All Chapters of It All Started with a Divorce: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Days were dragging on, like one of those movies I was forced to watch with Dad. No action, no excitement, just the same old crap. But inside, I was about to blow. Seriously, I was pissed off, and I had no idea why! The sky was a fiery orange as the sun dipped below the horizon. I was stretched out on a beach chair, wearing my swimsuit and sunglasses. But behind those sunglasses, my eyes were burning with anger. The ocean was beautiful, with lots of people enjoying the start of summer. The waves were gentle, and the air was filled with happy sounds. But all I could see was him, the guy in black swim trunks, talking to a journalist who couldn't stop looking at him with those big, flirty eyes. Valerian Blackwood. Ugh, I wanted to throw him in the ocean and watch him drown! He was standing right where the waves were crashing on the sand. His hair was wet, and seawater was dripping down his body, making him look even more annoyingly handsome. He was holding his towel that hangs by his n

My head throbbed. I groaned as soon as I woke up. It felt like a battleground in there, either free and comfortable or heavy and worse. The blanket kept me warm in the air-conditioned room, but the sunlight streaming through the window did nothing to help my headache. Roaming my eyes around, I gasped in realization— I wasn't in my room. "Shit!" I muttered through my lips, recalling what happened, what I did. "Now you've just proven to him that you're a desperate bitch," I scolded myself. As I closed my eyes, the memories of last night flooded my head, including what I'd heard him say last... What was it he told me? That he... he... The door burst open, revealing Valerian in a white tank top and his favorite Hawaiian-style shorts, holding a tray of food in his hands. He moved carefully, tiptoeing to be exact, until he saw me. His eyes lit up brighter than the sun, a grin spreading across his face. He smelled like a noble king, looking tastier than the best meat in the world, a

"Better safe than sorry," I muttered, thinking about the after-pill I'd taken this morning.Years of living with Valerian, I knew he wasn't the type to want a family. He'd probably still be banging hundreds of women even after getting gout or arthritis, and he'd shrug off having a child of his own. Let alone create a family with me.As if I'd let him plant a seed in me!His legacy as a perfect man is still unknown in which cave he'd shoot his almighty sperm.The celebration Ute mentioned was happening just a few sashay away from where I was. I could see Valerian having some careless conversations with his brothers, those family-oriented, more reserved types.Only if his life were as private as I wanted it to be, maybe we'd still be married? But no, a man with a face like his would never live in peace, especially since he had a history with women. My heart was full of doubt, and I found it hard to trust someone who was too good to be true.He's got the face, the body to die for, and a

"Mr. Blackwood is currently in a meeting with the board members, Ms. Beaumont," Chen said politely. "But the boss instructed us to let you into his office if you decided to visit.""I don't care where he is or what he's doing right now. I need to talk to him," I interrupted sharply.Valerian's personal assistant, Chen—who, by the looks of him, also got his boss' taste in fashion—stood out like a sore thumb. The guy from the coast was decked out in every color. Like, who wears a bright orange necktie on a blue casual suit?Chen merely smiled, scratching the back of his neck before standing up and asking me to follow him."Mr. Blackwood usually doesn't like being disturbed during work, but I think he'll make an exception for you," he said, walking in an exaggerated, almost cartoonish way, his arms swinging loosely by his sides.I rolled my eyes, pretending not to hear the comment, and diverted my mind to something more productive—something to ease my anxiety.If Chen was always around,

The tapping sound of my heel hitting the carpeted floor of his office didn't help fix the awkward atmosphere.My reflection in the sliding door of the cabinet told me I looked like a desperate ex-wife who'd failed attempting to be fucked hard in Valerian's office. There's no denying it; I was being a cat.And speaking of Valerian, he's quite concerned about the show we just gave a few intolerable minutes ago. So unlikely of him.He sits on a single-seater couch, leaning back, and clutching a throw pillow right above his crotch just to hide his excited "thing.""Mr. Blackwood, are you sure you want to continue the interview?" A redhead young woman decided to break the silence as she crouched by the long couch, obviously sensing the pressure building from three towers.Rachel's eyes were stuck on me like she would have a seizure if she ever failed to show me her wildest glare. She sits there with a whole lot of tension on her back, holding her pen tightly in her hands.Generosity is at