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Chapter 7-The Watcher
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Regretful Divorce: My Ex-Wife Is A Billionaire Chapter 8-The First Day
Emily’s POVOpening my eyes, I felt an immense throbbing sensation in my head. A hangover from hell greeted me, signaling just how much I’d drunk last night. Also, speaking of last night, I wonder what happened? I couldn’t remember much. I remembered it was a staff party but the rest of it was a blur. “Oh my God,” the memory flooding back, “Fred was there, too!” Out of all the people, why did it have to be him? He was the last person I wanted to see and for a very long time at that. The memory of it made my head spin even more. On top of that, today was my first day as the new boss of the subsidiary — that much I did know — and I needed to pull myself together. Glancing over at my bedside clock, it was already 6am. Dammit Em, I needed to start getting ready, I didn’t want to be late on my first day. Gulping back a glass of water and a couple of painkillers, I quickly showered and dried my hair. It smelled like vomit. I ran my fingers across the business suits and expensive dre
Huling Na-update : 2024-10-18Regretful Divorce: My Ex-Wife Is A Billionaire Chapter 9-A shock call
Emily’s POVLeaving the office immediately after our phone call, I drove straight to the hospital. Approaching the ward, the family were all there, and everyone, even Fred who had asked me to come, looked surprised as I walked in. I realized then that it was probably my appearance more than my presence, or maybe a combination of both. Coming straight from the office, there hadn’t been time to change my suit, and no one had seen me dressed this way before. Fred’s eyes fixated on me, and Nancy was staring intensely. She was summizing me from head to heel, surveying my diamond necklace and matching earrings with jealous eyes. “Hi, Emily. Thanks for coming,” managed Fred after a few seconds, “Grandad has asked to speak to you, alone. We’re just on our way out, anyway.” I nodded, and with that, the family exited the room. It was only after everyone was gone that Fred’s grandfather finally turned to me. “Emily, my dear, thank you very much for coming to see me. I know it’s not the most
Huling Na-update : 2024-10-18Regretful Divorce: My Ex-Wife Is A Billionaire Chapter 10-Injury
Emily’s POVMy knee had crashed into one of the pebbled stones. I had hurt myself quite badly, and a bit of blood was dribbling from the injury. Leon immediately rushed to me. “Are you okay, Em, I’m so so sorry! Do you need an ambulance?!” He cried out to me with a look of concern as well as horror. He reached out his hand to pick me up off the ground. Fred was standing a few feet away; a helpless stare on his face, like a cat stuck in a tree unable to get down. Ignoring him, I turned to look up at Leon.“No, there’s no need to make a fuss, Leo,” I stopped him, “can you go and grab a medical kit? I don’t want to move my leg for now.” “Of course, I’ll only be a minute. Are you sure you’re okay?” “Yes, I’m sure,” I comforted him. Leo nodded. He was about to grab the kit, but he suddenly turned to Fred.“And you,” Leon warned, "stay away. Don’t get any closer to Emily.” And with that, Leon hurried inside the house. Once my brother was out of sight, and earshot, Fred stumbled over hes
Huling Na-update : 2024-10-18Regretful Divorce: My Ex-Wife Is A Billionaire Chapter 11-Our First Encounter
Emily’s POVAfter a few seconds of confusion passed, Fred’s weird question then hit me like a ton of bricks, and regret washed over me. My face turned flush-red and I hoped no one noticed.I wished I had never bandaged the wound in front of him…Of course, it all made total sense when I quickly realized why he was so shocked. Years before we were married, or our first encounter in the United States, I moved abroad in pursuit of traveling the world. After time in Australia, I hopped over to the United Kingdom. Falling in love with Wexschire, I decided to take a nursing course where I spent the next year. Our first real encounter happened here. Arriving at the hospital five years ago, Fred came in with an injury. As the nurse on call that night, he was assigned to me.I was the one who bandaged his injury. Fred never knew it was me who helped him. And if he did, he never mentioned it. Eventually, the incident had become a long-lost memory, until now. His words only panicked me for
Huling Na-update : 2024-10-18Regretful Divorce: My Ex-Wife Is A Billionaire Chapter 12-Rumors
Emily’s POVWhen will this ever end; is Fred ever going to stop? But I knew his temperament well enough to know that if I didn’t answer, he’d do exactly as he threatened. Instead of ignoring his message, dealing with it then and there was the best option. Dialing his number, his anxious tone shocked me, and there were no hints of wanting to argue. “Em, hi, sorry to bother you so late, have you seen the news?” he asked briskly. “Hi, Fred. Yes, I briefly saw the news an hour or so ago,” not wanting to let up too much. “But I’m really not in the mood to congratulate my cheating ex-husband and his mistress who ruined my marriage.” There was hardly any strength in me left to talk about his upcoming wedding, and with that, I hung up the phone, pulled the featherdown duvet over my head, and forced myself to fall asleep. Tomorrow is another day. Arriving at work the next morning, the whispers among the staff were hard to ignore. My secretary would know what the murmurs were all for. “She
Huling Na-update : 2024-10-18Regretful Divorce: My Ex-Wife Is A Billionaire Chapter 13-A Grand Mess
Fred’s POVSince accidentally injuring Emily, I hadn’t seen her. My memory of those bandages continued to haunt me, and I sometimes caught myself randomly thinking about them. In an attempt to escape the nerve-wracking feelings, work had become my new best friend, well even so more than usual. Immersing myself in my job, I had spent the last few days at the office, isolating from the external news, and a little from the world. During another late night, out of the blue, a surprising phone call came through from my grandfather. Usually, our calls were business or immediate family-related. Plus he’d also had the recent health scare. But this wasn’t about any of these. He had demanded to know what was going on in the news, or as he liked to put it “this hogwash blasting through the television.” I had no idea what he was talking about, but he urged me to get in touch with our press team as soon as possible. More confused than I had been in the past week, I immediately checked my iPhon
Huling Na-update : 2024-10-18Regretful Divorce: My Ex-Wife Is A Billionaire Chapter 14-A Reminder
Fred’s POVAll of the turmoil from the press and public opinion, not to mention the pressure from Grandfather, was starting to weigh heavily on my shoulders. I had never been an anxious guy, but I felt myself falling further into a dark pit these days. This incident had a significant impact on my family, not only me. The driver dropped Nancy off at her parent’s house; it was the best option for now. Grandfather’s words echoed through me again: I wouldn’t mind letting Nancy disappear from your life again. The last thing I wanted (and needed) was more trouble involving Nancy, so keeping her away from the scene was the only way forward. “You promise me this isn’t the end, Fred? You’re not going to leave me, darling?” Nancy asked me just before getting into the car, her face filled with sorrow. “Of course not, my dear, I just need a little bit of time to sort things out. Emily and I lived together for three years, you know that. I won’t let her suffer public criticism because of me…
Huling Na-update : 2024-10-18Regretful Divorce: My Ex-Wife Is A Billionaire Chapter 15-Unforeseeable Trauma
Emily’s POVThe public news coverage was quickly extinguished and my first reaction was that my brothers had helped handle the situation. After a call between Leon, Richard and myself, I learned that this wasn’t the case, which I’ll admit, shocked me. Who else could it have been? Was it…Fred? It couldn’t be. Fred doesn’t care about me, so why would he have a hand in squishing a story that involved me? Plus, we’d just quarreled, and my last words to him weren’t exactly pleasant…This terrible attack on me should make him happy. “He’s probably too busy picking wedding dresses with Nancy, anyway,” but before my mind went down a rabbit hole, I stopped the flood of incoming notions.The next few days were busy, with one client meeting after the next, and tying up a few major deals for the company. I was grateful for the distraction. Now, a little downtime was in order following my latest successful negotiations for one of the AirLoft Group’s biggest projects to date. Amber, one of my c
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Regretful Divorce: My Ex-Wife Is A Billionaire Chapter 40-The Belle of The Ball
Emily’s POVThe following day, stylists surrounded me, handing me one dress after the next. Great taste was not something I lacked — I inherited that from my mother. We finally decided on the perfect dress and moved along to the jewelry selection. The stylist handed me one diamond-encrusted necklace after another, but none of the overtly flashy pieces were my style. Preferring more understated pieces, I went with a beautifully elegant yet rare ruby. Sitting in the chair as the make-up artist began to work her magic, and the hairstylist tumbled one curl over the next with a curling iron, I glimpsed myself in the mirror. It wasn’t too often I got dressed up like this. I had endured plenty of fancy-dress evenings growing up and it wasn’t really my thing. But it did feel good to get dolled up every once in a while. Richard and Leon stood behind me, and with the final flick of mascara, the make-up artist stood back to marvel at her work. “Oh, Emily. You look simply stunning, my dear s
Regretful Divorce: My Ex-Wife Is A Billionaire Chapter 39-Invites and Suitors
Emily’s POVReturning home, my maid handed me an invitation as I hung up my coat in the entrance foyer. She informed me that the butler of the Walker Family had hand-delivered the invitation in person that afternoon. To my surprise, the date had been brought forward. It was originally in a week. “Tomorrow?” I asked no one in particular, but my maid answered for me, who had received strict instructions from the Walker’s butler. That meant the divorce process would be postponed again…“Yes, Miss. Emily. Well, at least, that’s what I was told,” she informed me. ‘Did he say anything else?” “He said that Mr. Walker Senior always feels sorry for you. So, he wanted to take this opportunity to introduce you to an outstanding young man.” There were no words. The way this family likes to insert themselves into my personal business is outrageous. But I knew Fred Senior was trying to be kind; doing it out of the goodness of his heart to make up for his grandson’s behavior. Even if he had a s
Regretful Divorce: My Ex-Wife Is A Billionaire Chapter 38-Blinded by rage
Emily’s POV“Did you hear that, Fred?” I asked the caller.“But, but…How? How could it be?” Nancy murmured, before pouncing on me to grab my phone out of my hand. I had released my grip against her and she was no longer pressed against the car door. But I was faster than her and side-stepped out of the way. Instead, I asked “Fred” his thoughts after hearing everything that Nancy admitted to. Nancy was frightened as the familiar-sounding voice echoed through the phone. “Yes, Emily, I heard it all. She’s unforgivable, and I now know the truth,” and with that, the caller hung up the phone. In an instant, Nancy’s face turned pale. She knew she had been caught. Before either of us had time to process what just happened, a staff member came out of the shop and headed toward us, asking us if we needed any help. I wasn’t surprised, we had caused a huge stir, and I jumped in before Nancy could respond. “Ah, yes, could you help me fill up with gasoline, please?” I asked, pointing to my arm
Regretful Divorce: My Ex-Wife Is A Billionaire Chapter 37-Payback
Emily’s POVIt all felt like slow motion. Seeing the car speed toward me…The bright lights peering me down… But my instincts kicked in and as the car neared my body, I flung out my arms in an aid to protect myself from the oncoming danger. However, no pain appeared, and instead, the sound of screeching brakes filled my ears. Instead of speeding off, the sound of the engine rapidly decelerated, and I slowly opened my eyes. The Audi had stopped less than a meter away from me, and the female driver was panting behind the steering wheel. I could hear the heavy breathing even from here. Finally close enough to identify the person in the car; it was Nancy! Her face was full of hatred, glaring at me like I was the worst kind of human being on this planet. As evil as she was, she didn’t dare to kill a person — I hoped. Leaping forward before she had time to zoom off, I ripped open the car door handle, demanding she get out of the vehicle. “Out, now! Come and face me Nancy, and stop hidi
Regretful Divorce: My Ex-Wife Is A Billionaire Chapter 36- A crazy drive-by
Emily’s POVMy car was parked in the outside lot and I quickly pulled out my keys. Fastening my seatbelt and preparing to drive home, a sudden jab came at my door. Fred had chased after me and was grabbing the door handle with one hand and tapping on my window with the other. His face was red. “Em, please, get out of the car. Let’s talk and resolve this…” he asked me through the glass. I rolled down my window halfway, just enough so he could hear me properly. “Fred, how many times do I need to repeat myself? I sound like a stuck record at this point. Please, stop bothering me,” I pleaded with Fred. “Again, I just want to know why you blocked my number. You never answered my question,” he continued again with the insistent probing. Ignoring his question, Fred raised his eyebrows at me, as if demanding an answer. “Tomorrow at 2 pm,” I stated. “Huh? What?” Fred asked, looking more confused than ever. “I want to get the divorce process right this time, this whole thing is dragging
Regretful Divorce: My Ex-Wife Is A Billionaire Chapter 35-Interruptions and interrogations
Emily’s POVIt seemed like my question was a hard one for Fred to answer…Perhaps there was some truth to it that he didn’t want to admit. Trying his best to answer, he still fumbled over my direct inquiry. Opening and closing his mouth like a goldfish out of water, he failed to speak. My patience was fading, but his ringing phone broke the silence. Reaching for his phone in his pocket, he peered down and his body froze. I looked down at the same time without realizing, and saw Nancy’s name pop up; the devil herself. Interrupting Fred and I, it was as if she were laughing at me from the other side. Fred hesitated to answer, so I helped him make the decision. “Wait!” Fred hollered, but it was too late. Snatching the phone from his hand with my uninjured one, I took the initiative and swiped open the call, immediately pressing the speaker button. There you go, decision made. Nancy’s sickly sweet voice cooed down the line. Fred wasn’t impressed with my impulsiveness, but there was
Regretful Divorce: My Ex-Wife Is A Billionaire Chapter 34-A gentle moment
Emily’s POV“Emily, are you okay?!” Fred’s face changed dramatically, and he instantly checked my hand. The metal from his TAG watch had caught my skin and ripped it by accident when he had pulled me. He abruptly took off his luxurious watch and randomly tossed it to the side. One of the waiters at a nearby outdoor table looked dumbstruck, hesitating about what to do with the situation. Rushing over to us, he asked what he could do to help, handing the TAG Heuer back to Fred. “Don’t worry about it, take it, I don’t want it. But I do need you to get me a first aid box, now!” Fred demanded while holding my injured hand. Still in disbelief that Fred just gifted him the expensive watch, as soon as Fred instructed him to fetch the kit, he ran inside without hesitation. Fred’s constant interjections were growing old, and I tried withdrawing my hand. However, Fred wouldn’t let go and insisted he help me deal with the cut. Everything inside me wanted to tell him to leave me alone. The cu
Regretful Divorce: My Ex-Wife Is A Billionaire Chapter 33-Playing hands
Emily’s POVOh my God, today must be my unlucky day. I’m beginning to think this town is way too small. As if my already bad day couldn’t get any worse, Fred walked over to us and slapped his friend’s arm. “Hey man, that was sore,” his friend declared, making an unpleasant face. “Listen, chaps, you can flirt with any woman in here, or around town for that matter, but this lady is off limits. Do you hear me?” Fred pronounced sternly. “Jeeze, man, what’s with you today, Fred?” the other friend questioned. “Nothing, nothing is wrong, but did you hear what I said?” “Yeah, yeah, alright sure. But who is this woman and what’s she to you?” Just as I was about to put the story straight, Fred answered for me. “She’s my sister and that’s that,” Fred lied. “Sister? Well, can you and your friends please just leave me alone, my dear brother? I came here for some peace,” snorting at his fabricated story. Fred knew I was mocking him, and suddenly looked embarrassed. Without seeming to car
Regretful Divorce: My Ex-Wife Is A Billionaire Chapter 32-Trying to catch a break
Emily’s POVAlthough the incident with Nancy was unpleasant, it felt so good to cause Nancy a little bit of anguish. She had caused me more than enough upset over the past few weeks. As I exited the boutique, I caught sight of my face in the window. Why would Fred leave me for such a hypocritical woman? Lost in thought, I couldn’t help but wonder where his mind was at. If Nancy were at least a decent human being, maybe I could forgive Fred’s indifference. In fact, I knew Nancy had returned home from her overseas trip a month earlier than she had Fred believe. She had sent me a threatening text message from an unknown mobile phone number. When Fred and I were together, I had saved her number on my phone, just in case I ever needed it. When I received the ominous message, I didn’t recognize the number. But even now, I still remember the exact contents of the text. ‘One day, you’re going to get what you deserve. A little word of advice: watch your back, Emily. You never know who is w
