All Chapters of The Divorcee's Redemption : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

~Elena’s POV~ A tired sigh leaves my lips as I step onto the porch of our home, my heels making clicking sounds against the wooden floor. I feel so exhausted from my flight back from London. The Three days I spent away from my husband has been absolute torture. I had gone on a business trip to London, just a short one. The deal was finalized quicker than expected, because Mr. More, my client, insisted we wrap everything up a day earlier than expected due to a family event he had with his daughter. Which meant I got to come home early. A smile tugs at my lips as I think about tonight. Damian has no idea I’m back. I had been dying to surprise him, and now, I finally could. Heat rises in my cheeks as my plans for tonight run through my head. I'm not gonna lie. I had plans. Big ones. My heart clenches in anticipation. Gosh, I missed him so much, it hurts. I dig through my bag for my keys, balancing the small gift bag on my wrist. My phone vibrates, and Isa’s name flashes on

~Elena’s POV~ (At Los Angeles International Airport) “I need a ticket to New York.” The blonde airline attendant blinks at me, taking in my tear stained face with pity written all over her face. She must be wondering what happened to me. If I was robbed or running away. She wouldn’t be wrong. “Give me a minute, ma’am.” Her voice is polite, but I can hear the concern underneath. I must look like a wreck. I bite down on the inside of my cheek to keep my emotions at bay, gripping the handle of my suitcase so tightly my knuckles turn white. The taxi ride here had been unbearable Every mile away from that house should have been a relief, but instead, the silence suffocated me. My mind replayed everything on a loop, each memory another knife to my chest. Damian. Sophia. The baby I had tried not to cry. Had tried not to let my emotions consume me. But the second I slid into that taxi, the dam broke. And I let it. I clench my jaw as anger, pain and rage come rushing back, hot a

~Sebastian’s POV~ The second the jet touches down at Teterboro, I already know Lucas is going to be a problem. He’s leaning against the black SUV waiting on the tarmac looking like he owns the damn world, sleeves pushed up, grinning like the bastard he is. The late afternoon sun catches in his dark hair, and the wicked glint in his eyes tells me he’s about to be insufferable. I barely step off the plane before he’s pushing off the car with a lazy smirk. “L.A. treated you well, I take it?” His voice drips with amusement as he sizes me up, as I got closer.“Tell me, did you at least fuck someone interesting this time, or was it the usual silicone obsessed, daddy issues crowd?” I shoot him a bored look, step past him, and slide into the backseat without a word. Lucas laughs, like the asshole he is, before sliding in next to me. “Ah, so it was the usual. Jesus, man. You’ve got to do better. I keep telling you, you need a real challenge. Someone who’ll make you sweat, keep you on your

~Sebastian’s POV~ It’s been three days since Harrington. Three days of silence from him. Not like I cared. My Father on the other hand sure cares a lot. For three days, my Father has been blowing up my phone with calls. I ignore every single call. But, apparently, that’s not enough to keep him out of my goddamn house. And now,the minute I step inside my house, I know I’m up for a drama I didn't sign up for. Charles is waiting. So is Nathan. I make a mental note to change my passcode the second they leave because I can't barging into my space like they fucking own it. My father sits in his usual poised, superior as fuck posture. His legs are crossed, hands clasped, face carved from stone. Unreadable. But the fury radiating off him? That’s impossible to miss. Nathan, on the other hand, leans back against the bar, pouring himself a glass of my whiskey like he fucking owns the place. His lips curl into a knowing smirk the second he sees me. They’ve been waitin

~Elena’s POV~ Buzz! Buzz! My alarm blares like a siren, yanking me out of sleep like I owe it money. I groan, slamming my hand against the clock until the damn thing shuts up. Then it hits me. Shit. I don't have enough time to get ready for my interview. I don't even have an idea of what I'm going to wear. I bolt upright, my brain struggling to claw its way out of the comfort of the night rest. My legs feel like lead as I drag myself out of bed, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. I step into the living room and it looks like a tsunami has thrown up here. Isa and her latest conquest, a half-naked, tousle haired guy sprawls out on the couch, limbs tangled, looking like they just survived a war… or started one. The room is a fucking disaster. Empty pizza boxes. Beer bottles. Discarded clothes. A red bra hanging off the goddamn lamp. I blink. Then scowl. "Wake up, you hungover disasters!" I slam my hand on the table like a judge delivering a death sentence. Isa l