All Chapters of Divorce Me, Mr. Billionaire : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

GINEVRA I don't remember much about the drive home. Everything felt like a blur. One moment, I was standing on a busy street in Milan, staring at the second photograph Beatrice had sent me, and the next, I was pulling into the driveway of our house. The brown hospital folder was sitting on the passenger seat beside me, and every time I looked at it, I was reminded that my life now had a countdown.Our house, or rather Leandro's house, stood in front of me with its expensive decorations and huge glass windows. It was beautiful, large, and impressive, but I had never truly felt that it was mine. Everything about the place spoke of wealth and status, yet somehow it had never given me the warmth I had once hoped to find in a home.It had not always felt this cold. There had been a time when the house was filled with laughter, when I believed I had finally found the family I had always wanted. I remained in the car for several minutes, staring at the house while memories of the past came

LEANDROMy phone buzzed in my pocket while I stood beside the ride, watching my son laugh and scream with excitement as the spinning teacup carried him around. Nico looked happier than I had seen him in a long time, and for a moment, I forgot about everything else.I pulled out my phone and glanced at the screen."Let's get divorced."I stared at the message from Ginevra for several seconds before shaking my head and putting the phone back into my pocket. She was being dramatic again. There was no way she actually meant it. Ginevra had loved me for years, and she had always been afraid of losing me. She probably thought sending a message like this would finally make me stop what I was doing and rush home.It was not the first time she had done something extreme whenever she felt ignored. Ever since Beatrice returned to my life, Ginevra had been calling and texting constantly, even when I was busy. She questioned where I went, who I spent time with, and how much time Nico spent with Be

Ginevra's POV“Where are you?”Corrado's voice was urgent now, filled with concern as he cut straight to the point. He didn't sound angry, and he didn't say, I told you so. To him, I was simply his little sister who was hurting, and he was already ready to fight whoever had caused me pain.“Are you hurt? Are you safe?”“I'm in Milan. I'm... I'm not hurt. Well, I am, but not physically. There is...”I couldn't form coherent sentences.Everything I'd been holding inside for three years came pouring out in broken words and gasping breaths as I tried to force out the truth I desperately needed him to hear.“Ginevra, breathe. Just breathe, okay? Whatever it is, we'll fix it. Are you alone? Is someone threatening you? Are you being held for ransom?”“No, I'm...” Another sob cut me off.“Corrado, I'm sick. I'm really sick.”The line went silent.He didn't say anything, but I could hear the heavy sound of his breathing on the other end. He was apparently trying to process what I'd just told h

Corrado's POVAfter my mother left, I picked up my phone and called my assistant, Matteo. He answered almost immediately.“Hello?”“Matteo, I need the jet ready within the hour. We're flying to Milan tonight. Call the pilot and take care of everything as quickly as possible. I also need a list of the best oncologists in the world, especially doctors who specialize in stage-three gastric cancer. I want their names, locations, and contact information on my phone within the next few hours.”There was a short silence on the other end.“Is everything all right, Mr. Bellandi?”“Just do it, Matteo,” I said, trying to keep my voice calm. “And be discreet. I don't want anyone knowing about this yet.”“Of course, sir. I'll have the information sent to you within thirty minutes.”“Thank you.”I ended the call and stared at my computer screen. Before Ginevra called, I had been looking through company reports and reviewing several major deals. A few minutes ago, those things had seemed important.

Ginevra's POVI shook my head and took a slow breath, forcing myself to stop thinking about the past. There was no point in holding on to memories that only hurt me. I carefully wrapped Nico's tooth in the tissue paper again and placed it back inside the little wooden box with the others. My hands stayed on the box for a moment because a part of me wanted to take it with me. I wanted to keep this tiny piece of my son, something that belonged to the years when I had still believed he would always love me.But what was the point?Nico had made his feelings clear. He didn't want me anymore. Every time I thought about it, the pain became harder to bear, but I couldn't force my son to love me. The little box was no longer a sweet memory. It had become a reminder of a relationship that had slowly fallen apart, and perhaps it was better for me to leave that part of my life behind.I closed the box and returned it to the back of the drawer, exactly where I had found it.Maybe one day, Leandro