Semua Bab DIVORCED BY THE BILLIONAIRE: Bab 91 - Bab 100

AURORA I sat at the dining table, surrounded by stacks of papers, old files, and faded documents I’ve been collecting for years. The boxes I brought with me from Sacramento were spread across the table, their contents spilling out like memories I couldn't contain. I've been at this for hours, my back aching, and even my eyes were starting to burn.Arya was asleep upstairs fast asleep and Lydia was out. The house was silent with no one around except for the occasional creak of the old floorboards and the sound of me flipping papers.I rubbed my eyes and reached for the next box. I had been through three boxes already, finding nothing but old receipts and letters from people I didn't remember. Most of it was trash, and most of it was useless. My father was meticulous. He kept records of everything. There has to be something. There has to be a thread I could pull and get this case over with.I opened the fourth box and started sorting through the contents. More receipts. More letters. A

AURORAWe began packing that evening, clothes and toys and Arya's things spread across the bedroom floor like a small explosion. I was in the middle of stuffing a pair of Arya's shoes into the suitcase when my phone buzzed.It was a text from Caleb: Flight's booked. 10 AM tomorrow. First class. I'll pick you up at 7.I stared at the screen. First class. Isn't that sweet.I typed back: Got it. I'll be ready by then. Thanks.Lydia was in the kitchen doing the dishes, and Arya was running around the living room, and the doorbell rang just as I was trying to decide if Arya really needed all seven of her stuffed animals.I opened the door and Theo stood there, a duffel bag slung over his shoulder and a grin on his face."Look at you," he said. "Moving up in the world. Mini mansion and everything."I laughed. "Come in. I need to show you what I need you to do."He followed me inside, his eyes scanning the house. "This place is insane. You're really moving up.""I'm really leaving it for a

AURORA A week had passed since we landed in Sacramento, and I was starting to feel like I'd never leave.The days were long and full. Caleb was busy with his case, and I was busy with mine. I spent hours in the guest room at Lydia's parents' house, surrounded by stacks of paper, my laptop glowing in the dim light. I called old contacts, followed leads, cross-referenced documents. I found bank statements that didn't add up, emails that had been deleted and recovered, phone records that told a story Gregory thought he had buried. It was tedious, exhausting work, but then it was progress wasn't it. For the first time in days, I felt like I was actually moving forward.I had to take a small break to spend time with Arya, and all afternoon pushing her on the swing in the backyard, her laughter echoing off the fence. Once she was satisfied , I made dinner with Lydia and read Arya her bedtime stories, as I put her to bed. She was the reason I was doing all of this, once I get my hands on t

AURORA I pushed open the restroom door and locked it behind me.My hands were shaking. My breath came in short, uneven gasps. I leaned against the sink and stared at my reflection in the mirror. My face was pale, my eyes red, my mascara smudged. I looked like I had seen a ghost.Because I did.Damian. After all this time. After everything he did, everything he put me through. He was here, in the same city, in the same room, looking at me like I was the one who did something wrong.I pressed my palms against the cold marble and tried to breathe. The air was thin, my lungs tight. I couldn't get enough of it.I thought I healed. I thought I moved on. I built a new life, a new career, a new identity. I had a daughter who loved me, friends who supported me, a future that didn't include him.And yet, one look at his face and everything came rushing back.The night he handed me the divorce papers. The cold look in his eyes. The way I begged him to stay. The way he walked past me like I was

LAURORAI stared at myself in the mirror the next day. I was dressed in a short floral dress.I was going on a date with Caleb today, one I stamped myself. Lydia should know and see now that I meant it when I said I wanted absolutely nothing to do with Damian, I meant that.After half an hour of changing and redoing my makeup, I took a cab and finally arrived at the restaurant. There were white tablecloths draped over every surface, crystal glasses catching the light, soft lighting that made everything look expensive and untouchable. The hostess smiled at me.Caleb was already seated when I arrived. He stood up when he saw me, pulling out my chair like it was the most natural thing in the world. His suit was dark, his shirt crisp, his hair neatly combed. He looked like he belonged in a magazine spread."You look stunning," he said."Thank you." I sat down and unfolded the napkin on my lap. "You clean up well yourself."He smiled, and I tried to will the heat creeping up my cheeks do