All Chapters of After Divorce, I Became A Multi-Billionaire: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Tired of spacing out and getting roped into more confusion, Zoe made her way back to the large oak tree that had stood at the entrance of the town, and parked her car a few miles away from it. She slumped against its sturdy trunk that had been made into a fine chair, and stared at the patchwork of fields and meadows that were around where she sat, as the scent of wildflowers and fresh hay filled the air, mingling with the distant, earthy aroma of tilled soil. As she gazed out at the peaceful landscape, trying to enjoy the sight that she was looking at, the silence around felt so heavy upon her, reminding her that she might have been plunged into an illusion that had been created in her head just because of some cheesy news. Zoe struggled to focus on the beauty of what she could see and not the pain that had settled in her heart, as she brought out one of the breads she had purchased a few hours ago, and began to eat the cold dough. Sighing wearily and heavily the more she thoug

It had been a few days since Zoe returned to work and started coming home, and things had slightly changed as preferred by her. She had a new room across Malcolm's perfectly decorated and set up to her taste, and the only maid that was permitted to come to their lounge area was Erin, and the newest one, Hailey, which made others oblivious of the room split between the two. However, Malcolm made it a routine to go and visit Zoe at her office after work, even though she ended up giving him a few excuses regarding work as to why she couldn't spend more than a few minutes with him. And as for Martin, they had been unable to meet since the last time, because he had been busy shooting his restaurant promotional commercial. Retrieving the card and other documents which she had taken a picture of inside Irina's safe had been her utmost goal in the house again, but it was almost impossible because getting into Irina's room without her being there was more difficult than before, and it seemed

Audrey's days at the Meyers mansion had become harder than they had ever been in her entire life, and she soon realized the pain of having to be treated like a piece of trash by the family. She had to get up from her bed as early as 4:00 AM to begin to cook three-course dishes for everyone, and she had to complete each variety before 7:30 AM, when everyone would come out to eat breakfast. She worked tirelessly every morning, the clock ticking mercilessly forward. It became worse because it was hard to keep up with the unnecessary meals that would end up wasted that she had to cook, and Isla, who had been away from home for about two weeks, suddenly returned, making her work more hectic. Every time in the dining hall where she stood to confirm if everyone was satisfied with what they got, she would watch Zoe walk into the dining room, take her seat, and barely eat much from whatever was served for the day without complaints before turning to leave. And, she never met her eyes no

The silence in the room was heavy, almost suffocating as Audrey waited, her heart pounding with each passing second as her eyes continued to dart to the doors nonstop, while awaiting Zoe's arrival. She had practiced in her head over and over how she would act if Zoe came in, and the words she would put together to show how sorry she was for being so mean, and avoiding her like a plague for the past weeks. When the doors to the room finally opened, having waited for a long time, her breath hitched in trepidation, as her eyes caught a wind of Zoe stepping into the room so elegantly. Instantly, she sank to her knees, the pain of having to put up with so much hatred and pain in the Meyers home, driving her even more, “I am so sorry, Zoe,” she choked out, her voice trembling with emotion. Tears had begun to trickle down her cheeks as her vision blurred while looking at Zoe, who was still startled by her sudden breakdown, “I am sorry for everything I have ever done to you Zoe. Everythin

“Did you find what you were looking for?” Audrey, who had been singing while preparing to cook lunch, moved to the other side of the kitchen the moment Zoe entered. “No,” Zoe didn't turn to look at her, as she walked to the refrigerator to grab a life lobster, and casually placed it on the kitchen countertop. “Goodness. She must have changed the layout of her room, and hidden it somewhere else. Do you want to try again?” She walked casually to where the gas cooker was to place a pot on it, and turned on the fire. “I will just have to get in another time, and end this once and for all,” Zoe mumbled without moving her lips. “What?” Audrey didn't hear her properly. “Nothing,” she responded, “I probably don't need it again.” “What were you looking for though?” Audrey began to sprinkle diced onions into the already sizzling oil she had added to the pot, as she did a little dance. “Audrey?” Zoe suddenly called, her attention still on the lobster that she had begun to cut carefully