All Chapters of The Divorced Female Billionaire Heiress: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

GeorgeMy eyes are wide as I look at the woman who spoke. It feels like the hospital all over again, because how is this Ella, my ex-wife? When she'd been there at the hospital, coming out of the OR after performing a surgery of all things, I found out she's not just a practicing doctor but a surgeon.At the hospital, confronting me, she looked confident and composed, as if nothing could affect her, proud in the way someone could only be when they knew they were good at what they did. She has that same look now. She is still confident, but now it isn't because of her work or her degrees. She stands in the banquet hall as the center of attention effortlessly, dressed to the nines, gems glittering around her throat and highlighting the bright color of her eyes. She looks gorgeous; she also looks angry and it takes a moment for me to register her words. "Don't forget, the reason we got a divorce isn't because of being incompatible as lovers let alone partners, but because of y

EllaIt's a long shot. I know that as I take a deep breath, walking down the hall. I only have one shot at this, but it's better than doing nothing.Besides, Dr. Leo and I haven't met just yet. He doesn't quite know what I'm capable of.So, I take one more breath, close my eyes tight, and start walking toward the pediatric doctor's office with a fake drunk walk to guide me.Pretending to be drunk was Jacob's idea. Everything else was mine. I told the two not to breathe a word of any of this and that I would take care of everything.I let my feet falter below me as though I've had far too much to drink. In truth, it's been a talent of mine to learn from example.I knock on Dr. Leo's door, leaning against the frame as seductively as I can. "Well, there he is," I purr with a fake slur in my throat."I'm sorry?" Dr. Leo questions, standing up quickly. "Who are you?""Oh, Dr. Leo, please help me," I begin to wail, tripping over my feet as I enter his small office. "I've been here

George"Alright, so I compiled all the data, organized the claims, police report, and evidence we were able to find on him–honestly, why do people put their crimes on their phones? 'Do you have a warrant?' Yes they have a fucking warrant, you–" "Focus, Allen." "Right. Right. Back to what I was saying. So, with the evidence we've gathered, the police had grounds for a warrant for an investigation. Furthermore, he's been taken away by the police just this morning–we have confirmation on that." "Good," I nod. "People like Leo have no place in a hospital, especially grandmother's hospital." "Sir, no offense but that's hardly the real reason you did this." Allen sighs, shaking his head. "Is it really that hard to admit that you care about Ella?" "I'm simply making amends for the past. There's nothing more to it." "If you're certain sir," Allen says in a tone that makes clear he doesn't believe me. "Anyways, in other news, Charlotte's case is nearly finished." "And now..."

GeorgeDinner finishes late and I'm taking care of the bill, a couple thousand, while the others are going ahead of me. A few people have to call cabs to get back home but all in all, a successful dinner. There was that one hiccup with the video, but it was fine. I was fine. Nothing I couldn't handle. Allen goes ahead of me and just as I'm about to leave I hear him speak up in surprise. "Oh, you're... Rachel, right?" "Yeah, I'm Ella's friend. You're–Allen? Yeah?" "Yeah. I saw the video, the performance was good," he praises awkwardly and I grimace, hesitating to leave the restaurant. Rachel isn't someone I'd ever want to mess with, and she could hold a grudge like nobody's business. If I went out there I'd probably start a fight. Even if she WAS drunk, that would cause trouble and then Ella would get involved. It's like I can never say the right thing around her anymore, that my every action just falls flat compared to what I want it to be. The question is, would it

EllaMy skin feels hot as the words Elijah has uttered hit me in waves. He wants to know more about me? Also, how does he know about my marriage to George? It seems like no one can put together that I'm the same Ella he'd married several years ago. Every person acts as if that woman could not possibly be me.But that was the entire point of the charade, wasn't it? To appear as an entirely different woman. But now, I stand here and stare at Elijah, trying to interpret what he's said. He could mean he's interested in knowing how my marriage ended. He could be thinking about knowing when the marriage ended, the amount of time we've been apart, or maybe even why."Oh?" is all I can find myself saying. Way to go, Ella. You look like a fool.I'm not going to sit here and assume the man has romantic feelings for me. It's silly, truly, to ponder Elijah speaking to me only because he still holds a soft spot in his heart for me. We're both grown adults. We can discuss business and our live