All Chapters of DIVORCE ME, MR. BILLIONAIRE: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

New York City never really slowed down, even when the night felt heavy. The lights stayed bright across the tall buildings, glowing like the city was pretending everything was fine. But high above all that noise and movement sat the Kingsley penthouse—quiet in a way that felt uncomfortable. Not the kind of quiet that brought peace. The kind that left you alone with thoughts you couldn't escape.Inside, Amelia Hart Kingsley stood in the kitchen, staring at a plate of food she had prepared hours ago. The meal was cold now, untouched. She hadn't moved it yet.She had done this before. Cook. Wait. Listen for footsteps. Hope for a moment that never came.Three years of marriage had taught her something she never expected to learn so young: it was possible to live beside someone and still feel completely alone.She rested her fingers on the edge of the counter, steadying herself. Deep down, she was tired. Not the kind of tiredness sleep could fix. The kind that built slowly when hope kept g

Amelia spent most of the taxi ride staring out of the window without really seeing anything. The city was moving the same way it always did. Cars rushing past. People walking fast on the sidewalks. Horns sounding in the distance. Life continued like nothing important had changed.But for her, everything had changed.Her hand rested loosely on her lap, her fingers barely moving. She was not thinking about where she was going. Her mind kept going back to the same moment again and again. Ryan standing in the penthouse. His voice is calm. Too calm. Saying words that ended her marriage like it meant nothing.“I want a divorce.”Even now, it still feels unreal.Like something she had heard in a dream that turned into a nightmare.She pressed her forehead lightly against the window as the taxi moved through traffic. The glass was cold. It helped a little. But not enough to quiet her thoughts.For a moment, she closed her eyes. She thought about three years of trying, three years of believing

Amelia stood outside the conference room, her palm flat against the cool wood. Her heart pounded hard enough that she could hear it in her ears, and her stomach churned with familiar nausea—the same kind she used to feel before every awkward dinner party with Ryan's colleagues.Gregory stood beside her, patient and still. His silence felt like an anchor, something steady she could hold onto while the ground shifted beneath her feet."You don't have to prove anything today," he said. "Just be present. Listen. That's enough for now."Amelia laughed, short and breathless. "That's easy for you to say.""It is." He offered a small smile. "But I'll tell you something your grandfather told me before his first board meeting. He was terrified. Could barely keep his hands from shaking."She turned to look at him. "My grandfather was nervous?""He was human. Just like you."Something in her chest loosened. Her grandfather had always seemed larger than life. Hearing that he had once stood where s