All Chapters of Divorcing him: Mr billionaire doesn't want our baby: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

VIVIANMy eyes fluttered open. It took me a minute to get accustomed to the dreary darkness of the room. My eyes were still sleep laden but I was conscious enough to understand that what was at stake was greater than my exhaustion. I needed to get away from here, and quickly too. My hands groped the bed and lightly brushed the fabric of Nate’s silk pajama trousers. He was still sleeping soundly, the sound of his breathing like music to my ears. I wondered how he could sleep so soundly when my night had been fitful, overwhelmed and torn by the dilemma of a decision I knew was both inevitable and ultimate. I turned in his direction. It might be the last time I would be in the same room with him as man and wife. I got out of the bed and silently made my way to the bathroom to wash my teeth and my face. By the time Nate woke up and realized what had hit him, I would be gone, having expertly avoided a conversation that is unnecessary and surely incapable of ending amicably. I grabbed m

VIVIANI pressed a firm hand to my chest to still my pounding heart.I had been anticipating this news for the past couple of days, and here it was finally—the proof of our consistent hard work over the past three days.Richard and his company were trending, and for all the wrong reasons too. I had made sure to spare no effort in my revenge plans, and it was one disaster after the other—one new piece of evidence sent to the press every other day.Of course, he had tried to break his fall in every way possible, but the evidence was too damning and way too much.I couldn't be sure how Emily had gained such access to inside information, but it was good for me, so I did not press her for details, and neither was she motivated to share.I had now made it a habit to listen to the radio at every chance I got, switching between TV channels at random as a routine. Now, he was on the news yet again.This time, it was talk about how their stock prices had plummeted. I could just imagine the giga

VIVIANI pulled hard at the skin of my face. It hurt, so I knew I was not dreaming. Richard had been arrested and my mother was really awake. It felt almost too good to be true. Just a few hours ago, my life had been the epitome of anxiety and misery but the tables had turned so quickly and suddenly that I could not put my emotions to words. I let Nate lead me to where I had parked his car, still in a daze. I watched him as he spoke to the members of his security team, barely registering any of the words he said even though he continuously gestured towards me. I was itchy to go and see my mother and hear her voice. I had so many things, to tell her, so many things to do, we had so much to catch up on and the thought of it made my breath catch in my throat. The happiness I felt was not abstract. It was a heavy thing weighing on every vestige of my soul and I enjoyed it thoroughly. I had not known it was still possible for me to feel this type of unbridled joy. Nate handed the key

VIVIANI turned on my bed and almost fell off. My eyes snapped open at once. Bright light was streaming into my room through the window. I sat up on my bed and yawned, taking a moment to really take in my surroundings. My room here was smaller than the one in Nate's mansion but at least I was free of the heartache that came with living in that house. I made my bed quickly while humming a tune under my breath before skipping to the bathroom to shower and wash my teeth. Now that I was pathetically jobless, I needed to work twice as hard or it would only be a matter of time before I tucked my tail between my legs and sought out Nate. The thought was so repulsive that I almost gagged on my toothbrush. I sat in front of my vanity, applying my ten step skin care routine while speaking words of affirmation to myself because a nagging fear kept gnawing at me that I might not be able to do well on my own. Just as I finished applying mascara, my phone buzzed from the pocket of my bathrobe.

VIVIANI stared blankly at my phone. Nate was calling yet again. How did he not pick up on the underlying nuances in my behavior when I spoke with him the last time? Had he always been this tactless or was he really clinging onto me, trying to wear me out with irritation? I sighed and picked up the phone, reminding myself that even though I did not want to talk, I had at least promised myself to be civil with him henceforth. "Hello." His baritone voice responded almost immediately I picked the call. "Hi." He said. There was a hint of caution in his voice and it puzzled me. Whatever he wanted to talk about must be pretty delicate. I just hoped it had nothing to do with the douchebag presently waiting to rot behind bars. I had made it explicitly clear that I wanted nothing to do with Richard's case moving forward and I was dead serious. It was time to live a life devoid of worries and to do that, I had to cut off the two men who were the biggest orchestrators of my problems. Not