All Chapters of my mum's billionaire husband: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

AVABy 7 i was laready in the airport.Bella had decided to drive me to the airport last minute.I had cried all the way to the airport.This was the first time someone had genuinely cared for me.Deep down i knew i wouldnt get another friend like her."i will have the rest of the items shipped before the week ends"."Thankyou so much Belly".I replied as i held her hand refusing to let her go.I had joked about not wanting to leave,not knowing it was mainly because of her."we cant have you missing your flight because you are crying,I will visit you i promise"She jested as she slighly pushed me to join the other passengers.Even when i boarded the plane i couldnt help but miss her presence and warmth.She had been the most patient person ever.Never once had she ever asked me about my past neither had she complained when i was closed off.She was my family after all.I slept with the thoughts of our friendship in my mind,just to be awoken after what seemed like forever to the ann

AVABy the end of my first week, the office had stopped feeling like a place I was visiting.That surprised me.The first morning had been full of introductions and unfamiliar names, but by Friday I could walk through the glass doors without needing to remind myself which elevator I used or which corridor led to my department.The receptionist greeted me by name.Rachel no longer asked whether I needed help logging into the system.The coffee machine still produced something that should legally have been classified as punishment, but I had stopped complaining about it.That, perhaps, was the clearest indication that I was settling in.On Monday, everything had been new.By Friday, I had opinions.Strong ones."The printer hates me."Rachel didn't look up from her monitor."It hates everyone.""I think it hates me personally.""You printed thirty-seven pages yesterday.""They were necessary.""Exactly."I laughed.The office was already busy despite the relatively early hour.Phones ra

ALEXANDER.For six months, I had treated my own company like a country I had no intention of governing.Meetings accumulated without me.Executives learned to work around my absence.Board members became increasingly creative with the language they used in their emails, replacing concern with strategic observation, replacing where the hell are you? with we would appreciate greater executive visibility, replacing open irritation with the polished vocabulary of people who were paid too much to lose their tempers in public.I ignored most of it.The company did not collapse.That, unfortunately, had only made it easier to continue.Black Enterprises was too large to buckle because its chief executive had disappeared into his own obsessions. There were competent people beneath me. Men and women who could make decisions without waiting for permission, negotiate acquisitions without calling me, and solve crises before they reached my desk.They had kept the machinery running.I had simply s

AVAI woke up Friday morning with one hand beneath my pillow and the unpleasant certainty that sleep had not done nearly enough to erase the previous day.For several seconds, I lay staring at the ceiling.Then the memories returned.And, inevitably, the humiliating awareness of what I had done after coming home.I rolled onto my side and pressed my face into the pillow."God."The word came out muffled.I had spent an entire year constructing boundaries inside my own mind.Apparently one meeting had discovered the architectural weakness.I sat up.My hair was disheveled, my room still half-dark, and for a brief moment I contemplated turning the curtains open and allowing the morning to bully me into good sense.Instead, I reached for my phone.There were several notifications.One from work.I opened it.Good morning, Ava. Given the intensity of yesterday's client meeting and the fact that you have already completed the materials required for next week's review, please take today as

ALEXANDER.I learned her name before I learned anything else about him.Hunter.I said it once in my office.The syllables felt unpleasantly foreign.Hunter.A stranger who had somehow managed to enter the life Ava had spent a year constructing beyond my reach.A stranger who had been sitting beside her.A stranger whose hand she had apparently allowed to rest in hers.My assistant stood across from my desk with a tablet pressed against her chest."You asked me to verify the information."I looked at her."And?"She hesitated.That hesitation told me enough."How much?""She has been seeing someone."I leaned back in my chair."Seeing?""Romantically."The muscles in my jaw tightened."Name.""Hunter.""Full name.""Hunter Mathews.She gave it to me.I repeated it silently.Another man.But yet the name sounded so familiar.Many families in NY had that last name it could be anyone .I looked toward the windows.New York stretched beneath me, immense and glittering, but I could barely