All Chapters of I don’t want him back: Divorcing the Billionaire: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Veronica’s POV..The call came at 11:46 pm. I was just rinsing a wine glass I hadn't drunk from when it rang.I almost ignored it because unknown numbers had become background noise in my life. A lot of stylists, investors, and reporters with their opinions.But something about the timing made me hesitate.Four had left less than an hour ago, saying he needed air. The apartment has felt too quiet since.I answered. “Hello?”A woman's voice responded. Smooth and composed not the frantic tone I would have expected someone from an emergency unit to have.“Hi. I'm so sorry to call this late, I found your number in his phone.”My fingers tightened slightly around the glass. “Whose phone are you talking about?*There was a pause and then, “I think his name is four. That's what he signed up for. He saved you as Vee.”My heart didn't stop. It didn't face either, it just shifted.“If this is some kind of prank call, it isn't funny,” I said, though my voice stayed steady.“It's not a joke.” She

Veronica’s POV.I found out about the second lawsuit the same way I found out about the first.Through a spectacle.Jason did not believe in private warfare. He believed in stages, in witnesses and in humiliation performed under bright lights.That morning, I was in the middle of reviewing production samples with my team, debating the durability of a particular silk blend, when the energy in the building shifted.It began as a ripple of noise from the street below, an unusual swelling of voices that did not belong to traffic or construction.Then it grew louder. There was shouting, and I heard my name soon enough, carried upward in distorted fragments.A moment later, as usual, my assistant rushed into my office like she had been doing for a while now, breathless and pale.“There are reporters outside.” She said, “And Jason.”For a brief second, I simply stood there, feeling the familiar tightening in my chest. I had known he would escalate this. I just hadn't expected him to do so qu

Veronica’s POV The apartment felt different after he left.Not emptier. Just a little sharper, that's all.Maybe like when the air had edges now.I stood in the middle of the living room for a long time after the door closed behind him. I could still hear the faint echo of that decisive click. He always closed doors like that. Afterwards, I sank slowly onto the couch.Arrangement.The word replayed in my mind.Arrangement works because it’s practical.I pressed my palm against my stomach without thinking. The gesture was instinctive, grounding. The baby shifted faintly or maybe I imagined it.Emotionally volatile.Not attractive enough.I inhaled slowly, counting to five. I refused to cry again. The tears earlier had been involuntary, humiliating in their own way. I was not someone who unravelled because of a man’s miscalculated sentence.Except it hadn’t been miscalculated.That was the problem.Four rarely miscalculated.Which meant he had meant to say it.He had chosen those word

Veronica’s POV.The cafe smelled of roasted coffee and beans and freshly baked croissants. A very heavy contrast to the last forty eight hours we had used to roam the streets of the city appearing in public places and shooting a couple of contents.The city’s mid-morning sun filtered through the large glass windows, catching in the rims of sunglasses and making the room look surprisingly calm.Four stood across the table from me, in the corner with their every perfect posture. I saw a faint crease of disapproval on his face.His brows curved every one in a while, disgust etched on it, we sat there for minutes and he hadn't ordered yet.Hadn't touched the menu. He barely acknowledged the waitress, his hand rested flat on the table, fingers extended a little as if touching anger was beneath him.I exhaled slowly. This was going to be fun m“Are you going to at least pretend to look human before the cameras arrive?” I asked, letting a faint smirk play at my lips.He didn't look at me. “

Veronica’s POV.Another day, another event. I thought of turning this into a serious.On today's episode of Veronica and four in her fake love era.I chuckled as I thought of those words while I stared at the blank document of my journal on my phone.I lifted my face. The evening air was sharp and crisp, brushing against my skin as Four and I stepped into the gala courtyard after we lowered from the limo.The city lights glimmered across the marble tiles, reflecting off the fountain at the centre of the plaza. Again, for the fourth time this week, cameras flashed in our faces as we walked forward.A new set of reporters scrambled to catch the slightest gesture, the tiniest whisper that could make a headline.“Remember,” Amara murmured under her breath as she adjusted a strand of my hair, “smile, laugh naturally, let him take the lead just a little. Not too much. People need to see a connection.”I nodded, though my heart thumped in a way Amara’s coaching couldn’t calm. This was the se