Todos os capítulos de His Rejected Wife: The Billionaire’s Regret: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 5

Orana’s Point of View“I want a divorce.”For a second, I thought I had misheard him. My fingers tightened around the edge of the table, nails digging into the marble countertop. I knew one day this day would come. I always dreaded it, but today it was happening.“What?”Across from me, he didn’t sit. He never did when it came to things that mattered or something he considered beneath him.Callahan stood with his shoulder straight, hands in the pockets of his suit pants in a way that made him feel untouchable—something I once found to be hot, something that I always craved.His expression was cold, as though he were discussing a business deal and not ruining four years of my life.“I won’t repeat myself,” he said flatly.My chest tightened painfully.A week ago, I had been in a hospital bed, bleeding, breaking, losing what I thought was our child.And now this.“You’re divorcing me?” My voice came out softer than I intended, fragile in a way I hated.His eyes flicked to me briefly, th

Orana’s Point of ViewI knew Callahan hated people who didn’t keep time, and he said I had to meet him exactly at ten, which means I have less than two hours to eat, shower, and head to the other side of town with this traffic.By the time I was getting to his office, it was just fifteen minutes before ten o’clock.“Did you hear? Marissa Pearce is the new CMO,” someone said as they went into the elevator.“Well, it’s easy to get such a position if you’re fucking the boss,” Another one commented, and my insides churned.“I know, right. I just feel for the wife in all of this.” The blonde with the short hair commented while I stood there, in the very back.“I don’t. I hear she is the one who went to his father to plead with him to force Callahan to marry her. She deserves it,” the one with the long blonde hair retorted, no sympathy in her voice.I almost laughed at what she was saying. Because that’s not true, but I don’t bother correcting her. I have other things to worry about.“Still

Orana’s Point of View“Mama, you’re staring at me again.”I blinked, dragged back into the present by a small, sweet voice.My daughter stood in the middle of the room with her tiny hands planted on her hips, already dressed, already impatient. Her curls framed her face in soft chaos, and her green eyes.The same eyes that looked like his watched me with far too much awareness for a five-year-old.“I am not staring,” I said, forcing a lightness into my tone as I reached for her hairbrush. “I’m admiring.”She narrowed her eyes at me, unconvinced with what I was saying.“You always admire when you’re thinking too much.”I huffed out a quiet laugh despite the way I was feeling. “Is that so?”“Yes.” She nodded with eagerness.I knelt in front of her, gently turning her around so I could fix her hair. My fingers moved, parting, smoothing, braiding into two long braids. motions I had perfected over the years. The morning sun filtered through the curtains, catching on the soft strands as I w