All Chapters of The Stranger He Became: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Chloe scanned through her side of the wardrobe as she towel-dried herself and pushed down the pang of pain as she glanced at Kylian's side of the wardrobe, resisting the urge to run her fingers over his neatly pressed suits. It would just make her cry all over again, and she didn't want that.Just as it has been for a while now, Chloe is rarely in the mood for heavy outfits and makeup. having lost the drive to look good since Kylian stopped looking at her the way he used to.She slid into comfy jeans and a casual shirt and didn't bother to check out her reflection in the mirror before leaving the walk-in closet. As she headed for the bedroom door, Chloe grabbed her purse and phone and slipped into her sneakers.She was late, but she didn't care. She was the owner of THE GIRLY LUX. A fashion house that produced one of the best lingerie brands ever sold in New York. While Emma's fashion store, LA BEVA, produced the same things, they have both been successful in their own rights. There i

Kylian refused to look at the woman he called his wife. From the sound of her voice, he knew she was crying, and while a part of him wanted to go to her and hold her, he stayed put and pinned his eyes on the papers in front of him.She's getting what she deserves, he told himself."Y-you don't mean this," she said, trying to assure herself."Chloe, what part of my wanting a divorce don't you understand?" Kylian asked. He knew he was being mean to her and had never spoken to her that way, but he didn't care.She had lied to him! Made a fool of him!"Why, Kylian? I've never done anything to deserve this."His head whipped up at her statement, and his eyes held daggers. "You deserve much worse. You pretentious cheat!"Chloe took a step back, her lips quivering as his cruel words hit her like bullets. "Don't talk to me like that. You know me, Ky. You love me.""No. No. I don't." He pointed at her as he said each word. "I could never love someone so shallow and filthy... Marrying you, Chlo

Chloe could see why the girl would think that. She had left her office in a hurry and hadn't returned her calls or texts.What could a seventeen-year-old possibly know about love and heartbreak?"Calm down, Ollie. I'm not in any kind of danger. I'm just dealing with some things right now.""Dealing with what?" Ollie gasped over the phone. "OMG! Are you pregnant?""No, I'm not--" But Ollie no longer heard her; the girl was on a roll."Because that would explain your absence, the way you looked unwell, and you're also ignoring me. Pregnant women tend to need their men to do everything for them.""Ollie, I'm not—" Chloe frowned."Oh my gosh, can I come to visit? You forgot your purse here last week, so I can use that as an excuse. The girls say you live in a mansion and have servants for everything. Oh, can I be the fun aunt? Because I know you wouldn't let me be the godmother while Emma is around. I'm great with kids, so...”"I’m not pregnant, Ollie. I'm going through a divorce!" Chloe

CHAPTER 8Kylian had been too impatient to wait for his driver to return from wherever he had strolled out to; it was a matter he would deal with later. Kylian loathed incompetence, and it was an abomination to look away when he perceived it.Presently, his eyebrows remained furrowed, and his blue eyes stared intently at the road ahead as he accelerated, almost driving at a prohibited speed level.Maybe he could make things work. His mother had made a lot of sense, and her visit had got him reshuffling his priorities and recalling the vows he offhandedly declared on the glorified altar when Chloe was adorned so perfectly in her wedding dress, an envy to all spectators.If she was ready to make things work, then he perceived that they could feel the love that once dwelt in their midst.The tires of his Bentley scratched the tarred driveway, and he stopped abruptly in the compound. A quick inspection of the fleet of cars parked under an ornamental shade gave him a false assurance that C

A feeling of emptiness rose within her, and the house suddenly became distasteful. Emma had been generous enough to welcome her into her apartment, although she was now away. The gentle breeze cascading through the environment pulled the hem of her long evening dress in its direction while Chloe focused on the birds twittering happily on the tree a few yards away. She held the red wine in her hand with little regard for its fragile balance, lost in thought as her restless mind drifted to the unhappy circumstances that had taken over her once joyful and ideal life. She never thought she would be this woman, sitting on a lone bench, mourning her ripped-apart marriage. Nor had she devised the thought that Kylian would toss her out like a useless rag doll. The wine and the cool evening breeze weren't giving her the comfort she desired. If anything, the wind was trying to rob her of her garment. With straining breath, she lifted herself off the garden bench and dropped the wine glass