All Chapters of The Billionaire Behind My Divorce: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

ALICIAAlicia folded another one of Tobey’s small shirts carefully before placing it into the travel bag resting open across the bed, her movements slow and deliberate despite the storm of thoughts pressing endlessly against her mind.The room remained painfully quiet tonight.Not peaceful.Just heavy in the way silence became heavy after too many years spent swallowing words that no longer mattered.Iris’ voice still echoed unpleasantly through her head, no matter how hard she tried to focus elsewhere.Levi loves me. He’s always loved me.And that was true, wasn’t it?She had to admit to herself that she had known the truth long before Iris ever said it aloud.Levi had never loved her.And when she forced herself to look back honestly across the years of their marriage, she could not even blame him entirely for it anymore. Their union had never been built from anything like that to begin with.Still, Alicia had tried.Heaven knew she had tried, in the beginning especially.There had

THEODORETheodore hated these events.He hated the polished smiles that never reached anyone’s eyes, the rehearsed laughter that floated too loudly, the endless parade of wealthy strangers pretending greed was sophistication.And perhaps most of all, he hated how easily people confused proximity with importance.A man attended enough galas, and suddenly the world believed they knew him.Theodore had spent years ensuring the opposite.As CEO of Novaris Holdings, his absence had become almost as famous as the company itself. Invitations arrived in carefully embossed envelopes only to receive equally polite refusals. Eventually, people stopped expecting him altogether and began settling for representatives instead.Which was precisely why tonight mattered.Theodore stood before the floor-length mirror in his dressing room while the city lights spilled softly through the glass walls behind him. The tuxedo Owen had arranged fit perfectly, dark fabric tailored sharply against his broad fram

ALICIAThe Rutherford estate had always felt too large for the people living inside it.The ceilings stretched unnecessarily high, the hallways echoed even when empty, and every room carried the cold, polished perfection of a place designed to impress visitors rather than comfort the people trapped within it. Alicia used to think wealth would feel warm from the inside. Instead, it felt like marble beneath bare feet in winter - beautiful, expensive, and unbearably cold.She stood at the entrance of the study, trying to steady her breathing before stepping fully inside.Every pair of eyes lifted toward her.The room smelled faintly of aged whiskey, leather, and old money.Her father sat nearest the fireplace, one ankle crossed over the other with the same calm superiority he carried into every room. Beside him sat her mother, elegant as always in cream silk and diamonds, her expression already sharpened with irritation simply from having to wait.Willow lounged against the arm of one ch

ALICIASeven days for seven years.That was how Alicia chose to think about it on the first morning she woke by the lake.She’d rented the lake house for just seven days, within which she would think of a more permanent residence fr her and Tobey - perhaps somewhere far away from this region, where she could truly start over. Seven fragile, borrowed days where nobody shouted her name through closed doors, where no one watched her with contempt disguised as concern, where silence did not feel like the warning sign before cruelty.The lakeside rental sat at the edge of a quiet stretch of land beyond the city, hidden behind rows of pine and narrow gravel roads barely touched by traffic. It was not luxurious, though after the Rutherford estate, almost anything would have seemed humble in comparison.The house was small and painted white, with dark wooden railings wrapping around the porch and large windows overlooking the water. At night, the lake reflected the moonlight like black glass

LEVIHis hair fell in solitary clumps over his head. He flung his jacket across the office immediately after he stepped in, not caring where it landed. But he stopped to check anyway, because the material was as expensive as diamonds.Still, he shook his head and moved behind his desk. He sat, turned in his seat, then stood again, unable to keep still.It had been six whole days since he saw her. Six days of her absolute absence and silence threatened to undo him piece by piece.He didn’t get it. He barely noticed her presence when she was around. She was like furniture, visible only when useful, so why did her absence scream so loudly when her presence barely made a sound?He ran a hand through his hair and drew a breath. He didn’t even bother to pretend like he was ready for the day’s work. If there was any supernatural force in the world, that was what had been keeping the office running for the past week, because it definitely wasn’t him. Even his staff seemed concerned, but none