All Chapters of My Billionaire Boss Baby Daddy Doesn't Remember Me: Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

Jenna I scrawl my signature on the paper and push it toward my lawyer, folding my arms and leaning back. There's nothing but quiet resignation in me and relief that this is finally over.Tom, on the other hand, has a pleading look on his face as he tries to beg me. I turn away, having no interest in his theatrical show of repentance.Nine months ago, I might have listened after I caught him in bed with his colleague—the woman he told me not to worry about. I may have taken him back, choosing to save my failing marriage.But he had no remorse then.In his eyes, I was the bad person. I pushed him into the arms of another woman because I worked too long. A nine-to-five job was too long for him to remain faithful."Alright," my lawyer says, wearing her winning smile. Now that the papers have been signed, we'll need to wait for the court to review them and then proceed to assets and debt division.""I don't want anything from him," I cut in, earning a look from her. "I don't want a penny

DanteThe sun streaking in from the drawn curtains pulls me from deep, restful sleep. The first thing I do is reach over, hoping to come across a warm, soft body.But the bed is empty.I open my eyes to see for myself, sighing when I find that the woman I was with—brunette, pale pink lips with a stunning figure is no longer in my bed.Cradling a flicker of hope that she might have decided to stick around, I drag myself from the bed, naked, and walk to the door. I open it and step into the living room, but she's nowhere to be found. Glancing over my shoulder, I realize her clothes aren't in the bedroom either.She's gone. "Oh well," I murmur.It's not the first time a woman has left me alone in a hotel room, but this one made a particular impression on me. I caught her as she walked into the bar last night—her dark hair falling down her shoulders, the careful strides, like she was aware of her every move.It was different from the others who walked in, laughing with their partners or

JennaThree years later. "Honey," I say, wiping sweat from my brow as I struggle to get my two-year-old toddler out of the car seat. "I have to go to work. Would you please make things easy for me today?"Marie, my daughter, pouts and folds her arms. "No," she says firmly.I don't know who she gets her stubborn personality from. On some days, I can deal with it, but not on my first day working for a new company.After being unemployed for two years and some to take care of my daughter, getting a job like this is a lifeline. If I lose it, we might just end up on the streets. "Okay," I exhale, thinking of a compromise. "If you work with me, I promise I'll get you ice cream, okay? Chocolate?"Her face lights up when she hears her favorite word, and she nods eagerly, letting me unhook the safety belt.We walk into the young preschool building, where Marie meets her teacher in the hallway. Marie lets go of my hand immediately, running to meet Mrs. Pelt, making the other woman laugh. I h

JennaI ran out of Dante's office and went straight to the ladies' room, needing to get away from the whole… scenario. The door swung shut behind me with a loud click.I walked over to the sink and held the porcelain edges so hard my knuckles turned white, as my heart was pounded against my ribs like a trapped bird.I looked at my reflection in the mirror, and the woman staring back looked terrified. Her face was pale, and her eyes were wide with panic. I was glad no one was in the halls when I passed through. They'd have called security to watch out for a mad woman. "Get it together, Jenna," I whispered to myself. "Just breathe."I took a deep breath through my nose and let it out slowly through my mouth. I did it three more times, trying to use the calming tricks I learned after my divorce to force down the panic attack that was trying to flare up its stupid ugly head. Not today. My hands were still shaking, so I ran some cold water and pressed my wet palms against my neck. The c