Lahat ng Kabanata ng After Divorce; My Billionaire Ex-Husband wants me Back: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Hailey's POVWho was visiting us this late at night?‎I swiftly rushed to the bathroom and washed off the dried tears on my face—wiping off the sleep from my face at the same time.‎I put on my sleeping pyjamas, then plastered a smile to go downstairs, it could be Dylan Grandfather, he never had a specific time for visiting and he wouldn't be very happy if he noticed I was sad in any way. He adored me so much that even I wondered why sometimes.‎But when I got downstairs, Dylan was already downstairs, with the supposed visitor hugging him so tight.‎The smile I had on earlier was immediately replaced with terror on my face.‎"Hailey.." Lexa bellowed, coming to hug me.‎I allowed her and she pressed me as she wished, almost breaking my bones. I could feel her malicious grip, she hated me so much, she always had—right from childhood.‎"You don't even smile, don't tell me you're not happy to see your sister," Lexa said, still holding me to herself.‎Finally, she let go. "I'm so sorry for

Hailey’s POV‎I looked at him and his cheque and continued pushing my box.‎"You have absolutely nothing to your name. Outside is very harsh, you wouldn't find it easy Hailey, just take this," he muttered, I collected the cheque, tore it into pieces, and threw them away.‎I would leave without his penny and I'd do well, I didn't need his pity.‎He should have the most merriest life with his mistress.Lexa rushed down to where we were, clinging to his arms. Of course, that was what she knew how to do best—clinging to somebody else's husband.My eyes went between the two in disgust and I dragged my box through the entrance.I felt Dylan still wanted to insist on taking his cheque, which he thought I wouldn't be able to see daylight without, and I shut the door behind me immediately.I was welcomed with a fresh breeze as I got outside, clearing my head a bit—it felt like I was released from a chain that I couldn't have loosened myself.Walking along the street of the estate, my eyes dart

Hailey’s POVThe moment the plane lifted off the runway, my fingers curled tightly into the armrest.I didn’t look back. I couldn’t. If I did, I was certain something inside me would crack completely and I would beg the pilot to turn around, even though there was nothing waiting for me back there except betrayal and humiliation.My chest felt tight, as though my heart had been wrapped in invisible chains that refused to loosen. California was shrinking beneath us, the city lights blurring into nothing more than distant stars, and with every second that passed, the reality finally settled in.I was leaving my marriage behind.Leaving my husband behind.Leaving the life I had endured for three years behind.I swallowed hard and pressed my palm gently against my stomach. My baby was still there. Alive. Breathing. Holding on despite everything that had been done to us. Tears pooled in my eyes before I could stop them.“You’re safe,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “I promise you… you’re

Hailey’s POVThe name Moore clung to me like a shadow long after I left the institute.I felt it with every step I took on the sidewalk, with every breath I drew in the cold New York air. It wrapped around my chest, squeezing, reminding me that no matter how far I ran, some things had a way of circling back.Grant walked beside me in silence. He did not try to explain himself. He did not apologize. Somehow, that restraint unsettled me more than words would have. I had spent three years married to a man who spoke plenty but never said what mattered. Silence had become something I both feared and understood too well.When we got back to his aunt’s house, the warmth inside felt almost unreal. Aunt Rosa was in the kitchen humming softly as she stirred a pot on the stove. The smell of spices and cooked vegetables filled the air, making my stomach twist with a strange mix of hunger and nausea.“You’re home,” she said cheerfully, turning around. “Sit, Hailey. Dinner will be ready soon.”I no

Hailey’s POVI stared at the photograph until my vision blurred, my fingers numb around the phone. The clinic sign behind me was unmistakable. The angle was too close, too deliberate, as though the person who took it had been standing just a few steps away. My chest tightened painfully as one terrifying truth settled deep inside me. Dylan was no longer a memory haunting my thoughts. He was here. He was watching.I locked the phone and pressed it against my chest, forcing myself to breathe slowly. In and out. My heart thudded violently, each beat echoing in my ears. The babies stirred faintly inside me, a gentle reminder of what truly mattered now. Guilt washed over me instantly. I had promised myself nothing from my past would ever touch them. I had failed.When Grant knocked lightly and stepped into my room, I was still standing in the same spot. One look at my face and his expression changed. He crossed the room quickly, concern sharpening his features.“What happened” he asked quie