All Chapters of The Best Divorce: Never Forgive The Scandalous Billionaire: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Chris’s POVI try to focus on driving, but my mind stays stuck on the woman in the car with me. The faint scent of her hair lingers in the air between us, something soft and fresh, that reminds me of the open mountain air. It’s soothing at first, but then my thoughts shift, and the calm it brings sours. Her husband. The man is insufferable.Arrogant. Controlling. Self-important. Everything about him rubs me the wrong way. I’ve dealt with his type before—the kind of guy who sees the world as something he owns, everyone in it as either a pawn or a possession. The way he talked to her, gripped her arm like he owned her, made me want to break his fingers. If only I wasn’t law enforcement and had to be an example.I glance at her out of the corner of my eye. She’s quiet, her hands resting tensely in her lap as she picks at her nails. Even now, she looks like she’s holding something back, like there’s a wall built up just to keep herself together. I force myself to ease my grip on the

Lillian’s POV When Michael says it, I don’t feel relief or gratitude. His words drip with self-righteousness, like he’s making some grand sacrifice for my benefit. His tone grates on me.“I don’t care who you have children with, have as many as you want! We’re getting a divorce anyway.”“Did that cop say something to you?” he demands, stepping closer. “You knew each other before, didn’t you? When? Where? Answer me! How did you meet him?”The barrage of questions throws me off. “Don’t think that just because he’s backing you up, you can do whatever you want. Right now, you’re still my wife and there won’t be a time when you’re not.”His words hit a nerve, and I step back instinctively, but Michael doesn’t let me. He grabs my arm and pulls me toward him with a force that makes me stumble. Before I can react, he leans in, his hand gripping my chin as he tries to kiss me.“No!” I yell, struggling against him. Sex won’t just erase all the pain. My resistance only seems to fuel his dete

Lillian’s POVI hesitate before picking it up. His insistence feels more like a command than a request. I return to the room and start changing clothes.When I catch my reflection in the mirror, disappointment settles in my chest.It’s too loose—especially around the bust. My eyes drift down to the way the fabric hangs awkwardly on me. The size feels like a cruel reminder. Michael’s gaze might have been on me when he picked it out, but his mind? That was somewhere else entirely.“It’s too big,” I say, keeping my voice flat as I reach the kitchen.“I’ll have my assistant exchange it.” Michael glances up from his phone.Did your assistant buy it? I want to ask. Did she base it of the specifications of other dresses you’ve bought before? Do you give the other woman expensive gifts like you do me?I don’t say any of this. Too mentally exhausted to have another screaming match with a man who doesn’t listen.“I’ll go myself. I’ve got time. Winter break means I don’t have much else to do.”

Lillian’s POV“Lillian, you are overreacting,” Michael hisses. “I’m always overreacting. Is that your go to sentence when you don’t have a way to defend yourself? When you know my words are true? All I needed for this divorce was evidence, I have it now.” “Thank you, Catherine. I am so sorry for interrupting your time with my husband, please go back and enjoy yourself further.”I look at Catherine with a sharp smile. Ava grabs my arm. She looks past me at Michael, still standing by the store entrance with Catherine lurking just behind him. Her expression hardens.“You’re both disgusting!” she spits, her voice sharp and cutting. Without waiting for a response, she ushers me toward her car. I let her guide me, too numb to resist, my legs moving as if they belong to someone else.Once inside, she slams the car door and turns to me. “Lillian, don’t cry over that bastard. A man like that isn’t worth your tears.” “As painful as this is, you should see it as a blessing in disguise. It’s

Michael’s POVI step into the shopping plaza with Catherine by my side. She’s dressed in something over the top as usual—a tight red dress that barely qualifies as professional. She chose it yesterday while talking to the clerk after Lillian walked out. She loops her arm through mine, leaning in as she talks about the upcoming Christmas promotion we’re supposedly here to finalize.I nod along absently, my thoughts elsewhere. This is just another routine stop, another task to cross off my list. I have bigger things on my mind—like how to fix things with Lillian. Women like Catherine were fun in bed, but they weren’t wife material. And Lillian, well she wasn’t the type to enjoy the type of fun i like to in bed, so I respected that, I took my fun somewhere else.I glance around the mall, the holiday decor shimmering under the lights. Everything feels gaudy, loud. Catherine pulls me toward one of the displays, asking for my opinion, but my focus shifts to a figure in the crowd.Lillia