All Chapters of Divorce? His Biggest Mistake: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

~WILLIAM~After Anastasia kissed me back, Jimena showed up, and they exchanged words, which wasn't my concern, as I was still in shock that Anastasia kissed me back. I mean, I don't even know why it shocked me when I knew that Ana would always be mine.I pretended to be drunk because I didn't want Jimena to ruin my mood. After all, Ana kissing me back brought some weird confidence; it showed that she still loved me.Anastasia slapped me, but for the first time, instead of getting angry, I was impressed. Yes, she was the woman I wanted; I didn't like that Anastasia who cried about everything; this was the woman for me. Jimena drove me home under the impression that I was drunk and I thanked the heavens as she didn't bother me too much.After leaving me in Mom’s care, she left, and I headed straight to my room. Mom knew I wasn't drunk and questioned why I pretended to be, but I didn't answer her—it took five bottles to get me drunk and I only had two shots.I took a shower, and after t

I was already finding it to hide the bump as it was beginning to show, so staying with him would expose me, but I didn't want to make a scene. I was here to win his trust, here to show him I could handle my emotions, so clearing my throat, I showed him my wedding ring.“My husband will not be okay with it.” I smiled, and Mr. Grant, without showing emotions, looked at his wife, “I mean…” I looked at William and then said, “Mr. Rogers is married too. I'm sure his wife will have a problem with it.” I said, and I could have sworn I saw William roll his eyes, but again I might have imagined it; I wasn't really well right now; I was nervous.“Ms. Anastasia—”“Frost,” I cut Mrs. Grant off, “I'm married, please address me by my husband's last name, Mrs. Frost.” I politely said, and she smiled.“Of course, well, what my husband is trying to say is this arrangement is part of the competition. I know you did your research about The Grant before coming here, so you know my husband is involved in

I was standing, shaking my head, and watching as William crossed his legs, looking relaxed.“You can't possibly be serious; we talked about this.”“I know, but you used that bastard husband of yours to blackmail me.”“It's not my fault you chose your company over your daughter, William!”“I didn't.”“Oh, you did.”“I didn't want to go to war with you. We have a daughter; sure, the marriage is over, but we have to make it work for Ivy, don't you think?” He stood up, and I now carefully watched his every move. I could read William, his emotions, and his thoughts, so I wanted to see if he was being sincere even when I doubted that.“We can come up with an arrangement; I also want to live with my daughter.”“Why are we talking about Ivy now? We still have a month.”“Because I want to know where I stand in my daughter's life.”“Really? Is that the reason you've been ignoring her calls? Because you want to know where you stand?” I asked and watched as he guiltily ran his hands in his hair.

There was a baby involved, innocent blood, and I knew how crazy a woman can get when they're in love. I mean, I had my share in that craziness, so I knew, but I also knew no genuine mother would ever threaten to end their child's life; that's just ridiculous, and I was not going to be manipulated again, so clearing my throat, I told her to do whatever she thought was right for her baby.“And as for the suicide, I'm a Lancaster. I have the money, and you and I know that you can do anything with money. I can manipulate the law; politicians even use money to win an election, so a simple crime—you do know that your little story can go in the mud right before it even comes out.”“It’s your name—”“My name won't be there. Good night, Maddison, and don't ever call me.” With that, I ended the call and threw the phone on the bed.I ran my hand through my hair, not sure if what I did was right. What if she really does it? I mean, it's not my name I was worried about, but the baby. What if she e

WASHINGTON, SEATTLE 2022~HUDSON~I was humming to the lyrics, drying my hair with the towel as I had just come out of the shower when my eyes landed on the lipstick that was on the dresser. Looking at it reminded me of her; I haven't heard from her in hours, and I don't want to lie. I missed her. I missed her presence. It's crazy because she doesn't feel the same, but I trusted time; just like Vivi always says, love takes time.I couldn't wait any longer, so I walked to the dresser and threw the towel on the bed. I picked up the lipstick before I got my phone; now I had an excuse to call her.I don't know why, for some reason, I was nervous. Sure, I was a man; I could handle rejection, but that constant feeling of being rejected weighed me down, the feeling of forcing someone to love you, even just a little.She asked me not to call her, as she said she was busy. I waited for her to at least text me, at least to tell me she had landed, but she didn't, I respected that she was settlin