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The Best Divorce: Never Forgive The Scandalous Billionaire The Woman with Whiskey Eyes
Chris's POVThe woman turns and I catch sight of her face—a little messy, with auburn hair falling in a loose bun that's somehow graceful. Her cheeks are soft and round, and her hazel eyes are lit with a warm, whiskey-like hue in the winter light.I realize I'm staring, feeling momentarily captivated, and I look away, scrubbing at the mud on my coat even thought I know it's pointless. “I’m so sorry,” she says, her voice soft . She fumbles in her bag, hands moving in a nervous.I glance at her hands, noticing her fingers tremble, and then I catch the way her eyes well up, a tear already slipping down her cheek. I'm thrown off. She looks so distressed—like this isn't just about a little mud.“Oh, hey, don’t—don’t cry.” I force a smile, trying for my usual charm. “Really, I’m not mad. Look, it’s just a coat. I should’ve seen you coming. If anything, I ought to beat myself up for standing there like a post.”She looks at me, surprised, with a faint blush spreading across her cheeks.“I
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Lillian's POVThat night, when I return to the hotel, my colleagues were gathered together drinking. They were chatting about the amusing things that happened while skiing during the day."Hi, Lillian. Come have a drink! How was your day?" one of my colleagues waved at me."I'm a bit tired. I'll head back to my room to rest," I said, forcing a smile.Then I just check the flight information, catch the earliest flight home.Two days later, I keep moving in and out of rooms, half-expecting him to call, to notice I left, to ask why.But I don't hear from him. No texts, no voicemails, nothing.It's on the third day that the front door finally creaks open and Michael walks in."Lillian, I'm glad you made it home safe." He holds a small shopping bag, the label from a familiar luxury brand. “Here," he says, chuckling lightly as he hands it to me. " A little apology. Figured you might appreciate something nice after all that...unpleasantness."I accept the bag, staring down at it as he keeps
The Best Divorce: Never Forgive The Scandalous Billionaire Sex is Sex, Love is Love.
Lillian's POVMichael takes a deep breath, trying to regain control. "Do you think a divorce will solve everything? Just toss away years of marriage because it got tough? You're being impulsive, Lillian.""This isn't a whim, or an impulsive decision. I'm tired, Michael. I'm done making excuses for you, done hoping things will change. Because, you don't want change, do you?""Do you really think I don't try? That I don't put in any effort?'"Effort would have been taking me to the hotel that night. I was cold, wet, humiliated, thrown out of your company. My knees were busted, every step had hurt, but you didn't care!""Lillian, I didn't know you were hurt-""I was right in front of you, were you too busy eyeing the pretty busty blond to notice the blood and scrapes on your wife!"Michael opens his mouth, but I cut him off. "Effort would have been defending me from Catherine's mockery. And don't you tell me she wasn't mocking me. She was, and you let her. "Michael's jaw tightens as he
The Best Divorce: Never Forgive The Scandalous Billionaire You'll End Up in a Mental Hospital!
Lillian's POVThe next day, Michael didn’t go to the office in the morning. Instead, he drives me to see a psychologist.I sit stiffly beside him, eyes on the window as the city blurs past. When the car finally pulls up outside the counseling center, my stomach tightens. I glance at Michael, who seems oddly calm.I wonder if he really believes this will fix anything. Or does he just want a witness to say this is all my fault?Inside, the counselor, a middle-aged woman with a warm smile, greets us. I force a polite nod. We’re escorted to the small office where she invites us to sit."So," she begins gently, "is there anything specific either of you would like to address today?"Before I can even process the question, Michael speaks up, launching into a version of events that makes my blood boil. "My wife has been unreasonable lately. She keeps coming up with these delusions that I am interested in the woman I work with. No matter how much I reassure her, she keeps pushing. A little j
The Best Divorce: Never Forgive The Scandalous Billionaire Finding Safety from a Man That's Not My Husband.
Lillian's POVI don’t know what he’s doing or what he wants, but I can feel the weight of his presence pressing on me, suffocating me. He raises something sharp, a fork, holding it close to my neck. I freeze, too scared to move as the cold metal presses against my skin, the prongs poised to strike.I can’t look at his face—my eyes are locked on the fork, tmy throat tight with fear. The onlookers on the street scatter like leaves in the wind, moving quickly out of the way, but no one dares step forward.I hear footsteps then, heavy and quick. Michael's voice cuts through the air, sharp with command. “You street rat scum!” he yells, his voice venomous “Let her go!”"Do you even know who I am? You have no Idea what you're doing, you fool."Michael’s insults only make it worse, and I can see the man’s lip curl as he presses the fork harder against my skin.I want to shout at him, to tell him to stop, to think for once. But I can’t.Pain surges in my neck—sharp, stinging. I gasp, feeling
The Best Divorce: Never Forgive The Scandalous Billionaire Leaving You Behind.
Lillian's POVWith the officer’s back facing me, I can’t tell what his expression is. “You shouldn’t force your wife into anything against her will. And right now, she doesn’t want you to accompany her to the hospital.” He turns his head, glancing back at me briefly, then shifts his attention back to Michael.“She’s my wife,” Michael says, as if that simple fact gives him absolute authority.“Sure, but marriage doesn’t mean you get to decide everything for her.”The words are simple, they likely mean nothing to the officer, but I find them shaking the foundations of my life. Is that not my marriage? Michael making all his choices and leaving me to pick up the broken pieces he leaves behind?I can’t help but feel grateful for the officer’s words. For the little shred of understanding.For the first time in a while, I feel like someone’s actually on my side.I tuck the thought in a far corner of my mind, feeling guilty. Michael is still my husband. I've loved him for a long time. I sh
The Best Divorce: Never Forgive The Scandalous Billionaire If I Were Your Husband.
Chris’s POVI try to focus on driving, but my mind stays stuck on the woman in the car with me. The faint scent of her hair lingers in the air between us, something soft and fresh, that reminds me of the open mountain air. It’s soothing at first, but then my thoughts shift, and the calm it brings sours. Her husband. The man is insufferable.Arrogant. Controlling. Self-important. Everything about him rubs me the wrong way. I’ve dealt with his type before—the kind of guy who sees the world as something he owns, everyone in it as either a pawn or a possession. The way he talked to her, gripped her arm like he owned her, made me want to break his fingers. If only I wasn’t law enforcement and had to be an example.I glance at her out of the corner of my eye. She’s quiet, her hands resting tensely in her lap as she picks at her nails. Even now, she looks like she’s holding something back, like there’s a wall built up just to keep herself together. I force myself to ease my grip on the
The Best Divorce: Never Forgive The Scandalous Billionaire Your Catherine is Waiting for You
Lillian’s POVI subtly turn my head, and my stomach tightens. Walking toward me with a smile that borders on smug is the last person I want to see.“Lillian! What a coincidence,” Catherine greets warmly, though her tone drips with something else entirely. Her gaze flicks briefly to Chris before settling on me. “What happened? Are you hurt?”“It’s nothing, just an accident.” I don’t want to give her the satisfaction of knowing anything more, and I certainly don’t want to interact with her in front of Chris.Catherine’s eyes narrow slightly as they land on Chris. She studies him, her eyes racking up and down his body, then her gaze turns to me, her brows lifted suggestively.Her finger raises, pointing at him as she begins, “And who is—”“We need to go,” I cut her off, turning to Chris before she can dig further or embarrass me with her disgusting thoughts. “Come on.”But Catherine steps closer and grabs my arm. “Wait, I asked Michael to meet me here at the hospital. Have you seen him
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The Best Divorce: Never Forgive The Scandalous Billionaire I’m Talking To A Cat
Michael’s POVI sit at the dining table, slowly stirring my coffee, the spoon clinking against the porcelain cup. Across from me, Ginja lounges on the windowsill, soaking up the morning sunlight. She flicks her tail lazily, completely unbothered by the mess of torn papers on the table—another divorce agreement, ripped to shreds like all the others.“Do you even care about any of this?” I ask her. “About her leaving? About me sitting here, looking like a fool every day?”Ginja flicks an ear, uninterested.I sigh and rub the back of my neck. “Yeah, I didn’t think so.”The sound of the papers crinkling under my arm draws my attention back to the divorce agreement—or what’s left of it. I pick up a torn piece and turn it over in my hand.“She’s not serious, you know,” I say, as if Ginja might argue. “This is just another one of her stunts. She wants me to chase her, to beg. But I’m not doing that. Not this time.”Ginja finally glances at me, her green eyes half-lidded. She lets out a tiny
The Best Divorce: Never Forgive The Scandalous Billionaire I Will Kill Ginja
Lillian’s POVAva flops onto my couch, tucking one leg under her as she looks around my new apartment. “Okay, spill. How are you liking the new place?”I smile faintly, glancing at the boxes I still haven’t unpacked. “It’s cozy. I really like it. It’s close to work, there’s a park nearby, and the layout’s perfect.”She raises an eyebrow. “I still can’t believe you got this place for the price you’re paying. I mean, a 20% discount? That’s crazy.”“Yeah, I got lucky. Chris lowered the rent for me.”“Wait. Chris? The neighbor who helped you move?”“Yeah, turns out he’s not just my neighbor. He’s the landlord.”Her jaw drops, and she points an accusatory finger at me. “And you’re just casually mentioning this now? Since when are you two on a first-name basis?”I sigh, rolling my eyes. “Since the second time we met, I guess. I didn’t know this was his apartment until I ran into him here.”“Wait, wait, wait. Back up. You’ve met before? How? When? And why is this man giving you discounts a
The Best Divorce: Never Forgive The Scandalous Billionaire Get Out of My House
Chris POVMichael’s glare hardens, and for a moment, I wonder if he’s actually going to take a swing at me. My body tenses, ready to deflect or block if necessary. Instead, he scoffs and gestures around the apartment.“This place?” He sneers, his voice dripping with disdain. “You’re telling me this is your apartment?”“That’s exactly what I’m saying. Lillian is my tenant. And you? You’re trespassing.”Michael freezes, his eyes narrowing as he processes my words. “Tenant?” he repeats.“Tenant,” I confirm. “I’m the landlord. The person who rented this apartment to her. And as the landlord, I have every right to kick you out.”“Unbelievable. Of all the places she could’ve moved, she ends up here? What, did you manipulate the situation? Drop the rent just to reel her in?”“The agent sent me a list of potential tenants. When I saw her name, I figured it was a sign. She needed a place, and I had one. Simple as that.”Michael’s jaw tightens, and he glances at Lillian, who’s standing off to t
The Best Divorce: Never Forgive The Scandalous Billionaire My Husband Crashes our Dinner.
Lillian’s POVChris offers to help me move as soon as he spots me struggling with the heavy box.“You don’t have to do this,” I protest weakly, even as he lifts the box like it weighs nothing.“Neighbors help each other,” he says with an easy smile. “Besides, it looks like you’ve got enough to keep you busy for a while.”I laugh softly, trying not to focus on the way his shirt stretches over his shoulders as he carries the box inside. “Thanks, Chris. Really. You didn’t sign up for this, though.”Chris grabs one of the heavier boxes labeled Books and lets out an exaggerated groan as he lifts it.“Okay, Lillian, be honest. Are these actual books or bricks disguised as books?”“They’re classics! You know, the cornerstone of every decent library.”“Cornerstone? More like a literal foundation.” He pretends to stumble under the weight, leaning against the wall as if he might collapse. “Do you really need all of these?”“Absolutely. Don’t tell me you’re one of those people who thinks digital
The Best Divorce: Never Forgive The Scandalous Billionaire Hunting For a New Home.
Lillian’s POVMichael takes a step back, his expression caught somewhere between anger and hurt. For a moment, I think he’s going to argue, but instead, he raises his hands in surrender.“I’m not forcing you. But at least let me take you back to your friend’s house. I don’t trust you walking out there alone.”“Fine. But you drop me off and leave. That’s it.”He nods stiffly, leading the way to his car. “I’ll give you some time to calm down,” Michael says after a few minutes, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly. “But about the divorce, I will not agree to it.”I turn to him, my voice sharp. “Then I’ll calm down for the rest of my life, Michael. Whether or not you agree to the divorce, we are done. Dragging this on is meaningless.”“You don’t mean that.”“I mean every word,” I snap.The rest of the drive is spent in tense silence. When we pull up in front of Ava’s apartment, I don’t wait for him to say anything else. I step out and slam the door shut behind me, not looking ba
The Best Divorce: Never Forgive The Scandalous Billionaire Mother-in-law and I have a talk over dinner
Lillian’s POVMichael’s mother’s gaze narrows, her lips pursed so tightly they look like a single straight line. “You know we’re taking a family photo today,” she says. “How could you not wear something nice, or even put on makeup? Are you deliberately trying to embarrass us?”“Excuse me?” I say.Eleanor scoffs, tilting her head as if I’m some unruly child. “You heard me, dear. It’s a family tradition. A professional photographer comes every year. Everyone knows to look their best. But I suppose that sort of consideration is too much to expect from you.”“I didn’t realize I needed to meet a dress code to eat dinner.”Her eyes narrow even further. Before I can say more, Michael’s sister, Vanessa, appears, sliding into the conversation like a snake. She’s always been good at turning small sparks into full-blown fires.“She has a point, Lillian,” Vanessa chimes in. “It’s not that hard to put in a little effort. I mean, you knew tonight was important, didn’t you?”“I dressed appropriatel
The Best Divorce: Never Forgive The Scandalous Billionaire I’ll go to your damn dinner.
Lillian’s POVI wake to a loud banging on the door, each knock rattling through the quiet apartment. Groggily, I sit up, wondering if I’m still dreaming. But then Michael’s voice cuts through the silence.“Lillian! Open the door!”My heart sinks. For a moment, I freeze, staring at the ceiling. It’s still dark outside, the faint glow of the streetlights barely filtering through the curtains. I reach for my phone.4:47 AM.What the hell is he doing here?I grab my phone, unblock his number, and call him.“Michael, go home,” I say as soon as he picks up.“I’m not leaving,” he snaps. “Not until you talk to me.”“Are you seriously making a scene right now?” I hiss, keeping my voice low. “You’re going to wake everyone up.”“Good. Maybe they’ll talk some sense into you.”The sound of footsteps draws my attention. Ava appears in the room, her face a mix of exhaustion and annoyance, her hair sticking up on one side.“Do you know what’s going on?” she whispers.“It’s Michael,” I mutter, hanging
The Best Divorce: Never Forgive The Scandalous Billionaire I Want Her Address!
Michael’s POVHer laughter rings out, light and carefree. It’s been so long since I’ve heard her laugh like that—too long. But that’s not what stops me in my tracks. It’s the way she leans into him, the way his hand lingers near her waist like he belongs there. And the matching outfits? Perfectly coordinated, as if they’re some kind of... couple.The blood rushes to my head, a mix of disbelief and fury. For days, she’s refused to see me, sending divorce papers instead, while this—this policeman—has been keeping her company? My hands clench into fists.Before I know it, I’m crossing the room. She doesn’t notice me, too busy smiling up at him like he’s the center of her universe. When I reach her, my hand moves of its own accord, clamping down on her arm.Her smile vanishes instantly. She whirls around, and her eyes widen when she sees me. “Michael.”The way she says my name, as if she doesn’t have a drop of care for me, cuts deeper than I care to admit.“What’s this?” I demand, ges
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Lillian’s POVChris makes his way over. Ava vanishes into the crowd, doing what she does best—networking, laughing, effortlessly making connections. I fidget with the soft gold bracelet on my wrist, the only thing I brought with me that wasn’t borrowed from Ava’s closet. My dress, an elegant emerald green she picked out, is a perfect nod to the 1920s with its shimmering beads and fitted silhouette. “Lillian. Long time no see,” Chris says as he arrives by my side.“I didn’t expect to see you here.” “Same here,” he says. “How’s the neck?” For a second, I’m confused, but then I remember. The fork. The man with the mental illness. “It’s fine now,” I say. “I tend to forget it’s there.” “Good to hear. It’s been worrying me for days, but I had no way to check in on you.” “I’m sorry,” I say, feeling guilty for never using the number he gave me.“No! No. I didn’t mean it like that. Look at me messing things up.”“You’re not messing things up,” I say.“Let's change the subject. This ban
