All Chapters of Dear Billionaire Ex, You Don’t Own Me : Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

5 Chapters

Trouble

Dear Billionaire Ex, You Don’t Own Me /E. Dahlia

Jocelyn’s POVInhaling shakily, I clutched my tote bag as I gazed at the humongous structure that was my husband's mansion. I had gone to the grocery store earlier today after his mother told me to make her seafood boil and some other dishes. As we didn't have most of the ingredients at home, I had to source for them at the grocery store.Initially, I had thought it'd be an easy feat and I'd only spend about thirty minutes there but alas was I wrong.Apparently, today was maintenance day at the grocery store, thus, all shoppers had to wait outside for about an hour before they officially opened.As I trudged into the house, I could only hope my mother-in-law understood that it wasn't my fault.My heart lurched in fear when I saw the slender, middle-aged woman named Agnes sitting cross-legged on the sofa while sipping a glass of red wine.On seeing me, she shook her head as a scoff escaped her.“I was beginning to think you finally ran away with your lover,” She scorned. “But then aga

An unexpected disaster

Dear Billionaire Ex, You Don’t Own Me /E. Dahlia

Jocelyn’s POV“Wake up, you lazy sloth,” Agnes's cold, unforgiving voice wafted into my ears as droplets of cold water trickled down my face.Squeezing my eyes open in sheer fear, I saw her hovering over me, a glass cup in her hand, and a look of disdain planted in her face.“G-Good morning, Madam Agnes,” I stuttered out, as I rushed out of bed. “Do you need something?”“Do I need something?” She mimicked then chuckled incredulously. “It’s seven in the morning and you're still sleeping like a log of wood. Just how lazy and uncouth are you? Did your mother train you at all?”“I'm sorry, ma'am,” I responded, suppressing the urge to cry. “I will go make breakfast now.”“Make breakfast for three,” Agnes sneered. “And put a bottle of champagne in ice. I am expecting a visitor and I don't want anything to go wrong.”“A visitor? Who?” I blurted out, without thinking and she shook her head in negation while eying me venomously.“That's the only thing you know how to do,” She mocked. “Putting

Lost

Dear Billionaire Ex, You Don’t Own Me /E. Dahlia

Jocelyn’s POV Rays of sunlight mixed with a pungent antiseptic smell wafted into my line of sight and that of eating respectively, forcing me to squeeze my eyes open.I frowned, utterly confused, when I realized that I was lying in a bed–a hospital bed to be specific, given how there was a cannula in my hand and nostrils, with machines beeping beside me.“Josie!” The familiar voice of a female trailed into my ears, and I carefully tilted my neck toward the voice only for me to see Nancy Shepherd, my best friend, since middle school, who I hadn't seen since I got married.“Nancy?” Only then did I realize something; I had vision in both eyes and my eye patch had been removed.“I can see with both eyes now!” I shrieked in utter disbelief tinged with confusion. “But the optician told me that there was no solution.”“You are really awake,” Nancy shrieked, placing her hand on mine. “We were so scared. Thank you for coming back to us, Josie. And yes you can see, the doctors here are that g

Time to restart

Dear Billionaire Ex, You Don’t Own Me /E. Dahlia

Jocelyn’s POV Three days had passed since I regained consciousness but I was yet to see my mother. However, according to her doctor, I would likely see her very soon as her health was improving at a fast rate.After I came to, I made it a mission to gather information on every aspect of Eduardo's life that I may have missed during the last five weeks. Based on what I'd been able to gather so far, he had now gone public with Sofia, and their pictures graced almost all the popular blogs, with most people adoring them and calling their relationship cute.I had also found out that Sofia, whose full name was Sofia Denzel, was a highly influential model and brand ambassador of many luxurious brands. Her father also owned Denzel group, a conglomerate in the United States.Although there were many articles that claimed Eduardo had been married and divorced, the pictures of his ex-wife, who I assumed was me, was not shown in any of them.A mix of pain and anger gnawed at my heart as I opened

Desperate for redemption

Dear Billionaire Ex, You Don’t Own Me /E. Dahlia

Eduardo’s POV“Eduardo, you are yet to send the money,” Sofia nagged after me, as I made my way to the car. “I need to go shopping. Have you forgotten that tonight is the party I told you about?”“And I told you that I'd only give you the money if you can account for all the money you spent last week.” I retorted as calmly as I could.Huffing, Sofia crossed her arms over her chest. “Don’t tell me that you're being like this over the three million I spent last week. You are bigger than that small amount, so why are you being grumpy?”The tiny bit of patience that I thought I had dissipated at her careless response and I scoffed.“Small amount? You spent a whole three million in a day on some stupid clothes and bags that you'll never use again and you expect me to still give you my hard-earned money,” I spat. “You are nothing more than a wasteful person. In fact, I want you to leave my house immediately.”Sofia's eyes welled up with what I was certain was crocodile tears as she grabbed