All Chapters of No Longer Yours, Billionaire Ex-Husband: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

NORA'S POVMy chest felt tight, as I walked down the brightly lit hallway, and I had to fight back the tears. The sight of Isabella sitting with Sam, laughing, had torn me apart. They looked like they shared something private, something I would never be a part of. I clutched my coat tighter, trying to pull myself together.When I got close to the elevator, I spotted Jacob leaning against the wall, arms crossed, looking smug. The same look he always had when he saw me. We had grown up in the same neighbourhood, the same big sprawling mansions, the same schools. Sam, Jacob, Genevieve and I all used to be friends,but things had changed over the years. Jacob had always had a way of making me feel small.“Leaving already?” Jacob sneered, his eyes narrowing. “You’re not fooling anyone, Nora. You’re just holding Sam back, and everyone knows it.”I froze. His words stung harder than usual. Maybe it was because of what happened earlier—Jacob was Sam's best friend. Maybe he knew something I did

NORA'S POVI flopped down on the edge of my bed, trying to catch my breath. Genevieve always had this sixth sense for when I needed a little TLC (Tender Loving Care). It was nice to be with someone who just got it—no judgment, no pressure, just pure support.Her question hung in the air like a balloon waiting to pop. “So, what’s the plan, Nora?”Genevieve was standing by the window, her back to me. She turned around with that warm smile of hers. “What’s cooking, good looking?” She was trying hard to keep the conversation light with her joke.I giggled then I let out a big sigh. “Honestly? I’ve been thinking about what I used to love before... you know, before Sam and all this craziness. Remember when I used to paint?”Her eyes lit up like a Christmas tree. “Oh my gosh, yes! You doodled on everything! Even my notebooks!” She chuckled, and we both shared a laugh over that memory. “Wait, don’t tell me you’ve picked up the brush again?”I nodded, feeling a rush of excitement. “Yep! It’s b

NORA'S POVThe moment I ended the call with Sam, I stood frozen in the middle of the consultation room, my heart thudding painfully in my chest. I could still hear the confusion in his voice, the way it cracked slightly when he asked who was with me. He wasn’t angry—just... desperate, and I hung up on him. I pressed a hand to my chest, trying to slow the erratic beating of my heart. Sam always knew how to throw me off balance. Even now, divorced and with my life in pieces, he still managed to stir something in me—something I wasn’t ready to face.Daniel cleared his throat softly, pulling me from my spiraling thoughts. “Do you want to talk about it?” he asked, his tone kind but cautious.I shook my head quickly. “No. It’s nothing.” But we both knew that wasn’t true.Daniel gave me a sympathetic smile, the kind you reserve for someone walking through a storm without an umbrella. “Whatever it is, you’ll figure it out,” he said. “Just take care of yourself, okay?”I nodded, forcing a ti

NORA'S POV I watched as Sam's face fell when I answered him. He sat on the bed and buried his face in his palms, silent but downcast.“You don’t have to... We… we can wo…”“We're divorced Sam,” I said quietly.That shut him up and he left the room slamming the door. I couldn't stay. I packed the last of my suitcases to the front porch and waited. I had earlier sent all my boxes with the movers and tomorrow, they should be flying to Paris. I was doing this.I was standing there lost in thoughts when a Bentley stopped in front of me. The driver got down and put my suitcases in the car then we glided smoothly through the streets.When the car pulled up outside Genevieve’s loft, relief washed over me. Her place wasn’t just a physical escape—it was a bubble of freedom, far away from the heavy, complicated world of the Bennetts. The doorman opened the door for me with a warm smile. “Welcome, Ms. Nora. Miss Genevieve’s expecting you.” I gave him a tight smile and grabbed my suitcase, f

NORA'S POV Genevieve leaned in expectantly, her manicured nails drumming softly against the side of her champagne glass. “So?” she prompted, her voice low but eager. I opened my mouth, the words already forming at the back of my throat: I’m pregnant. But just as they reached the tip of my tongue, something tightened inside me. The weight of it, the reality—suddenly, it felt too big. Too terrifying. Not yet. Instead, I gave her a tight smile and shrugged, forcing a lighter tone. “I think I might have a crush on Daniel.” Genevieve blinked, taken aback, before narrowing her eyes. “Daniel?” Her lips curled into an amused smile. “Yes. Daniel.” I felt my cheeks heat under her gaze, and I tried to ignore the way my heart thudded unevenly. Gen twirled the stem of her glass between her fingers, her smile deepening. “Huh.” I could see it instantly—she didn’t believe me. Not fully. Genevieve knew me too well, could probably tell there was more I wasn’t saying. But to my relief, she p