All Chapters of My Ex-husband Wanted My Money, The Billionaire Wanted Me : Chapter 41 - Chapter 47

ELENA"Adrian, you need to go to work.""No."I looked at the man sitting on the edge of my bed and wondered whether the thing that had nearly killed me had somehow affected him too."Excuse me?""You heard me.""You have a company. Employees. Meetings you must have rescheduled the way other people cancelled dentist appointments.""And?""And you cannot sit here all day watching me breathe!""Actually," he said, ankle propped on his knee, phone abandoned face down on the duvet, "I can."Two weeks. Fourteen days since I'd come home from the hospital, and in that time Adrian Blackwood had cleared his calendar, and turned himself into the most unreasonably handsome nurse in the history of medicine. He knew my dosage schedule better than I did. He'd begun leaving glasses of water in places I would inevitably walk past. Yesterday I'd found a sticky note on the bathroom mirror, in his tidy, impatient handwriting: Eat something. This is not a suggestion.I couldn't decide which part annoyed

ADRIANRage and efficiency turn out to be the same muscle. Pointed in the right direction, one becomes the other.I was out of my chair before the last word of that comment had finished loading."Betty.""Sir?""Clear my afternoon. Marcus from Legal, the head of cyber security, Priya and her whole media team, boardroom, ten minutes. If anyone's out of the building, put them on a call.""Yes, sir.""And get Eric on the line."Edward was already on his feet. "What did the last comment say? The one that just...""Read it yourself."He did. I watched his face change."That isn't gossip anymore," he said quietly."No."I didn't sit down in the boardroom. Nobody else did either."A post using my wife's photograph is circulating on at least four accounts," I said. "It makes false claims about her character and career. By tonight, I want every trace of it gone. Marcus."My general counsel straightened. "Sir.""Cease-and-desist to every account that has posted, shared or captioned it. Takedown

CHLOEThe spa smelled like lavender, expensive oil, and the specific kind of peace you only buy when you're about to spend an afternoon with your mother.I wiggled my freshly manicured fingers, admiring the glossy nude polish. My toes had gotten the same treatment, and beside me, Elena sat with her feet soaking and her head tipped back against the recliner, wearing the blissful expression of a woman who had not been allowed to relax in about a decade."Okay," I announced. "After this, a full-body massage. Then facials. Then hair. Then accessories."Elena turned her head slowly. "Chloe, are we preparing for a bridal shower or a coronation?""Both. Why settle?"She laughed, and I felt it land somewhere warm in my chest. I'd forgotten how it felt to spend an afternoon with another woman without monitoring my posture, my volume, or my chewing speed. With Elena, I could just exist."How does it feel," she asked, lifting her glass of champagne with the careful elegance of someone who'd been