV.The phone beeped twice when I walked into the room. I barely sat on my bed when I checked the notification.‘Father: I'm sorry if I scared you away, Vee but whatever happens, I don't want you staying with a stripper. Please come home.’I read the end of the text when another flashed above the bar. Mother sent hers too, ‘Your father told me what happened, when are you coming home?’I swiped her message to reply but my hand froze mid-type. I was frozen in the moment, with nothing in mind to say.Quickly, I clicked the phone lock and threw it over to the side of my bed I barely rolled to.I settled into the room with a tired sigh. My coat slid off me gently, I took the dress I had on me next and then my shoes.Next was a good shower. I touched the shower head, turning it to just the right temperature. I stepped into the shower feeling drained, exhausted and with my shoulder slant, but when the water touched my skin, I felt alive again.Rejuvenated.“Oh my goodness!” I g

Veronica's POV.“Four?” Silence echoed through the hallway first, a shadow danced through the walls faintly, fear ran down my spine, I froze.“Four… is that you?” The words trembled from my lips.“Yes.” His answer came a little later. His Shadow shifted, walking in my direction. Footsteps echoed loudly until finally, his face came under the light.Four. He looked rough with his hair scattered in loose curls dangling right in front of his eyes.He wore nothing but some pants and socks, his rock-solid abs greeted me too, glittering with sweat. “I thought you were asleep.”“I heard footsteps,” I spoke when I finally managed to tear my eyes off his abs and look at his eyes. “You're up too?*“Yeah. I needed water so I grabbed one.”Water… I wondered if that was all he needed.“Where's your friend? Claude or Claud?"“Claude.” He corrected me. “He's in the living room, no need to worry much about him, he'll be out of here soon.”“Why the hurry?”“Nothing. He's just passing by.”“You and hi

Four's POV. I left the house without saying goodbye.The night air hit my face as soon as I stepped outside, sharp and grounding.I welcomed it.It helped drown out the tension still clinging to my skin, the echo of Veronica's question, the way Claude had gone quiet too fast.Too careless.I got into the car and shut the door, the sound final. Only then did I allow myself to breathe properly.I pulled my phone from my pocket and dialled Claude’s number.He answered on the second ring.“So.” He said lightly, like we hadn't just stood on the opposite side of a line he almost crossed. “You left in a hurry ““What were you about to tell her?$ I asked, skipping pleasantries.There was a pause.Then a chuckle. “Relax. I didn't say anything.”“You were about to,” I replied coldly.“Maybe but you know I wouldn't cross the line.” Claude sighed. “You are wound up a little too tight, Four.”“What?” I asked, “Were you about to tell her?”Another pause. Longer this time.“Nothing she shouldn't al

Veronica’s POV. The darndest things happen when you aren't thinking of them.Such as….Well, let me explain.I was seated and folding laundry and my phone beeped from across the bed.I almost didn't hear it at first– the sound of the washing machine humming filled the room, the large afternoon sun poured in through the small kitchen window I was near, warming the entire house, causing me to sweat and short of breath.I sensed the vibration from the first ring and glanced in the direction of my room.“Someone’s calling,” I whispered underneath my breath as I jogged to the room. When I glanced at the screen, my breath left me all at once.“Jason?”For a second, my body reacted before my mind could catch up. My finger went numb. My chest tightened the way it used to when I heard his keys in the door after a long day at work.My feelings came crashing all at once. Everything settled in at once.Jason had not called in weeks and now…He deliberately waited after the divorce papers were f