All Chapters of Regretful Divorce: My Ex-Wife Is A Billionaire: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Emily’s POVWhen will this ever end; is Fred ever going to stop? But I knew his temperament well enough to know that if I didn’t answer, he’d do exactly as he threatened. Instead of ignoring his message, dealing with it then and there was the best option. Dialing his number, his anxious tone shocked me, and there were no hints of wanting to argue. “Em, hi, sorry to bother you so late, have you seen the news?” he asked briskly. “Hi, Fred. Yes, I briefly saw the news an hour or so ago,” not wanting to let up too much. “But I’m really not in the mood to congratulate my cheating ex-husband and his mistress who ruined my marriage.” There was hardly any strength in me left to talk about his upcoming wedding, and with that, I hung up the phone, pulled the featherdown duvet over my head, and forced myself to fall asleep. Tomorrow is another day. Arriving at work the next morning, the whispers among the staff were hard to ignore. My secretary would know what the murmurs were all for. “She

Fred’s POVAll of the turmoil from the press and public opinion, not to mention the pressure from Grandfather, was starting to weigh heavily on my shoulders. I had never been an anxious guy, but I felt myself falling further into a dark pit these days. This incident had a significant impact on my family, not only me. The driver dropped Nancy off at her parent’s house; it was the best option for now. Grandfather’s words echoed through me again: I wouldn’t mind letting Nancy disappear from your life again. The last thing I wanted (and needed) was more trouble involving Nancy, so keeping her away from the scene was the only way forward. “You promise me this isn’t the end, Fred? You’re not going to leave me, darling?” Nancy asked me just before getting into the car, her face filled with sorrow. “Of course not, my dear, I just need a little bit of time to sort things out. Emily and I lived together for three years, you know that. I won’t let her suffer public criticism because of me…

Emily’s POVWaiting for the worst to happen, I realized this man’s fingers were no longer clenched around my neck. From the mixture of surprise and emotions, it took me a few moments to come to it, coughing as I caught my breath again. A shrilling outcry from the gathering crowd is what activated me out of shock. The next moment, someone gasped. As my vision settled, I looked around me to see where the perpetrator had gone but was astounded once more. Lying there on the ground next to me, he had already been knocked over, and Fred was standing over him! Why is Fred here?! “You better watch yourself,” Fred threatened, aiming at his lower body with his fists, “if you want to walk again AND not go bankrupt, best you walk away, now.” But he wasn’t done with his demands and commanded the man to apologize to the waitress immediately. Looking like a deer caught in the headlights, the man was frightened by Fred’s powerful threats and reluctantly apologized before exiting the bar.“I don’t

Fred’s POVNancy relentlessly called me asking me for help following the trouble ensuing David and his company.David’s behavior at the bar disgusted me, but what surprised me most from that day was the change in Emily…She had been so brave protecting that waitress even though she didn’t know her; I had never seen that side of her before…Nancy was still staying at her parent’s place, and after our fifth phone call that morning, I hoped I had finally put her mind at ease. But this whole thing with David did make things a little more intense. It was nearing one o’clock when an email came through from John. It was titled ‘Urgent: David.’ I opened it immediately, unearthing its contents like a curious treasure hunter. John had come across some valuable information. Over the last 24 hours, David’s company had been all over the news. Turns out the ones behind the public scrutiny were the Stewart family. But why would they get their hands involved in dirty business? David’s company was an

Emily’s POVFred’s sudden irritation from the news of my “marriage” was unexpected. Once our divorce proceedings were complete, we would have nothing more to do with each other. That day couldn’t come sooner… Who I wanted to be with was my business and my business alone. I’m so done with all this drama, albeit I had added slightly more fuel to the fire with my last message to Fred. After about the tenth attempt, the phone calls finally stopped and my phone was silent. Opening the drawer, I retrieved my mobile. The next moment, the phone began to ring again. This time, it wasn’t Fred calling. Hopefully, he had given up. A random number flashed on the screen. Maybe it’s a client. I better answer it just in case. Swiping open the call, Fred’s voice chimed down the line. He was using an unknown number; it wasn’t from his office or home either. Without letting him say anything more than the first hello, I got straight to the point. “If this is about Richard’s cheating, Fred, there