All Chapters of DIVORCED BY THE BILLIONAIRE: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

AURORA I unlocked my phone and opened the notifications.They were headlines and multiple links to articles. My heart slammed against my ribs as I scrolled through them.'Damien Sinclair's Divorce: The Truth Finally Surfaces''Shocking New Allegations in the Sinclair-Vale Divorce''Damien Sinclair's Secret Affair Exposed!''Socialite Aurora Vale Dragged for Causing Husband to Cheat'‘The fall from grace’‘Vale heiress goes into hiding after divorce.’‘The fall of the great.’I held my breath as I clicked on the first article.> ‘Damien Sinclair's Divorce: The Truth Finally Surfaces’> After months of silence, new details have emerged about the shocking divorce between billionaire heir Damien Sinclair and his ex-wife, Aurora Vale.> Sources close to the couple have revealed that the marriage was plagued by infidelity—but not from the side most people assumed. While rumors initially spread that Aurora Vale was the unfaithful one, insiders now claim that it was Sinclair who engaged in a

AURORA I stared at them, my hands starting to shake again. My legs wouldn't move until after a long minute, I took a step back and then another, my eyes still locked on the words.Mrs. Bayer's car pulled up as people walking by stopped to stare, she got out with her keys in her hand and her face calm. Then she saw the door and she stopped walking. Her keys fell from her grip and hit the ground with a clatter."What the hell—" She rushed forward, her eyes wide, her hands raised. "Aurora? What happened?""I don't know." I shook my head. "I just opened the door and it was like this.""Did you see anyone when you opened?""No. It was like this when I got here."Mrs. Bayer pulled out her phone and dialled the emergency line, she talked for a few minutes then she hung up and looked at me. "They're coming.""Who would do this?"She didn't answer and just shook her head.The police arrived twenty minutes later, two officers, a man and a woman. They looked at the door, took pictures, and aske

AURORA Me and the girls spent the day trying to delete the comments after days of being shut down. It was almost futile. Every time we removed one, three more appeared. Sophie was on her phone, refreshing the page, her face tight with frustration while Maria was on the computer, trying to flag the reviews as spam. I was on the tablet, scrolling through the endless stream of hate."Another one," Sophie muttered. "This one says 'The food gave me food poisoning.' We've been closed for three days.""They'll say anything," Maria said.I didn't say anything. I just kept scrolling, kept deleting, and trying to clean up the mess.By the time the afternoon rolled around, we only managed to remove a handful. The rest were still there, and visible, it was almost as if the platforms didn't want us to do anything.There were fewer customers today. A few regulars, a couple of confused tourists, but mostly empty tables. I wasn't close to surprised, after all that went down it wasn't a surprise.Mrs

AURORA I couldn't sleep.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw that pried open door. The splintered frame. The empty table where my medicine used to be. I tossed and turned on the lumpy couch, the blanket twisted around my legs, my mind racing through everything that happened. The break-in. The stolen pills. The threats. The reviews. The spray paint.I sat up and grabbed my laptop from the floor. Might as well do something useful.I couldn't keep on living like this.It's torture. Having to live everyday knowing you're a burden to someone and the reason for their problems.Whether Mrs Bayer minded or not, it still worried me.I was the one person she took in and now I was going to become the reason her business falls. Maybe i shouldn't have started trouble.She was taking care of a pregnant adult with literally no where else to go. Surely it was going to be difficult.I opened the browser and typed > "law schools near me." The results flooded in. Schools I never heard of and lists of sc

AURORA The diner was fully set up by the time I came upstairs the next morning. The chairs were down, the tables wiped, the coffee machine already bubbling away. Mrs. Bayer was in the kitchen with Maria, the smell of fresh bread and frying bacon filling the air, and Sophie was at the counter arranging the napkins into their little triangles."Morning," I said, grabbing my apron from the hook."Morning," Sophie chirped back at me. "You look less dead than yesterday.""Thanks. I think."A white van pulled up outside, not a regular bus but one with the name of a nursing home on the side. The doors opened and a group of elderly women started filing out, some with walkers, some with canes, some leaning on each other like they'd been doing it for decades."Looks like we got a group," I said."Mrs. Bayer said they come every month," Sophie told me. "They're from Sunny Hills. They bring their knitting and gossip and they stay for hours."I grabbed my notepad and headed toward the first table