All Chapters of Divorced by the Billionaire Who still owns me : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

100 Chapters

DIVORCE PAPERS DON’T COME WITH WARNINGS

Elara’s Pov;The email came in while I was standing in the kitchen, barefoot, holding a mug of coffee I never got to drink.I noticed it because my phone vibrated twice instead of once. Adrian’s assistant usually sent messages that way. Short. Direct. Easy to ignore. But this time, it wasn’t his assistant.It was his lawyer.That alone made my stomach tighten.I stood there staring at the sender’s name, waiting for my brain to catch up. Lawyers didn’t email unless something had already gone wrong. Adrian didn’t involve lawyers unless he’d already made a decision. He liked things clean. Quiet. Controlled.I opened the email.There was no greeting.No explanation.Just an attachment.DIVORCE AGREEMENT.I blinked once, then again, like the word might change if I looked away long enough. My fingers hovered over the screen before I tapped the file open. The document loaded slowly, each second stretching thin.Legal language filled the screen. Asset division. Confidentiality clauses. Timel

WHAT THE DOCTOR SAID DIDN’T MATCH MY LIFE

Elara’s Pov;I didn’t call the hospital back right away.That wasn’t courage. It wasn’t denial either. It was more like my brain refusing to take on one more thing at the same time. Divorce papers. Adrian’s face. The way he said complications was like I was a spreadsheet problem. My body still felt wrong, unsettled, like it had been for days.I started the car and drove without checking where I was going.Traffic moved slowly. A bus cut in front of me. Someone honked. None of it registered properly. I kept replaying the voicemail in my head, the calm voice, the way she said test results like it was routine. Hospitals always sounded calm. That was their job. They didn’t scream even when lives were changing.My phone buzzed again.Adrian.I glanced at the screen, then dropped the phone into the cup holder, as it might burn me.Of course, he was calling now.He hadn’t called when the lawyers sent the papers. He hadn’t called after I walked out of his office. But now that I wasn’t answe

THE DAY I STOPPED BEING HIS WIFE

Elara’s Pov;Signing the divorce papers didn’t hurt the way I expected it to.I thought it would feel final. Like a door slamming shut. Like grief crashing down all at once. Instead, it felt quiet. Too quiet. Like something had gone numb inside me and hadn’t figured out how to scream yet.I sat on the edge of the bed with the papers spread out in front of me, my signature still fresh, black ink sinking into white space. My name looked strange without his last name attached to it. Smaller. Lighter. Like it could be erased if someone rubbed hard enough.I stared at it for a long time.That’s it, I thought. That’s how a marriage ends.Not with shouting. Not with cheating. Not with dramatic exits.With a pen.My phone buzzed again.Adrian.I didn’t open it. I didn’t want to see what kind of tone he was using now. Controlled? Annoyed? Relieved? The thought made my stomach turn.I folded the papers carefully and slid them into the envelope like they were something fragile. Then I stood up

THE YEARS HE DIDN’T SEE

Elara’s Pov;Leaving New York was easier than staying.That surprised me.I thought I would hesitate at the city limits, that I would feel something dramatic when the skyline disappeared in my rearview mirror. But nothing like that happened. I just kept driving, hands steady on the wheel, my phone switched off, my bag on the passenger seat.I didn’t tell anyone where I was going.I told myself that was temporary. Just until things settled. Just until I figured out what came next. But deep down, I knew I wasn’t planning to come back anytime soon.I rented a small apartment two states away. It wasn’t much. One bedroom, thin walls, uneven floors. But it was clean, and it was quiet, and no one knew who I was there. That mattered more than comfort.The first few weeks were chaotic.Paperwork. Doctor appointments. New numbers. New routines. I spent hours sitting in waiting rooms, filling out forms, and explaining my history without saying too much. I learned how to answer questions witho

THE MAN I THOUGHT I’D LEFT BEHIND

Elara’s Pov;New York smelled the same.That was the first thing that hit me when I stepped out of the car. Cold air, metal, something sharp underneath it all. Like the city never forgot anything. It stored memories in the cracks of sidewalks and waited for you to come back so it could throw them at your face.I stood there for a second too long, my bag heavy on my shoulder, my chest tight like I’d already done something wrong just by breathing the air here again.You’re here for work, I reminded myself. Just work.I said it like a rule. Like rules had ever worked in my life.The building loomed ahead of me, all glass and arrogance, reflecting the sky as it owned it. Blackwood Enterprises. His kingdom. The place that had slowly taken pieces of him until there was nothing left for us.I walked in with my head up.That was important. I couldn’t look like I was afraid. Even if I was.Security checked my ID, then paused. Just a fraction too long. I felt it. That hesitation. The recognitio

HE PRETENDED NOT TO KNOW ME

Elara’s Pov Walking back into New York felt different this time. I didn’t feel small. I didn’t feel lost. What I felt was alert. Like every part of me was switched on, watching for danger. I checked my phone before stepping out of the car, more out of habit than fear. No missed calls. No messages. Good. The building was taller than I remembered. Or maybe I was just more aware of it now. Blackwood Enterprises still looked like the same glass, steel, and money stacked into a shape that said power without needing to explain itself. I paused at the entrance. This was the point where I could still turn around. I didn’t. Security asked for my name. I gave it calmly, using my maiden name. He checked his tablet, nodded, and waved me through without a second look. That stung more than it should have. The elevator ride was quiet. Two men in suits stood beside me, talking about numbers I didn’t care about. I focused on breathing normally. On keeping my shoulders relaxed. On not thinki

The Questions He Didn’t Ask Out Loud

Elara’s Pov The call from Blackwood Legal sat in my chest all night. I didn’t answer again. I didn’t reply to the follow-up email either. If they wanted something, they could wait until I decided how much access they deserved. The next morning, I arrived early. Earlier than everyone else. I wanted control over at least one thing. The conference room was empty, lights off, blinds half-open. I set my folder down, connected my laptop, and reviewed my notes. Same process I’d used for years. Calm. Efficient. Predictable. That predictability didn’t last. Adrian walked in ten minutes before the meeting, alone. No board members. No assistants. That alone told me this wasn’t about work. “Morning,” he said. “Good morning,” I replied, not looking up. He took the seat across from me instead of his usual place at the head of the table. Another deliberate move. “I spoke to Legal,” he said. “So did they,” I answered. “They called me.” “You didn’t respond.” “I don’t respond to pressure.”

The Thing He Started Digging For

Elara’s Pov The verification request didn’t disappear just because I ignored it. By morning, there were three more emails. Different wording. Same demand. Each one was polite enough to pretend this was routine, firm enough to make it clear it wasn’t optional. I went to the office anyway. If I started reacting, Adrian would know he was close. I wasn’t giving him that. The lobby was louder than usual. Phones ringing. People move quickly. I passed security and took the elevator up without looking at my reflection this time. I already knew that I’d see someone calm on the surface, calculating underneath. The meeting room was full when I arrived. Adrian wasn’t there yet. Legal. That was new. They had spread documents across the table as if this were already a negotiation. I took my seat without acknowledging them and opened my laptop. “Ms. Hayes,” one of them said, “thank you for coming.” “I was scheduled for a strategy review,” I replied. “Not this.” “This won’t take long,” he

HE STOPPED ASKING PERMISSION

Elara’s Pov By the time I realized Adrian had stopped playing by the rules, it was already too late to pretend this was just professional tension. The shift wasn’t loud. It never was with him. It showed up in small things. Access changes. Calendar reshuffles. Doors that used to open without question suddenly require approval. I noticed it the morning my building access badge failed. I stood there for a second too long, swiping again before the guard cleared his throat and asked me to wait. He checked something on his tablet, frowned, then waved me through without meeting my eyes. “Glitch,” he said. It wasn’t. Inside, my inbox was quiet. Too quiet. Messages I expected weren’t there. Files I needed had been moved. Not deleted. Just relocated. That was Adrian’s style. Control without fingerprints. I didn’t react. I pulled the information I needed from backups and went on with my work. If I let him see panic, he’d escalate. If I stayed calm, he’d get impatient. Impatience was hi

He Tried To Corner Me

Elara’s Pov The corner didn’t come the way I expected. I thought it would be loud. A formal notice. A suspension. Lawyers at my door. Adrian preferred clean victories, and this felt messy already. Instead, it came as an invitation. Private dinner. Off-site. No assistants. No Legal. Just his name at the bottom of the message and a time I hadn’t agreed to. I didn’t reply. An hour later, my calendar updated on its own. The meeting appeared anyway. That was the tell. He wasn’t asking anymore. I spent the rest of the day working like nothing was wrong. I delivered what I owed, documented everything, and forwarded copies to my attorney. If he tried something tonight, I wanted witnesses in the paperwork, even if there were none in the room. At six, I left the building. The restaurant was quiet. Expensive without advertising it. Adrian had chosen it because no one would recognize us. He was already seated when I arrived, jacket off, sleeves rolled, like he was trying to look human.

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