All Chapters of Love After Divorce: My Ex Wife Is A Billionaire : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

AdelineI set the table for two, even though I knew better. The clock on the wall ticked steadily, its sound echoing in the silent kitchen. The aroma of roasted chicken filled the room, a blend of herbs and spices that I’d hoped would be enticing enough to lure Xander home for dinner. But I knew it wouldn’t work. It hadn’t in years. “Why do you bother, Adeline?” I muttered to myself, shaking my head. “He’s not going to walk through that door.” I took a seat at the table, staring at the empty chair across from me. I could almost see him there, his tall frame and stern expression, but it was just a trick of the mind, a ghost of what never really was. Xander had always been indifferent to me in our marriage. He barely acknowledged my presence, his attention constantly absorbed by work or his own thoughts. In the beginning, I had tried to reach out, to break through the wall he had built around himself, but over time, I realized my efforts were in vain. He didn't love me. He never had.

Adeline “Sit down, Adeline,” My father said. Thank you to him for relieving my embarrassment. I sat mechanically on the couch with my mind blank. Sasha was seated right beside Xander, his arm draped over her. "Adeline! So lovely to see you again," she trilled. I knew it was all a performance. That sweet smile, the wide, welcoming arms - none of it reached her eyes. “Sasha, when did you come back? Xander, why are you here with Sasha?” When I finished asking, I realized that my voice was hoarse. No one can remain calm after seeing her husband and sister show intimacy. “Adeline, don’t be rude to Sasha,” Xander said. Am I rude? I just asked normally that he was so protective of my sister and neglected his wife. If he has been as cold as he has been in the past few years, I can live with it. But seeing him so protective of Sasha, I couldn’t stand it anymore. “Am I rude? She stole my husband and flirted with my husband.” I spat, unable to hold back the venom in my voice. Sasha ga

XanderThe embossed invitation felt slick with a kind pressure in my hand. The designer hosting the event was a top name in the industry, the kind of person every trendy woman like Sasha, my girlfriend, worshipped. Sasha had been raving about the jewelry for weeks, especially the new piece Adie Luxe was set to unveil. Personally, I couldn't care less about jewelry or fashion. When the invitation arrived, I wanted to skip it entirely, but Sasha wouldn’t hear of it.“Xander, you don’t understand,” she had said for the hundredth time, practically bouncing with excitement. “Adie Luxe is releasing a new piece! We have to go. I need to see the face behind the brand. Everyone’s talking about it. This is the biggest event of the season! Did you know their last piece sold for half a million at auction? That’s how influential they are. Just imagine seeing their work up close!”I nodded absentmindedly, her words blending into the background. I didn't share her enthusiasm for jewelry or fashion

AdelineI stood close to the window as I took in the morning mist and the strong smell of coffee and vanilla that filled my office. My office was at the top of my building, and I took in the view before me. I had the best one on the entire floor. My legs were still a bit sore from yesterday. Wearing heels around the hall for hours was a hassle.I tried not to think about what happened with him last night. I didn't expect them to show up at the party last night. Who would have thought he was interested in jewelry. I had a lot of deals at the opening, and a lot of people offered collaborations with me, a ton of good brands. And I couldn’t be more excited. At least I know I will be fine until the end of the year before I reveal another rare gem.I heard a knock on the door before the door was pushed open, and Bea, my assistant, walked in with a box in her hands."Sorry for being late," She replied as she placed the box on the table."What kept you? Traffic?" I asked as I turned ar

Adeline I grabbed my coat from the hanger and dialed the driver's number to have him wait for me downstairs. Despite my reluctance, I had to go home to have dinner. My high heels echoed through the empty hall, and I stretched and got into the car. "Where are we going?" The driver asked when he saw my reflection in the mirror. "Take me to my father's house." I nodded in response. My father's house, not my home. From the day I left five years ago, I knew that no one in this home welcomed me. And now, my father called me to come home for dinner. I wonder how they will react to seeing their daughter after five years of absence. A few minutes later we arrived at the house. I asked the driver to go back first, I had my plan. Looking at the familiar house in front of me, I pulled my bag closer to myself and walked to the door. I rang the doorbell, and when it rang a second time, my father poked his head out. He pulled me into a hug, "Adeline, my daughter. I miss you so much, we