All Chapters of Mr. Farrell, We Are Divorced : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Almyra's POVI looked at Cole surprised. “What do you mean?” “I said it won't be long yeah,” he paused. “It won't be long before we are done here.” I took a deep sigh of relief as Cole spoke, his words were truly surprising. “Well I thought there was more to that.” I made an expressionless face.“Too bad, that's all.” His lips slowly turned into a sly grin.We all applauded Mr Williams as he sat down with a bright smile plastered in his face. The hall was sure lively and the atmosphere was just the perfect one for a day like this.As the applause died down, Mr. Williams' smile only grew wider, his eyes twinkling with delight. He seemed to be basking in the warm glow of appreciation, and rightly so. The hall was indeed electric, filled with the buzz of conversation and the clinking of glasses.The lights sparkled off the silverware and the crystal chandeliers, casting a kaleidoscope of colors across the room. The air was thick with the scent of freshly baked pastries and the sweet

Almyra's POVI rose up from where I laid down, I was gonna leave Paris today anyway.I already booked a flight since yesterday and it would be taking off by 7:00 am. This was just six minutes after four anyway.I went to the bathroom to take a quick shower since I was too tired to take one yesterday.A got a notification that there was going to be a meeting in which I myself needed to attend since it was the CEO's that would need to attend the meeting.I should have gone in two days time but I got the notification and I'll be heading back without telling anyone.Well, that would be a surprise if everyone sees me. I already bought things on which I would be sharing to my workers when I get back.“Ooh!” I exclaimed loudly since I had just remembered Rachel. I picked up the Rolex wristwatch in which I bought two days ago. I guess would suit her perfectly.My phone rang loudly and I checked who it was. It was

Almyra's POVI laid on the bed still, I was yet to get a sleep since I came back from Paris and all I was doing at the moment was staring blankly into space. The softness of the bed enveloped me, a comforting contrast to the turmoil brewing inside. I felt like I was floating, disconnected from the world around me. So engrossed in the bed I laid on and sleep on the other hand trying to overcome me.My gaze drifted aimlessly, taking in the familiar contours of the room without really seeing them. Memories began to surface, like ripples on a pond, disturbing the calm.As I sat there, lost in thought, the silence grew thicker, a palpable presence that wrapped itself around me. I felt the weight of my own thoughts, pressing down upon me, urging me to move, to act. I rose up from the bed and sat up, I knew I could not evade this sleep, I was gonna succumb to it sooner or later, so I might as well surrender now. I let out a gentle sigh, feeling the softness of the bed cradle my weary body.

Almyra's POVI leaned on the table with a smirk as I sipped a little content from the cup of coffee that was in my hand.The dull look on both of their faces was not even enough to change what I had in mind for them; beads of sweat had started forming on the forehead of the man. “Ah! So he is tense right?” I muttered to myself in a low voice.Ms Thompson, on the other hand, was already wetting the floor with her tears, which was not even able to move me in a way or two.“So what did you two think I should do to you?” I broke the silence in the room as I got up from the table.“Ma?” Ms Thompson stuttered in a low tone and her voice was covered in pain.“Yes?” I shifted my gaze to her.“I can explain.” She paused for a while before she sniffed. “If only you give me the chance.”I scoffed. “The chance?” Ms Thompson is a great asset to me but I can't just let her get away with what she did. The judgment I once thought of giving to her was not suitable enough. I had to increase it. The

Almyra's POVAlarm sounds woke me up and I jumped off from bed. It was some minutes past six. I guess I was long gone from sleep since I slept late last night.I walked towards the curtain and opened a part of it, the rays of the sunlight brightening up a part of the room and illuminating the dust particles that danced in the air, like tiny ballerinas performing a choreographed routine. The warmth on my skin was a gentle caress, a comforting embrace that seemed to whisper, "A new day, a new beginning."As I stood there, bathed in the golden light, I felt a sense of hope stir within me. The darkness of the previous day, the burden of firing my secretary has now adjusted. I guess it was the feeling of betrayal that made me think the way I did yesterday. I guess I had a lot on my plate. That was why I was not able to think straight.I opened the curtain wider, allowing more sunlight to flood the room, chasing away my shadows that lingered in the corners.The brightness was almost blind