All Chapters of I don’t want him back: Divorcing the Billionaire: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Veronica's POV The first article went live before noon.I knew because my phone vibrated once and then twice until it wouldn't stop.I ignored it at first, choosing instead to focus on the fabric samples I had ordered, spread across my desk.I picked ivory silk, muted blush satin, a deep emerald chiffon that caught light beautifully and a host of others.I told myself what mattered was that people knew I started rather than that I procrastinated.Those people, however, did not include the general public but this was my life now, anything to survive.I ran advertisements without any headlines linked to me, no names I used could be recognisable, I wanted to be unrecognisable, shed off Jason and his name like an old skin.But that was never reality. The buzzing continued until finally, I turned to the phone, exhaled and faced it down.Outside my office, the building hummed with activity. Staff moved briskly, voices low but tense.I could feel it in the air– that shifts people hot when s

Four's POV. She said she didn't want my help but that was her front. Her defence for falling for me.Lies.When she looked me straight in the eyes and said it, she was calm, polite and composed. Nothing like the other women when they realised I had no interest in them.No way.Veronica was better, far better at holding herself together than the others in my past.“I'll be fine, Four.” She whispered. “, I just need you to let me be my own saviour.”I nodded when I was in her presence, her words slowly haunting me the entire day after that., because I knew her well enough to under what she meant.‘I don't want to burden you. ‘‘I don't want to look weak.’‘I don't want to admit I'm scared.’She said so many other things but her body refused everything she said. The way her shoulders tensed whenever someone moved too fast.The way her hand drifted unconsciously to her stomach when she thought no one was watching. The way her eyes kept flickering towards the window, doors, and reflection

Veronica’s POV. I moved faster than the press could. The lawyer got in. The one my father got for me.Father was good for times like this, not just giving me loans. Father assured me of success, the very thing my father's legal team assured me of when I sat in the glass-walled condenser room two hours later, my hands wrapped around a mug of tea I hadn't touched.“Looking at this statement right now, there's just one thing I can say and that is that, this constitutes harassment and unlawful trespass.” one of them said calmly, sliding a document toward me. “Mr Harper entered your private place of business without authorisation and that is not acceptable. Plus, given your present condition and prior history, we can file for a restraining order effectively immediately.”I stared at the papers without really seeing them.Restraining order. Even hearing the phrase made my stomach twist.“Will it stop him? He looked very determined.”The older lawyer adjusted his glasses. ‘“Legally, it will

Jason's POV The house felt wrong the moment I stepped inside. Too bright, a little too quiet. Every light in the living room was on– at past midnight? That had to mean something was terribly wrong.I stepped inside the room, shutting the door behind me, already irritated, already exhausted and already knowing Rhea had something to do with this.Rhea was already seated on the couch when I entered, her head crossed at her ankle. Her eyes were sharp and drained of sleep.When I met her gaze, I caught the flicker of anger on her forehead. I loosened my tie and exhaled through my mouth. “It's past midnight. Why are you still awake?”She stood. Gradually, more deliberate but nothing like a pregnant woman would.“I was waiting for you.”That alone made my jaw tighten. I dropped my keys on the console table harder than necessary. “That wasn't necessary.”“Yes. It was.” Her voice shook, her eyes burned. “You were with your lawyers.* I froze for half a second.Then I turned to face her fully.

Rhea’s POV.The door stayed closed. That was the first thing that broke me.Not his words, not the way he'd looked at me like I was nothing more than a stain he couldn't scrub off.Not even the punch to the wall that still echoed in my ears every time I blinked.It was the door.Jason always opened doors for me. Once.Now he wouldn't even acknowledge my existence. I stood there for a long time, my knuckles hovering inches from the wood, my chest rising and falling too fast. My throat burned from screaming, my eyes swollen and aching, but the door remained silent.Solid and final.I hated him now. No– worse.I hated myself for being this foolish.I slid down the door slowly until I was sitting on the cold floor, my back pressed against the same barrier that separated me from the man I had ruined my life for.My head fell into my hands, and the sob that escaped me was ugly, raw and humiliating.How did I become this?I used to be Veronica’s shadow. Her laughter, her secrets. Her late–ni