All Chapters of Divorce? His Biggest Mistake: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

~WILLIAM~ I cleared my voice as I impatiently waited for my daughter to speak, but she didn't say a word; it was just silence, and I started to wonder what was happening. “Baby? Are you there?” I asked. “Yes, I'm just making sure these media people got it right,” she said, and that's when I heard the tapping of the keyboard keys, so she was busy searching on the internet. I mean, wasn't she too young for that? If I remember correctly, she was four, even though I haven't attended any of her birthdays. I always made sure I bought her an expensive gift so I knew she was four; in fact, she had just turned four a few days ago, and that was the reason why Anastasia and I got into that fight that led her to be locked up. “They say mom asked you for a divorce.” “W-what?” "Yes, and I asked Mom, but she didn't tell me this; that's why I called you.” She said, and I groaned and rubbed my temples as what I'd feared had happen

~ANASTASIA~ I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I let out a chuckle because this was absurd. Why would William change his mind now? He never loved me; our marriage was never meant to happen, so why on earth did he refuse to let me go now? “Is this a joke?” I turned to him, but he wasn't looking at me; instead, he was looking down. “Ms. Anastasia, please have your seat.” “I'm sorry, what? I mean, we both signed the divorce document; I'm here to get my copy, not to have second thoughts.” I said as my heart was now racing. “Ms. Anastasia, please sit down.” “I’m sorry, your honor but can we just get over with it.” “And I refuse to go through,” William said he sounded calm, which was the first as he had never been this calm, only when it came to Jimena. “I'm not signing it; I'm not giving up on my marriage.” “You’re sick. I mean…” I stopped myself as I realized what William was trying to do; he wanted me to

~WILLIAM~ Jimena was now holding me by my belt; I'd never seen this side of her. “You're hurting me.” “I don't care, William; answer me, then I'll let you go.” "Aah, didn't you figure it out already?” “No…” She shook her head. “You can't do this to me, William; you can't be falling for her.” She sounded like she was about to cry. “She refused to go through with the divorce, and the judge gave us two months.” I lied; I didn't want her to cry, I knew what came after that, she would tweet it to her followers since she had a fanbase and they would start a rumor. “That’s ridiculous don't tell me you did nothing about it; I mean-” “I had no choice, Jimena, but it's just two months after that I will separate from her and marry you.” I needed her to calm down; I couldn't deal with her as I was dealing with a lot already. She seemed to buy it as she loosened her grip on my belt. “Two months is a long time. What will happen when my bump starts to show? You know I'm a model; so

~ANASTASIA~ I still couldn't believe William was standing in front of me. I thought I would only see him again in court—when we finalize the divorce, well, I guess I was wrong. I tightened my grip on the documents in my hands to hold my ground. “Another failed interview?” He pouted his lips, which made me roll my eyes. "Oh, I forgot these companies are not even giving you a chance to speak; let me guess this time, I'm sorry we can't employ you, Mr. Rogers gave-” "Oh, save it, William.” I cut him, and for a moment he looked confused. “So what if I didn't get the job? It's not the end of the world.” "Well, it will be the end for you, and both you and I know it.” “You disgust me,” I said then almost walked away, but he held me back by my arm. “Let me go, William.” I struggled to free my arm but he didn't let go. “You just have to beg, then I'll forgive you; you'll not even need to publicly apologize for staining my n

~ANASTASIA~ It's been an hour. Yes, the distance from my apartment to the Lancaster mansion was half an hour's drive. We passed by the company. Dad had things to take care of. He asked me to go with him, but I refused and remained in the car. That's why we took another thirty minutes, as we had just arrived at the mansion now. The mansion was located outside town because he wanted all the space as it was very large. We were not the only family; most wealthy families built their homes outside town like there were many other families, including Vivienne's, which was called the Frost mansion. “Are you ready?” Dad asked, and I took a deep breath before I turned to him and told him I was ready. He warmly smiled, then got out before he held out his hand for me, which I took and followed his lead. “Ms. Anastasia, welcome back,” the servants we met on the way to the main entrance greeted, and I ignored them as my attention was on something else. I was