All Chapters of The Divorced Female Billionaire Heiress: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

EllaI arrive back at the hospital first thing in the morning, striding in like I own the place. In a way, I do now. The feeling of strength that continues to grow from the days away from George and our loveless marriage gives me more confidence.It feels good to be the old Ella who used to walk these white halls with a purpose. To have the title of "doctor" before my name. To receive nods of respect and hello's instead of being ignored by anyone around me.I relish each passing second. And I believed my marriage was for the best? I've been foolish. Love with George Wickham was never a viable, genuine reality for me.I make it to the wing I'd visited the day before, and I see that George's grandmother, Anna, is still the hot topic."She stopped taking her medication!" one nurse groans in frustration."Why? When?" a tall male doctor snaps.Another nurse steps in. "She said she didn't believe it was helping!"The tall doctor is a balding white man with crow's feet prominently

George"A-apologies, Mr. Wickham, I let my personal feelings get the better of me," she stammers, quickly backtracking. "We would never leave your relative with someone incompetent, or give subpar care to our patients." She is covering her ass for her blunder, and despite how I didn't want her words to affect me, they did. That's my grandmother in there, and while she is hard on me from time to time she's still very dear to me. "I assure you, Mr. Wickham, those are experienced doctors in there. If you have any questions throughout the procedure, I can answer them for you." I'm about to ask about her own competence in this field when another doctor exclaims, "What is she doing?! A number 10 scalpel is much too risky to use for cutting the aortic valve. A number 20 would have been better for her capabilities. Is she trying to botch this surgery?!" "Don't tell me–is she attempting to replace the valve completely? With the patient's age and current diagnosis, that's risky!" "C

EllaIt's nine in the morning as I stand outside the extravagant entrance of the family mansion and my mom pulls up in a custom-paint-job metallic red Rolls-Royce. "Baby, what are you wearing? I told you we were going somewhere special today." I laugh as my mother complains, all in good nature. Apparently designer clothing isn't enough and she was expecting more than jeans, boots, and a cashmere sweater. Mom's always been like that. She's fond of big gestures and extravagant things, and it's not like our family doesn't have the money for it. For her it's a travesty that her daughter doesn't even have an expensive piece of jewelry or let alone a bag that's worth someone's monthly salary. She was particularly horrified to learn that George never spoiled me with presents. "Mom, you also said it was a family affair today, relax. I promise I'll bust out the gowns for a special occasion." "I'll hold you to that, Ella. Your birthday's coming up after all, and I want it to be pe

EllaTaylor and I get everything situated, and we return to the banquet hall together. Jessica and her mother are still whispering to one another about who I could possibly be, but I continue to ignore them. Taylor, however, gives me a perplexed look as if to ask me what the hell is going on.I give Taylor a shrug while she quickly steals a glance at the other two. I raise an eyebrow at her, but neither of us says anything. I'm honestly incredibly curious to see how Jessica will attempt to ask for my contact information later. It'll only take her so long to figure out I'm the woman who just divorced her brother, after all.Not only that, but the fact they don't even recognize me just proves they never gave a damn about me in the first place, just like she proved at the club. Good riddance to those terrible, pathetic women.As we're about to walk through to the banquet room again, I hear another voice call out."Ella!" I turn on my heels to see my best friend approaching me w

JessicaI'm seething in rage as I leave the room, my mother following me all quiet. And why wouldn't she be when we were publicly embarrassed because of that–that woman! The only good thing is that most people are in the banquet hall instead of hanging around one of the dressing rooms but too many still saw what went down. That is MY mother's necklace, I know it! George had that custom made for her and she wouldn't sell it. Especially not to that haughty thing!I don't know who she is but she is obviously someone if Kingston Reina of all people defended her. She looks like George's ex, but there is no way some orphan trash like her would ever be able to afford to step into that store let alone look at it!That woman... no, she couldn't be Ella, I refuse to believe it! It was just a look-alike, an irritating, smug bitch of a look-alike sharing her name, but just a look-alike. Nothing–nothing more than that.Besides, take me to court?! Ha! My brother is the best in the busine