All Chapters of Divorced And Out of His League: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Kayla’s POVThe sound of rain is the first thing I hear when I open my eyes.It’s morning, but the world outside looks gray. The curtains are drawn halfway, letting in a sliver of light that falls across the table, the plates from last night still untouched, the wine glass half empty, the necklace box lying open like a scar I can’t close.My head throbs from crying and wine. My throat feels dry, my chest heavy. I pull myself off the couch, my neck aching from sleeping there.The house smells faintly of perfume and regret.I move to the kitchen, pour a glass of water, and try to breathe, but every corner of this place reminds me of last night. The candles, the food, the silence — everything feels suffocating.I glance at the clock. It’s already past nine.Adrian still hasn’t come home.My heart stings at the thought. I grab my phone, hoping — foolishly — to see a message, a call, an apology. Nothing.Just emptiness.I stare at his contact name, ‘Adrian’ and for a moment, I almost dele

Kayla’s POVI didn’t sleep that night.No matter how tightly I shut my eyes, the sound of Vivian’s body hitting the floor kept echoing in my head — over and over again.The house was silent now, but that silence wasn’t peace. It was a punishment.Adrian hadn’t come home after the incident. He had rushed Vivian to the hospital and left me standing there, accused, speechless, broken. The memory of his words cut sharper than anything else.“You disgust me, Kayla. You’ll get the divorce papers soon enough.”Every time I replayed it, my chest burned.I wanted to scream, to cry, to beg him to believe me… but what was the point? He’d already made up his mind.The morning came, cold and cruel. I stood by the window, watching the sunrise, numb to its warmth. The house felt emptier than ever. Every corner carried a memory I wished I could erase… laughter that once filled these walls, promises he’d made, love that used to mean something.I was in the kitchen when I heard the front door unlock.

Kayla’s POV“It’s past 8 already. Inform the host that I’ll be a bit late,” I said as I adjusted the earring on my right ear.Maya, my personal assistant, nodded and quickly typed something on her tablet. “Yes, ma’am. Should I tell him you’re just getting back from D.C.?”I smiled slightly through the mirror. “No need. Just tell him traffic was bad.”Truthfully, I was exhausted. I had returned from a long business conference in Washington barely two hours ago and hadn’t even rested before diving straight into preparations for tonight’s charity gala. It was one of the biggest annual events in New York, and Brooks Atelier was among the headline sponsors this year.I took a final look at my reflection. The woman staring back at me no longer looked like the broken wife I once was. My gold gown fit perfectly, elegant and bold. My hair was styled neatly into a bun, and my makeup was soft yet commanding. I looked powerful. Composed. Unreachable.“Let’s go,” I said, taking my clutch.The car

Kayla’s POVI grabbed Adrian’s arm before he could say another word and pulled him toward a quiet hallway behind the ballroom. My pulse was hammering in my ears, my heels clicking sharply against the marble floor as I dragged him away from the flashing lights and murmurs.“What the hell is wrong with you?” I hissed once we were out of sight. “Do you realize what you just did back there?”He looked unbothered, even smug. “I didn’t mean for it to sound that way. I just… people were asking questions, and—”“You yelled it across the room, Adrian!” I cut him off, my voice trembling from both rage and humiliation. “You shouted that I was your ex-wife in front of hundreds of people! This was a charity gala, not your personal confession stage!”He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Kayla, calm down. I didn’t do it to embarrass you. I just wanted to talk. You walked away before I could even say anything.”I let out a harsh laugh. “You wanted to talk? About what? About how you cheated? Ab

Kayla’s POVThe drive back to my mansion that night was quiet, but my mind wasn’t. The city lights blurred outside the window, reflecting off the glass like fading stars. No matter how much I tried to focus on anything else, one name kept replaying in my head.Adrian Ward.I wasn’t thinking about him, not in the way people would assume. I was just… wondering. Wondering how he ended up in the interior design sector. The last I remembered, he’d been obsessed with finance—markets, stocks, investments, and profit margins. He was the kind of man who’d roll his eyes if I started talking about color palettes or architectural balance.So how did he end up here?I leaned back against the car seat, crossing my arms. It was strange. Adrian had never been close to his family, so it couldn’t have been their influence. Had his company fallen apart so badly that he had to find