Todos os capítulos de After Divorce, I Became A Multi-Billionaire: Capítulo 121 - Capítulo 130

Audrey blinked in shock as she struggled with the tears that had pooled behind her eyelids and were struggling to spill, her heart pounding in her chest, a rapid, painful rhythm that seemed to echo in her ears. For a moment, she could only stare at Ivy, whose eyes blazed with anger, her eyes wide with disbelief and pain. She could feel the eyes of everyone in the room on her, as she struggled to find her voice, “Why did you slap me, Ivy?” “Utter another word and I will finally ruin your face!” Ivy threatened, glaring at her. “I... I don't understand. What is going on?” her voice trembled as she spoke, feeling utterly exposed, and vulnerable in a way she hadn't felt in years. The humiliation of the slap in the presence of a maid was the one that hurt more. “You vile, deceitful woman!” Ivy spat, her accusatory voice cutting through the air like venom, “What did you do to Mother? What did you put in her drink?! Are you trying to kill her?!” She raged viciously. Audrey's breath cease

“What?!” Ivy stared in horror, her large eyes growing into wide circles, as her palms clamped over her mouth in bewilderment, upon hearing what her sister had just said.“Lost all of her memories?” The words sounded foreign to her lips. Are you kidding me?” She stared at Isla, who remained so unperturbed despite the fact that she had just dropped a shocking revelation. “I am leaving,” Isla rose to her feet instantly, her face stoic and hard as ever, as she sauntered past Ivy, who was quick to grab her by the arm in an instant. “Isla, wait,” Ivy stopped her from leaving, as she sidled to her front, “Is this true? I thought she lost just the bad ones,” Her desperate eyes filled with questions searched Isla's own, somehow wishing it was a joke. Something Isla said just to make her stop panicking. But, she knew Isla was not the type to make jokes. Isla shot a cold look at Ivy instantly, and she instantly let go of her arm, “Sorry,” she said casually, more interested in what she had j

Audrey sat in front of the dresser in her room with her eyes swollen and red from hours of crying, as she stared blankly at the surfeit skincare products, perfumes, cologne, facial masks, and all kinds of beauty products, her mind far from the direction of her eyes, but the painful memories of her betrayal flashing before her eyes. Hot, incessant tears streamed down her cheeks, as she buried her face in her hands, barely breathing properly, her heart twisting in so much pain as if she had been struck with a dagger. She thought of the pain she had put Zoe in because of her actions, and how it was so sad to see her helpless without her memories. She remembered the look of confusion that lingered in her eyes when she told her half the truth, and the image of her pained expression haunted her mind. It made her realize that she had just been so mean to Zoe just to be on the good side of the Meyers, so that she would not be the one to go through all of that. She was the one that receive

Marcel insisted on settling both their tabs when they were about to leave, and allowed her to walk before him as they strutted out of the bar together almost at the same pace, looking like stunning couples that had come in together to have the best time of their lives. The city lights twinkled around them as they strolled down the street, their hands brushing occasionally, with Audrey's heart almost exploding out on the spot, as a flutter of excitement that she hadn't experienced in a long time began to build in her heart. She felt a connection with Marcel that she hadn't felt in years, and she was eager to see where it would lead. It had been so long since she felt that way after her high school sweetheart, before she was married to Andre, and everything about her pleasure as a woman ended. They reached a quiet corner where a sleek, black Bentley was packed, and Marcel suddenly turned to her, his orbs boring deep into her like an enchantment, “I had a great time tonight, Audrey. D

The faint light of dawn filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow across the room as Audrey suddenly stirred awake, her eyes flickering open in an instant. She felt body soreness as she tried to stretch, while trying to be fully conscious of her environment. For a few seconds, she remained fixated on that spot, her eyes gazing at the ceiling of the room, as the memories of the previous night flooded her memories. How she met Marcel, the guy from the elevator, how they started talking and enjoyed each other's company, and how she followed him home in the end. Her heart skipped a beat the more she remembered how things had played between them after their ferocious kiss at the door, her cheeks turning red at the mere thought of it. She pinched her lower lip with her teeth the more she remembered it. How he planted spine-curling kisses on every part of her body, leaving no area unturned, tingled and stimulated her sensitive mounds and folds with his tongues, lips, and hot brea