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I bawled my eyes out.The moment he turned his back on me, I quickly ran in the opposite direction to relieve the pain. I cried in one of the cubicles in the comfort room, covered my mouth so I wouldn't be heard. I ran out of tissues but still, the stinging pain didn't disappear, and I just stood behind the door, waiting for the afflicting woe to dry out.Damian's words echoed in my mind countless times as I feebly hung fire— none of it were clear enough for me to digest. I couldn't understand how he could care for Elizabeth's feelings, and not mine. Above all, I wasn't sure I could put my mind to rest knowing that I still didn't hear the reason he kissed me on the car; the reason he was so mad about Mike.He can't just tell me those were a spur of the moment because it wasn't. His emotions were raw... why? what for?I took a deep breath. I removed my glasses, then rested my back on the swivel chair. I had just finished answering queries from potential clients. Apparently, Alicia was
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"Agreed..."The smile on my face collapsed. Just like that, the conversation was interrupted, and the good ambiance circling around was disturbed. Standing up to face him was my initial reaction. Had I not been more careful, I would've voiced out the question that popped in my head as soon as our eyes met.What was he doing here?"I didn't know you're invited." Abby expressed herself the most profound way."This is also my house. I didn't need to be invited." Damian made it clear, raising a brow."I was talking about our conversation, but thanks for reminding me, Damian." Abby answered sarcastically.I returned my gaze to Abby to refrain her from engaging in a discord with Damian. "I'm sorry. I didn't give him a heads-up because I thought he was going to look after Elon."I gently pulled Damian by his arm to take him away from the dining table."That was rude, Damian." I had to say, my face full of discontent. "Why did you come? Elon's going to be all alone.""Elizabeth was there." He
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".... lay low."My body went rigid. My heartbeat slowed, and I halted. Was I hearing things? Did I mishear it? Because there was no way my father would know of their relationship. He may have favored Elizabeth growing up, but he wouldn't condone such a mistake. He wouldn't allow a transgression like that in our family."And back down, dad? We can make stories and manipulate the media. Rumors are just rumors if we can cover them up with some fabricated statements and press releases.""I can't afford to lose this position to Manuel or Roque. Do what I say, or I will not approve of your marriage the moment Damian and Elizabeth divorce."My pulse hammered in my ears, drowning out Elizabeth and Dad's voices from a few meters away. My heart pummeled as I tried to process what I just heard. Fabricating statements? Covering it up? Covering up what, her affair with my husband? She still wanted to deceive the whole world, while openly proving them wrong by showing intimacy in public with Damian?
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I was never going to say it to Abby. I attempted to, but I had always believed it would make things more complicated if she knew. So, when I heard that she had seen both of them in the parking lot today, passionately sharing a kiss, I asked her out, fearing the words she might say next in the same room where Elon was in.When we got inside the car, I put my guard down and told her everything that had happened, from the day I started doubting Damian, up to this very day that I found out my dad was involved in it. I left nothing, and halfway, I burst into tears.I saw how Abby's cold expression melted into concern. There was certainly rage, but it was overshadowed by worry. She comforted me as I slowly opened up to her, and although finally talking about it made me feel a bit free, it no longer made me feel better.It was when I realized sharing my pain to Abby was too late. I was alreadfy far too consumed by it. "That motherfucker..." Abby gasped, looking up in disbelief. "Oh my god,
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That was the last time I spoke to Damian.For three days, I avoided interaction with him. I didn't even want to look at him in the eye. I acted as if it was only Elon and I that existed. Whenever he visited, I'd exit the room on cue and let him bond with Elon. Just like that, the agreement that we had when I first revealed that I knew about his affair with my sister had ended without a word.Not that he cared. Because if he was serious about keeping it, he wouldn't have brazenly come here with Elizabeth everyday, unafraid of people finding out about our failed marriage. I did hope he wouldn't, though.And since he acted so free to do what he wanted, what else could I do to cover him up? I knew Elon was starting to worry about our set-up, but feeding him lies wouldn't cut it. I could no longer prolong it, knowing Damian would just willingly show him otherwise. It would be a useless attempt.And perhaps knowing that my father knew about Damian and Elizabeth's relationship was my last str
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There were seconds of silence. I blinked at Elizabeth, unsure if I heard her correctly. But her mocking expression, the one that had always been rubbing me the wrong way, seemed to grow wider with every second I stood there in stupefaction. “You’re what?” I asked, my voice confused and breathless.“I’m going to move in with you. With Damian,” she said, her tone dripping with satisfaction.I didn’t know what exactly to respond. My mind immediately raced, trying to process her words, to understand what she meant— and what for. Dissatisfaction and dislike bloomed in my chest. Was it not enough that two of the most important men in my life have chosen her over me? Was it not enough that she tore everything apart. Now… she wanted to be in my house too?“No, you’re not,” I finally said, my voice firm, not giving her any room to argue.I never usually speak my mind, but if she was going to continuously push me… then I would resist. “Oh, come on, Eleanor,” she shot back, her eyes narrowing
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The next day had been long—expectedly, yet uncomfortably long. I spent the whole day running around, preparing for Elon’s treatment at home. And for the first time, the house experienced a whirlwind of activities—medical equipment, phone calls, new people rearranging the house. It was overwhelming, but it had to be done. All at once, since I wasn’t really informed beforehand that it was going to be home-based.The same day, I asked Alice to look for two maids that could assist our doctor and Elon in the house. That automatically occupied all of our vacant rooms, but at least Dr. Advani, Elon’s oncologist from India would be more comfortable. And not that I was saving those rooms for specific people, anyway.Damian surprisingly helped me with all the necessary things needed to be done. From organizing the details, to keeping the doctor’s arrival in check by hiring some bodyguards to pick him up and drive him to our house. He also accompanied me in some of the errands, but it wasn’t the
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Divorcing The Ruthless Billionaire Chapter 74: Something
After dinner, the gallery quieted down to a comfortable hush. The takeout containers from leftovers were on the desk, and Alicia was scrolling through her phone, most likely reading the emails she'd put off eating. Mike settled back into his chair, his eyes straying in my direction every so often but not speaking much.Abby had already caught on.She always caught on."You're working late again?" she asked, putting on her coat.I shrugged. "Might as well. Got some things to wrap up."She looked at me knowingly but didn't push. "Alright. Don't burn yourself out."Alicia yawned, stretching her arms above her head before standing. "I should get going, too. Text if you need anything.""Will do."One by one, they left, their goodbyes soft in the quiet space. The gallery always felt different at night—still, untouched, like it existed in its own pocket of time.Mike hadn’t left yet.He was still in his chair, watching me. Not in an expectant way, not like he was waiting for me to say someth
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Divorcing The Ruthless Billionaire Chapter 71: Back Home
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Divorcing The Ruthless Billionaire Chapter 69: Leaving
Morning came slowly, and sunlight dragged through the windows as an afterthought. And then my head throbbed, but not like grief did. Too many drinks, too much laughter, and just too much life for the first time in what seemed like forever left a dull ache.My body weight felt different. So I guess it was just not like the air was settling into my mattress and destroying me with images of a life that never happened.And then he appeared—Mike.Jacket and boots were tossed over the couch. His chair across from me was crossed with arms and a head tilted back—he was asleep. Peaceful. Thinking of him in that way made me feel something weird in my chest that I had not felt in a while. Comfort. Safety.Sitting up too quickly made me feel sick—nausea turned my stomach. That motion probably got him awake because he cracked an eye open and smiled lazily."You look like hell.""Thanks." The sleep and dehydration made my voice rough. I swallowed, rubbing my eyes. "What time is it?""Little past te
Divorcing The Ruthless Billionaire Chapter 68: To Want To Heal
The night air was cold against my skin on the porch as I wrapped my fingers around a pot of tea. Distant cars hummed, leaves rubbed against each other, and it was the silence I had grown accustomed to. The last few weeks, I had been locked in this state, crying in a house that was more mausoleum than home.Yet somehow, tonight felt different. Perhaps it was the pain of carrying so much suffering for so long, or maybe the silver moonlight bathing the street lit something I had gone blind to. Whatever the reason, the words flew off my lips before I could stop them."I can't do this again."That realization settled in my chest—heavy, liberating. But it never felt complete—yet. As if drawn by something unseen, I stood and walked inside slowly but deliberately. My feet carried me up the steps, through the hall, and to the attic door. I hesitated before pushing it open, the musty scent of old wood and forgotten things greeting me.My fingers searched against dusty shelves for something—anyt
Divorcing The Ruthless Billionaire Chapter 67: Empty
"You really want to pick yourself up, Eleanor?"I stared at him, my fingers floppy around the edge of the blanket, my mind sluggish from days of barely moving, barely eating. The weight of his question sat between us. Did I? Did I want to be better, or was I just pretending because I was tired of seeing his disappointment? My lips parted, but I hesitated. And then, slowly, I nodded.Mike studied me, unreadable. He took a deep breath and leaned back slightly, his gaze moving toward the ceiling as if debating something. When he finally spoke, his words were unexpected."Run away with me. Leave this town."I saw him blink. I scoffed—a weak, breathy sound barely above a laugh. "Don't be ridiculous, Mike."He didn't correct me. He just watched as I shook my head and brushed it away like it was nothing. Perhaps, to him, it wasn't nothing. But to me, it was absurd. Leaving the place that held every shattered piece of me was never an option. I could barely dream.This was my punishment. Stayi
