All Chapters of My Secret Billionaire Ex-wife: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

ADAM’S POVSitting in my office, I feel like a donkey. This is the twenty-third candidate I am interviewing to fill in Aria’s position and none of them seem to fit in her shoes. I sit and ponder, why am I even searching for someone who will be literally just a replacement for Aria?She is gone from this company and I should at least search for someone who is different from her, but it seems that she has become a habit of mine. I realize that I shall never be able to get over her and now I feel weak. I, Adam Miller, who has always been above everyone, including Aria, seem to be at her mercy.I have still not heard from her after a week and I have been expecting her to come begging me to take her back, but until now, nothing! This is really frustrating. I keep asking myself if she has not found another man and forgotten about me completely.Ever since she left the company, I have had a messed up life. I was the CEO of Miller Corporation and to me, all employees should have the same stat

ARIA’S POV How dare he touch me and ask me about my private matters! Why is he acting like he owns me? He has never been this way with me. Why this sudden change? “Aria is still my wife and you have no right to interfere in my private matter, Uncle Regis!” Adam exclaims in anger. “You’re so funny, Adam! I still don’t get it. Why aren’t you letting me go? You should be happy that I am out of your life and now you can enjoy your Sophia, no?!” I say sarcastically. I am not letting him control me like he used to do. “I don’t need anyone! I need you,” he tries to approach her, but all I see is his uncle getting between us. “Need?! Since when have you started needing me?! Does a marriage strife solely on needs or love or respect?” I ask. I know that Adam believes that his uncle must be my new man and that he is taking very good care of me when it should have been him instead. Why would he be jealous now? “Aria… We can sort out our marital issues together in private, rather than stan

ARIA’S POV Regis invited me to a party. Actually, I did not feel like it, but he said that now was the right time for me to focus on my career. In a way, he was right. These days, to forget everything that Adam has done to me, I need a distraction or rather, to be more selfish and take myself more seriously. Part of me wants to stay indoors and reflect on the events that have affected my life. But looking at the bright side, I am now free. I was alone in this relationship all along. I have shed blood, sweat and tears, yet what have I gotten in return? Lies, betrayals, ill-treatment and my freedom being taken away from me. Thinking about my dad angers me further. I have never felt safe around any men; not Adam and now my Dad. I wonder how my brothers will be. The only man who is my backbone is Regis. It seems that Grandpa and he understand me the most. I feel lazy to get ready for a party and the way Regis puts it, it is a big event. He is making sure every business tycoon in the U

EVA’S POVI see Aria clicking on her Instagram from her phone, going to Stella Newton’s official account and tapping on her profile. In Stella's recent post, the latter is showing how she is creating her latest dress which to my utter horror; what Aria is currently wearing.The ladies who are gathered around us gasp as they see the video. I start to hear them say all kind of things.“Wow! She’s so lucky to get her dress made from Stella Newton,”“Do you even know how difficult it is to even get an appointment from her boutique?“I tried to get her to design my dress for this event, but I was on the waiting list,”As I watch Aria strut in her Stella Newton dress, a surge of rage flooded my senses, burning hotter with every step she takes. How dare she flaunt her undeserved privilege? The sight of her confidence and pride only fuels the fire within me, igniting a primal urge to lash out.Her smirk, so smug and self-assured, taunts me like a red rag to a bull. I clench my fists, feelin

ARIA’S POV Adam is appalled at my guts. Before, what used to be said to me in public, I used to be very submissive. Now, things have changed. As he puts it, I have changed. It is a total transformation and the breaking of the shackles. The woman who stands before him is more adamant and resilient. “We’re in public and you can’t keep quiet, Aria?!” I see it in Adam's eyes—the expectation for me to conform, to play the role of the submissive one while Eva emerges victorious. It is a script he is all too familiar with, one where I remain silent and compliant, allowing others to dictate the terms of my existence. “Do I care what you think about me or expect from me?” Adam seems frustrated, arguing with me. He is giving up and I am loving it. I shall do my best to hurt him at each and every occasion I get. I am sparing no one. At that moment, Regis approaches me, removes his jacket and covers the stain on my dress. Yes, the dress is black, but the marks are already showing. It is lik