All Chapters of Divorcing him: Mr billionaire doesn't want our baby: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

NateThe water from the shower sluiced down my back and went to the marble floor, taking away with it my mental exhaustion.It'd been a crazy week— right from the moment I had gotten the call that Eve was terribly injured in an accident to the time she lost her baby and finally to the time that I was slapped by Vivian in front of people in the hospital .The house was unusually quiet as I finished from the shower and something on my face made me stop and look more closely into the mirror. One of my cheeks was looking redder than the other one even though it was a day after, it didn’t matter. Looking at the cheek made the memories of a few hours ago flash right before my eyes, causing my mood to sour.I couldn’t describe the shock that came from getting slapped by Vivian and then finding out about her uterine Evacuation in the same moment.I had nightmares from just thinking about it, my mind kept replaying the pain and the hatred that came from looking into her eyes. I have never felt

VivianI stood before him, letter in hand, feeling a sense of liberation wash over me. It was time to do the needful. I needed to let him go and set myself free from the emotional turmoil I had subjected myself to in all these years. I held out the letter waiting for him to respond but he kept watching me with a look of indifference. I watched as his face slowly morphed from one of indifference to mockery and amusement. What was so funny about turning in my letter? I thought angrily.He kept on laughing, gazing at me with a condescending look. I waited, seething silently in anger and frustration. I was going to be out of here soon anyways. All I needed was a go ahead from him."You think you can just walk in here and retire?" He scoffed, his voice dripping with disdain. I looked at him in confusion wondering if I was forever going to be trapped in this with him. Just what have I gotten myself into?"You have to submit your termination letter three months ahead of time. It's in the co

NATEMy hands struck the door as my shoes were now soiled in water, My body hitting the door as panic surged through me.I hope, Vivian wasn’t stupid to do what I was already thinking.“Vivian!”I roared as my shoulder connected with the door one more time and my mind conjured up more images that showed just how much, how miserable I would be if Vivian had drowned while in my own house under lock and key, thinking I was protecting her.I had to save her. My shoulder connected with the door one more time and a huge hole was formed, my hands punched and tore a hole in the wall, cutting myself deeply as blood flowed freely but the pain was nonexistent because I was too focused on something else to think about that for a minute.“Vivian!!” I roared again but there was no answer as I tried to forcefully pry the door open and enter into the room, the maids had followed me and I swiftly looked back “Get a doctor, Now!” I commanded, wanting to spare anybody whatever sight lay behind the closed

Vivian I slowly opened my eyes, groggily taking in my surroundings. This was Nate's bedroom, but I had no memory of how I got there. The last thing I remembered was struggling against him and then... nothing. As I struggled to sit up, a wave of dizziness washed over me, forcing me back onto the pillow. That's when I saw him, Nate, sitting in the armchair beside my bed, watching me with a concerned expression. "What... what are you doing here?" I croaked, my throat parched. Nate got up quickly and poured me a glass of water from the bedside table. "You've been ill, Vivian. The doctor said you needed rest and someone to take care of you." I took a sip of the water, trying to clear my foggy mind. “But, aren't you supposed to be at work or something?” Nate smiled wryly. "I need to ensure you take care of yourself without resisting the maids stubbornly. Consider me your temporary personal bodyguard.” I was taken aback by his words. Nate, taking care of me? It was a foreign concept, o

Vivian's POV If I wanted to escape, I would have done so already. I could not understand why Nate felt the need to escort me to the supermarket. On the list of unnecessary things and overreactions, this one ranked high on the list. We were only shopping for sanitary pads! Pads! It was an ordinary and easy errand. It was not anything that required the help of a tall muscled man especially when he wants to act like a personal bodyguard. I facepalmed as I thought of his overreaction when I told him I wanted to head out. I was now behind him as we navigated the aisles of the store, picking out the toiletries. We turned a corner and I spotted a few household essentials that we would be needing. Nate needed to check another section of the mall and seemed so engrossed in picking different pads for me. It was amusing really, how he kept asking the attendants about what he'd be needing for that time of the month like he was the one on his period. I left him with the attendant, finally gla