All Chapters of Divorcing him: Mr billionaire doesn't want our baby: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Vivian I glanced at my watch and realized it was almost past lunchtime. I had been so caught up with settling into the new job and meeting the boss that I had forgotten to eat. My stomach growled, reminding me of the need to be refuelled. I started packing up my stuff intending to head to the cafeteria. I looked forward to some quiet lunchtime alone, it would give me the space to think about the surprise encounter I just had with my boss. It was a series of events that left me dazzled. As I stood up from my desk, the interviewer sauntered in and stood in front of my desk. “Vivian, the board would like you to join them for lunch,” she said with a smile. I stared at her, my eyes widened in surprise. “Me? Why? What's happening?” Her smile widened. “They are interested in getting to know you better.” Getting to know me better? That sounds off for some reason. She seemed to have seen the questioning look I had on and grinned, “Please follow me.” I hesitated briefly, unsure of what

Vivian's POV I slowly opened my eyes, groggily taking in my surroundings. My head was pounding, and my mouth felt dry. I must have had too much wine last night, I thought. I sat up, rubbing my temple. As I looked around the room, trying to figure out where I was, I tried to remember what had happened last night but my memories were hazy and unclear. I tried to piece together the events of the previous night, but everything was fuzzy. I remembered dinner, and then he brought me to his room. My mind stopped as I recalled the touching. Nate's hands on my skin, his fingers tracing my face. It felt so intimate, so sensual. But after that, everything was a blur. How did I end up in his bed? Did we...did we do something? I gasped. I glanced at the clock on Nate's nightstand and my heart sank. He wasn't here, thank goodness! I was already running late for work. I threw off the covers and got out of bed, my head spinning. I quickly rushed off to my room and took a hurried bath. Quickly cha

Vivian's POVNate's face morphed slowly from shock to anger, his voice rising. "Why are you laughing, Vivian? Does this sound like a joke to you?”I wiped tears from my eyes, still chuckling. "Oh, Nate. You really think you have control over me, don't you? You think you can threaten me with my mother's care and I'll just cower?"He clenched his jaw and spat out. "I'm not threatening you, Vivian. I'm telling you the way it is."I laughed again, a cold, mirthless sound. "You're not telling me anything, Nate. You're trying to control me, but it won't work. There's nothing you can do to stop me from leaving, from quitting my job, from living my life the way I want to."He gritted his teeth, trying hard to control himself. "Is that so? Well, we'll see about that."I smiled, a fierce glint in my eye. "Yes, we will. But for now, I'm done with this conversation.”“We're only done when I say we are done.” He bellowed in anger.I gave him a scanty look, my eyes scanning his furious face with a

Vivian's POVI almost got a whip splash from how fast I turned. I was extremely surprised to see who was standing before me. My eyes scanned the disheveled woman standing at the doorway. She looked worse for wear with her tangled hair and rumpled clothes. The dark rims around her eyes made her look even more miserable. Her eyes were fixed intently on me, making me feel uncomfortable.I hardened my expression, pushing aside the feeling of unease rising up inside me. I didn't want her thinking I was affected by her presence.“Eve.” I said, my voice sounding cool and detached. “What are you doing here?” Why would she suddenly show up unannounced? Moreso, she looked like shit.She stayed silent, observing me with a strange glint in her eyes like she was looking for something, and then she smiled. “You're not exactly in the best shape, are you?” she said, taking a few steps away from the doorway and coming closer, her gaze fixing itself on my knee. She must have noticed how awkwardly I st

VivianI walked into the ward, my heart racing with anxiety. The doctor was just leaving, a kind smile on his face."Ah, Vivian, good to see you. I was just discussing your mother's condition with her nurse," he said, exchanging pleasantries.I nodded hurriedly, taking in the information. "Thank you, Doctor. How is she doing?" I asked, hopefully.The doctor's expression turned serious. "She's stable, but still in a coma. However, we've seen some subtle changes in her brain activity that suggest she might be responding to treatment."I felt a wave of gratitude and relief. "That's wonderful news, thank you."The doctor's expression was encouraging. “The tumor we found is shrinking, and we're optimistic about her chances." He continued, "However, we do need to continue her treatment, and that includes regular MRIs to monitor the tumor's progress. Unfortunately, that means we'll need additional funding to cover the costs."I nodded, understanding. "I see. How much will it be?"The doctor