All Chapters of He Divorced Me, Now He's Begging for My Love: Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

A lot people filled the grand hall of the Meridian Hotel. There were cameras near the stage, men in suits holding glasses of champagne, women in expensive dresses laughing at things that were not funny. Everything looked perfect in her eyes.Evelyn stood near the back and smiled, rubbing her stomach, though the bump was not visible yet.Today was a special day, for her husband; Aidan, the man she spent her whole life loving. She had done her hair up the way he liked, with a few strands loose at the sides. and even worn the small diamond earrings he had given her on their first anniversary, back when they had nothing but each other.Tonight was his night, His IPO announcement. The moment everything they had worked for would finally mean something.Her eyes finally landed on him and she smiled.She was still smiling until she saw her. The woman was standing near the stage, close to where Aidan was. She was tall, with long black hair and a silver dress. Her name was Jane Winters.Evelyn

Aidan Smith had not planned to come to Milan himself.That was what teams were for. He had an entire acquisitions department; smart, capable people who got paid very well to walk into buildings and figure out if partnering with them made sense.He trusted his team. He had given three separate people the job of closing the LUXE deal and all three had come back saying the founder was polite, professional, and impossible to pin down. He arrived two days ago in Milan for this too.So here he was, on a Wednesday morning.His driver pulled up to the LUXE building at eight forty-five. Aidan stepped out, straightened his jacket, and looked at the building.It was clean. He was impressed."The advance team is already inside," his assistant, Priya, said, falling into step beside him."We're set for nine, boss""Good." Aidan's phone vibrated. Jane.He considered ignoring it.Then answered.“Yes, Jane?”Her voice was sharp, impatient. “Did you land already?”“Yes, about two days ago too.”“Oh- Bu

The café on Rue Cler had no name above the door. She had never told a single person from work about it. Evelyn had found the place by accident in her second year in Paris, when Leon was a baby. She had pushed the stroller through that black door and Gilles had looked at the baby, looked at her, and put a coffee on the counter without being asked.She had been coming ever since.It was the one place in Paris that felt like peace to her. No meetings happened here. No contracts were signed at these tables. Just coffee and relaxation.Which was exactly why, when she walked in on Thursday morning and saw Aidan Smith sitting at the corner table with a coffee and a newspaper, her first feeling was not surprise.It was more of a violation.He looked up when the door opened. He did not look like a man who had been caught doing something wrong. He looked like a man who had been waiting and was quietly relieved that the wait was over.“Evelyn,” he opened his mouth to speak."Don't," Evelyn said.

Leon woke up and the first thing he said was “I'm hungry.”Not hello. Not mommy. Not where am I or what happened or why does my arm feel funny. Just that. Evelyn was out of the chair in seconds. Two days of barely sleeping had not slowed her down at all. She was just suddenly upright, eyes on him.He blinked at her.She blinked back.“Hi, Mommy,” he said.“Hi baby,” Her voice came out smaller than she meant it to. She sat on the edge of the bed and touched his face — his cheek, his forehead, his chin, just checking. Just making sure he was all there. "How do you feel?'"Hungry," he said again."Besides hungry."He thought about it. "My arm feels weird.”'That's the tube. It's giving you medicine.'He looked at it. Turned his arm slightly to see it better. "Does it have to stay?""For a little while.""Okay." He looked back at her. Just like that — okay. No fuss, no crying, just okay. He had always been like that. Even as a baby he had taken things in and sat with them. "Can I have foo