All Chapters of Leave Me Alone, Ex-husband: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

George’s company is in turmoil. It is on the verge of collapsing, and Michael’s family is ready to take over. To save the company, George needs the 10% share I hold. And it draws everyone’s attention.People who didn’t know about my and George’s relationship started talking about us. Everyone is eager to know what our relationship is like.Now it is known to the public that I am George’s ex-wife. As soon as the news spread, people started talking about us.The chaos in the media and on social platforms is overwhelming.Rumors and speculations about George's company and our relationship spread like wildfire, fueling an already volatile situation. People from all walks of life are caught up in the drama, expressing their opinions, some with empathy, others with judgment and scorn.The public's curiosity knows no bounds. Tabloids and gossip columns have a field day, creating sensational headlines and stories about the downfall of our marriage. The plagiarism scandal from my past is dredg

Vivian’s POV…I hurry down the street, ignoring George. My legs are shaking, and my pulse is pulsating rapidly. The encounter with George has left me shaken and heartbroken. I can't believe he still prioritizes Megan over everything else, even his own child. It's as if all those days we spent together meant nothing to him.I hate him. Anger and resentment well up inside me as I think about the time I wasted loving him. I feel disappointed in myself for not seeing his true nature sooner. If only I had walked away from him earlier, maybe I wouldn't be in this painful situation now.I have been feeling guilty these days, thinking I have done wrong with him and his company. But after talking to him I realize that he deserves it. I did nothing wrong.I wipe the tears that trickle down my face. I make a vow to myself to forget about George, to let go of the pain he caused me, and to start anew without his shadow hanging over me.A car pulls over beside me.“Vivian…”I pause and turn to look

It is almost midnight when Michael drops me off at my apartment. Nowadays, he lives in his family mansion. So he is leaving. But his eyes linger on me, asking me to stop him.Michael's fingers gently brush against my cheek. His eyes are filled with longing, and I can feel the warmth of his affection.I am aware of his desire, but I am not yet ready for intimacy with him. So, I don’t stop him."Good night," he says.He passes his fingers through his hair and turns to leave. I reach out and stop him before he leaves. Our hands intertwine, and I pull him closer, my heart racing with a mixture of emotions. I press my lips against his. His embrace tightens, and I can sense the depth of his feelings for me.As I continue kissing him, I find myself growing more confident in my decision. Michael has been patient, understanding, and supportive throughout our journey together, and I can see the love in his eyes. I know that he will be a devoted partner.Breaking the kiss, I murmur softly agains

"Leave me alone, you motherfucker," Megan yells as one man drags her out.I look at the tall figure approaching me, my body trembling in dread. The man yanks at my arm and pulls me up, hauling me out as if my body is weightless.As I step out of the small compartment, my eyes widen in shock and fear as I take in the sight before me. The dim lighting inside the container did not prepare me for the harsh brightness of the outside world. The glaring sun reflects off the metal shipping containers, intensifying the already sweltering heat of the dockyard.The vast area is filled with rows upon rows of containers, creating a maze-like landscape. The dockyard itself seems abandoned, with only a few armed men patrolling the area. Their stern expressions and the guns they carry send a shiver down my spine, making me realize the dangerous situation I am in.I glance back at the container from which I emerged, realizing that this is where they have been keeping us."George…" Megan shouts and wri

I stir, open my eyes, and look around my surroundings, only to see white walls all around me. I am lying on a hospital bed. I have no idea how long I have been sleeping."Thank goodness, you are all right," he murmurs as he holds me close, his hands gently rubbing my back. His concern is evident, and I can't help but feel grateful to have him by my side."How long have I been sleeping?" I inquire, trying to piece together the events that led me to this hospital bed. My memory is foggy, and I only have fragmented recollections of passing out on the way back home because of fear and exhaustion."Almost eight hours," he replies, his eyes locked on mine. "I was so scared. I sat here the whole time, waiting for you to wake up."His care and devotion touch my heart, and I smile to reassure him. "I am fine now... feeling refreshed," I say, even though my body still feels shaken from the ordeal.Michael smiles back, his gaze tender as he cups my face. He leans in and places a gentle kiss on m