Semua Bab After Divorce, I became the untouchable Tycoon's sweetheart.: Bab 21 - Bab 30

(Lydia's POV)I ordered an Uber.When the driver arrived, I slid into the backseat and slammed the door harder than I meant to. The driver glanced at me in the rearview mirror but didn’t say anything. I gave him my address and leaned my head against the window, watching the city blur past as the suitcase full of lies sat heavy beside me on the seat.By the time I got home, the decision was already made.I dragged the suitcase inside, dropped it in the living room, and picked up my phone.Lydia: I have everything you gave me during the marriage. Let's meet so I can return it. Name the time and place.His reply came within minutes, arrogant as ever.Donald: I'm a really busy man but I can squeeze out a little time. Tomorrow at 2pm. La Belle Restaurant. Don't be late.I put my phone down without responding. There was nothing to say back to that.~~~The next afternoon, I arrived at La Belle Restaurant exactly on time. It was the kind of restaurant Donald loved. Where the rich loved to v

(Lydia's POV)I ordered an Uber and waited on the sidewalk, the app showed the driver was three minutes away. I realized that I needed my own car badly. Taking Ubers everywhere was starting to feel ridiculous now that Dreamworld was picking up, but the business was still growing. Every extra dollar was going back into operations, staff, and equipment. A car could wait. It had to.Uber soon arrived. I slid into the backseat and gave the driver the address my mother had sent. It was a parole office over an hour away. I spent most of the ride staring out the window, trying not to think too deeply about what I was walking into with my chest eyes.When I arrived, the building looked old and the gray paint was peeling. I spotted her immediately, standing near the entrance with a small duffel bag at her feet. She looked leaner than I remembered, and almost frail. Her hair was now in long locs that fell past her shoulders. She had four new piercings. One in her brow, one in her nose, and tw

(Lydia's POV)“Send me the link to the post,” I instructed Clara and ended the call.She sent it almost immediately and I clicked it.It was a picture. A photoshopped one, and if I hadn't been present at the restaurant myself yesterday, I'd have believed it. In the picture, Nora was removed completely. It looked like it was just me and Donald at the restaurant yesterday. Also, the angle it was taken made it look like we were having a private and intimate conversation.And he'd captioned it;"Some of you asked why I’m still speaking about my ex-wife. Here’s your answer. This was taken yesterday. She’s the one who asked to meet me. The same woman who claims she has ‘moved on’ and is now ‘married’. If she’s truly happy in her new marriage, why is she secretly meeting her ex-husband in a restaurant? Make it make sense.”My hands were shaking by the time I finished reading it.I called Clara back."How bad is it?""Two clients have already asked to cancel. One of them is your most recent b

(Aaron's POV)I met his eyes across the table, and we didn't even bother showing our dislike for each other.The dining room felt smaller with him in it.He strolled in like he owned the place, hands in his pockets, that same sharp, mocking smile on his face. Nino had tried to raise us like equals, but we had never been equals. Not really.“MacMillan,” Calvin drawled, using the name he knew I hated. “Back so soon? I thought you’d hide in the city a little longer.”I didn’t stand. I stayed seated, my fork paused over my plate. “Calvin.”Nino watched us both with sharp eyes, pipe smoke curling above his head. He loved this — the tension, the power play. It reminded him of his own youth, like he’d always say. He dropped into the chair across from me, uninvited. “So, I saw the news. You got married, huh? To some divorced event planner with a loud-mouthed ex. Bold choice, brother. Or should I say… desperate?”I met his gaze evenly. “Careful.”He laughed softly. “Come on, brother. We all k

(Donald's POV)The boardroom on the fourteenth floor had transparent glass windows that overlooked the city, and on any other day I liked sitting at the head of that table. But today the view meant nothing.My phone had been blowing up for days and I hadn't answered most of the calls. It was the board members calling. They were getting restless and wanted answers.They wanted me to fix the mess Lydia had made with her little video. The one where she exposed the fake jewelry and made me look like a pathetic liar.I rubbed my temples. My head has been pounding since yesterday. Nora kept texting me about money for new clothes and ‘stress relief’ shopping. I hadn’t replied to her either. I couldn’t deal with her on top of everything else.The car soon pulled up in front of the company building, pulling me out of my thoughts. I straightened my tie and walked inside, trying to look like I still had control. The receptionist nodded at me, but her smile was wary. Even the staff knew somethin