All Chapters of The Best Divorce: Never Forgive The Scandalous Billionaire: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Lillian’s POV I step out of the hotel, and the brisk winter breeze instantly brushes against my face.  Zurich's streets are lively, snowflakes fall gently around me.I'm here to surprise Micheal. The elementary school where I work organized a trip to Switzerland, and by chance, I had booked the same hotel as my husband. This year, Micheal has invested in a new resort project in the city, and he's here on business. I didn't tell him I'd be visiting. I'm hoping to bring a bit of home to his busy day.I make my way to a small bakery on the corner. The smell of fresh pastries fills the air as I step inside. The shopkeeper, a woman with kind eyes, greets me with a smile."May I help you?""Yes, I'd like a dozen ginger cookies," I say, tapping my finger against the jar."Are these for someone special?" she asks. "They are," I reply, with a smile. "My husband absolutely adores them. I can already picture his face lighting up when he sees them. Plus, they're the only thing that can distrac

Lillian's POVMichael's expression turns to one of worry, and he rushes forward toward me. "Lillian, what are you doing here? Why do you look like this?" he asks, sounding almost genuinely worried. But I can't bring myself to believe his concern is real—not with that woman standing there, looking at me like I'm the impostor here.Just this morning, I was so excited, filled with hope for our time in Switzerland. But now, all I want is to go home. My expectations haven't come close to reality."I came here with the other teachers," I begin quietly. "Our boss arranged a retreat for us. I thought I'd surprise you." "You should have told me," he says, a hint of impatience edging his voice."I wanted it to be a pleasant surprise," I reply, hugging myself against the chill."But when I arrived, the receptionist didn't believe I was your wife. She... she laughed at me." I swallow hard, remembering the sting of humiliation. "She said you were already with your wife in your office. Then secu

Lillian's POVThe restaurant feels suddenly suffocating. The quiet clinking of dishes and low hum of voices fade as Catherine's words echo in my mind. She couldn't mean it... could she?"Aren't you going to guess?" Her voice is almost playful, teasing, as if this is some innocent game."It can't be...""Yes, Lillian. The man providing the sperm is Michael." Inside, disbelief and anger are crashing like waves. Just then, Michael strides back to the table, his brow raised as he glances between us. "What did I miss?" he asks."Michael, are you really planning on having a child with this woman?" He shifts awkwardly, glancing at Catherine, who's watching him with a triumphant expression."Yes, Lillian. I was going to talk to you about it, but I was afraid you'd misunderstand.""Misunderstand? How could I possibly misunderstand this?""Lillian, please," he says, trying to calm me."Catherine is a friend, and she wants to be a mother. I thought helping her would be... thoughtful. It's not

Lillian's POVThat night, when I return to the hotel, my colleagues were gathered together drinking. They were chatting about the amusing things that happened while skiing during the day."Hi, Lillian. Come have a drink! How was your day?" one of my colleagues waved at me."I'm a bit tired. I'll head back to my room to rest," I said, forcing a smile.Then I just check the flight information, catch the earliest flight home.Two days later, I keep moving in and out of rooms, half-expecting him to call, to notice I left, to ask why.But I don't hear from him. No texts, no voicemails, nothing.It's on the third day that the front door finally creaks open and Michael walks in."Lillian, I'm glad you made it home safe." He holds a small shopping bag, the label from a familiar luxury brand. “Here," he says, chuckling lightly as he hands it to me. " A little apology. Figured you might appreciate something nice after all that...unpleasantness."I accept the bag, staring down at it as he keeps

Lillian's POVThe next day, Michael didn’t go to the office in the morning. Instead, he drives me to see a psychologist.I sit stiffly beside him, eyes on the window as the city blurs past. When the car finally pulls up outside the counseling center, my stomach tightens. I glance at Michael, who seems oddly calm.I wonder if he really believes this will fix anything. Or does he just want a witness to say this is all my fault?Inside, the counselor, a middle-aged woman with a warm smile, greets us. I force a polite nod. We’re escorted to the small office where she invites us to sit."So," she begins gently, "is there anything specific either of you would like to address today?"Before I can even process the question, Michael speaks up, launching into a version of events that makes my blood boil. "My wife has been unreasonable lately. She keeps coming up with these delusions that I am interested in the woman I work with. No matter how much I reassure her, she keeps pushing. A little j