All Chapters of The Billionaire Behind My Divorce: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

ALICIAA hue of bluish-black covered the sky, stained with twinkling tiny dots. The moon stood majestically at the center, receiving the praise of the crickets and the night creatures as they basked in its bright rays.Alicia couldn’t help but admire it. It was like time had slowed during the past week, allowing her the space to breathe and really see and appreciate the little things. The vibrant colours of the sunset, the golden glow of the perfect pancake, the process of a bird taking flight. They weren’t little at all.She raised the cover over Tobey, patting his hair and planting a kiss on his forehead before turning to leave the room.The second she stepped back into the living room, the weight of the risky text she’d sent fell back on her.“Oh, my gosh.” She whispered into the dark room. “What was I thinking?”This was the moment of panic after doing something stupid when regret moved in and took over.“I shouldn’t have done that.” She began to pace. “I shouldn’t have texted him

THEODOREAlicia didn't move.The distance between them was small, but Theodore felt every inch of it.His hands slowly fell away from the ropes. The ache that followed surprised him.Because the worst of his fears were realized right in front of him.She didn’t trust him.“H-how did you know?” Her voice was barely a whisper.Her eyes narrowed slightly. She took a step back beside the chair she had been released from merely seconds ago. Her gaze was fixed on Theodore, and all he found in them was fear.He watched her chest rise and fall with deep, cautious breaths as she took another step back. He caught the slight trembling of her hands.He wanted to reach forward, and did before he could realize.“No!” She shot.It was equivalent to shooting a tiny needle through his heart.“Please, Alicia.” He begged.But she only took another step back.Then movement exploded from inside the house.Theodore's head snapped up instantly.A small figure ran through the hallway, a kitchen knife clutche

THEODOREWhat had he told himself the night he made it out of the Rutherford’s custody? He’d promised himself what every man who’d suffered the same fate would.I’ll never be helpless again.But now, seated beside her, one hand on the steering wheel and the other raking through his hair, he realized he’d never kept that promise.He’d been helpless every day since. Just a prisoner to another kind of jailer - the most dangerous kind. The kind of jailer who handed you the keys and told you to leave any time you pleased. And they could do that because the chains weren’t physical bounds on your wrists and ankles.No. He could - did - escape from those.These chains were invisible and bound the heart directly. It stretched and strained but never snapped, weakening the heart steadily as the distance grew.He’d become more helpless. Finally, the chains pulled him back to the jailer, just as he knew it would. And he was completely at her mercy.The Lincoln pulled into the garage, coming to a h

ALICIA“You look like… Teddy.”The first words she'd spoken to him at Restaurant Rutherford.At the time, it hadn't been him.At least, that was what she'd convinced herself.It was the wine mixed with exhaustion and desperation.Her imagination had reached into the deepest corners of her memory and brought her fantasy to life.A reward for surviving. A temporary escape.A final act of kindness from a universe that had spent years being cruel.Just like he had once been.The memory replayed now with painful clarity.His hands on her waist, guiding her firmly like something he owned. Her fingers digging into his tussled coffee hair, possessing them as he possessed her. His fingers tracing her skin, leaving a trail of fire.The way his mouth had captured hers with a desperation that still stole her breath whenever she remembered it.She hadn't been in her right mind.That much was true.But he had been. He had been right there. Real. Watching. Waiting.She shuddered now, because it mean

THEODOREThe boardroom sat forty-seven floors above the city.Floor-to-ceiling windows wrapped around the room like glass walls of a fortress, the skyline beyond painted in steel and sunlight. Inside, however, the atmosphere carried none of the confidence the Novaris Tower was famous for.The large screen mounted at the front of the room displayed Levi Connard-Rutherford's face.Levi's expressions could be felt through the screen: dignified, wounded, composed. The image of a husband abandoned by his wife, a man searching for his child, a man just asking to be heard.Theodore stared at it for several seconds before rubbing the bridge of his nose.The headache had started halfway through the broadcast, and it was only getting worse.When the interview ended, and a reporter came on the screen, someone then turned down the volume.Around the table sat the people responsible for protecting a multi-billion-dollar empire.Not one of them looked particularly alarmed - annoyed, perhaps, slight