All Chapters of Divorced my Cheating Husband for his Billionaire Uncle: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

The press conference hall buzzed with anticipation.Every seat is filled with bloggers, reporters, tabloids, newspapers, and even people with online news channels and cameras were positioned in every corner, and journalists from various media outlets had gathered to hear the truth from the couple who had been dominating the news lately, first, secod and third ost searched news were about them.The hushed voices amd comemnys in the air was thick and full of gossip, and all eyes were fixed on the stage, waiting for the moment when Arthur will make his appearance and the conference will start.They have their questions down and written already, also, they are immensely curious as to why Millicent and Arthur had divorced anyway so that is the main reason for their presence…As the lights dimmed slightly, signaling the start of the conference, Arthur stepped forward.His demeanor was calm, collected, and resolute, most especially since his wife now knows everything that happened in his past

The next morning starts as a peaceful one.It’s end?Maybe not.Bethany rises from the bed, pushing her legs to the ground. After getting freshened up, she goes downstairs and has breakfast with her husband.Being a Saturday makes it all better since she can spend the entire day inside with her husband but she has something to do.Returning upstairs, she sits on their bed and dials a number.It rings for a full twenty seconds plus before anyone picks it up.“Good afternoon, my name is Bethany, I am hoping to speak to Millicent Atkinson?”There is a pause at the other end before a cheery sounding lady responds. “Oh hi ma’am, my name is Tina and I am Millicent’s manager. Can you please call back in about two minutes from now? I’ll go hand the phone to her now.”“Oh, I can wait online while you go ahead, thank you.”She will give them no chance to weasel out of it. It won’t be surprising if she hangs up, calls back in the said two minutes and they refuse to pick.She has to talk to Milli

Bethany pushes herself off the floor, letting her gaze fall to the black clothes she has on, now with very visible specks of dust around it. She wipes it off with her hands but they don’t do much.“Millicent, why did you shove me like that?”Millicent takes one step backwards, her face turning red as she glances around into the cameras around her, all of them clicking and recording away.“Give me your phone. You can’t record our conversation without my permission.”“What recording? Why are you blaming me because I married Arthur? He is my husband and I love him so much, I don’t have any recordings on my phone. Stop yelling at me.”“Tell them to stop recording and tell the truth.”Bethany looks around at the crowd but she turns back to Millicent, feigning a gasp. “Millicent, what did I do to you? Just because you called your fans puppets, you are taking that anger out on me now?”The people in the restaurant all gasp collectively, some of them turning to their partners to gossip and wh

Kevin Fitzpatrick stands by the large windows of his right under the penthouse apartment, the city lights twinkling in the far distance below. The people and moving vehicles down there look like colonies of ants that are going around, gathering their daily bread.He, as well, is working towards getting his own daily bread after all.His phone is in hand after just completing one call of doom, and slowly he scrolls through his contacts with a satisfied smirk on his face. The previous caller had completely broken down in tears, swearing his allegiance to whether Kevin says during the meeting that will come up soon.The game is already in motion, and now it is time to push the next chess pawn piece forward. The next piece being the next Director of Campbell Conglomerate. They have to have Bethany kicked out within a set time and this is only the tip of the iceberg, getting these entitled old men on his side so he can have a smooth sailing day when the time for the meeting comes.Which

Quinn lay there on her hospital bed, staring blankly at the white, partitioned ceiling.It is white and empty just like everything has been for many days now.The room is quiet, and the silence only increases the ache in her chest and the wild voices in her head, the silence only makes them louder and unable to ignore as they yell things into her conscious state.Her tears come softly, silently, rolling down her cheeks as she thinks profusely about everything that had happened. There was no one by her side in that moment and even now, and in this moment, the loneliness hit her even harder than ever.Daisy had gone off somewhere about an hour prior to this minute, Charles only comes by in the mornings and the late evenings and John has never visited since she has been conscious. Something must have happened but no one is telling her anything and it is frustrating enough already.She sniffles, trying in vain to compose herself, not wanting anyone, especially Daisy, to see her like this,