All Chapters of The Billionaire’s Last Clause : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The articles keep coming. Someone leaked details about the prenup—not specific numbers, but enough to make it clear I walked away with nothing. The comments explode with opinions about whether I deserved a settlement, whether I was stupid or prideful or just got what was coming to me. My mother cal

“Thank you,” I whisper. “That means more than you know.” “Good.” He stands, then hesitates. “Can I ask you something? And you can tell me to go to hell if you want.” I nod, bracing myself. “Do you miss him?” The question shook me. I open my mouth to lie, to say something dignified and final abou

Amelia’s POVI stand outside my mother’s apartment building, staring at the chipped paint and trying to find courage I don’t have. Three weeks of cheerful texts and deflected calls. Three weeks of lying.The stairs to the third floor feel endless. The hallway smells like it always has—a cleaning sol

Amelia’s POVThe numbness cracks at eleven-forty-seven PM on a Tuesday.I’m sitting on my futon, staring at nothing, when I notice the mug on my makeshift nightstand. Navy blue ceramic with a gold rim. Daniel bought it for me on our first anniversary because I’d mentioned liking the one at a café we

Amelia’s POVI cut my hair on a Saturday morning, sitting in a cheap salon.“How much?” The stylist—Kara, according to her nametag—runs her fingers through my hair, assessing. It’s been growing for three years, down to the middle of my back because Daniel once mentioned he liked long hair on women.