All Chapters of The Billionaire Ex-Wife’s Return : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

031Alora's POV Maybe I was a little extreme in the way I handled my last conversation with Fredrick. While I agreed that there were some things I shouldn't have said, I could beat my chest and say that I wasn't exactly wrong. Fredrick had caused the line by saying the things he did and acting like that, and I, on the other hand, might have ended the argument on a more extreme basis. I will arrange for a press release and notify them to not expect us together anymore. And for the money, I'll figure it out myself.My own words replayed in my head. Up until yesterday, it made a shit ton of sense and I had spent the entire night figuring out what to do. I had even told my personal assistant to schedule an interview with one of our trusted reporters in the city's news station. But now, as the day slowly ticked by, I couldn't help but wonder if I'd done the right thing. Was a press release really my best option? Right now, just three people knew about those pictures; me, Fredrick,

033Eliaz’s POV Evil really did pay off with the best results, no one could tell me otherwise. Up until a couple of days ago, I was convinced that karma was back to kick me in the chin, or where it would hurt the most, but all I needed to remind me that karma was barely a social construct, was the inside news I'd been getting recently. Thanks to shadow, we'd managed to get a mole in Alora and Fredrick's company. I'd been skeptical about the idea at first, because ever since her arrival, everyone had been craving to be on her side, even the big dogs I always saw as unapproachable. It didn't even take him up to twenty four hours and he'd planted someone to do our dirty job for us. Even after reassuring me in his crooked and twisted ways, it did nothing. Until I started getting results, that is. Thanks to our little spy, I was aware that the last meeting had ended in a deadlock. He didn't have the specifics yet, but I already knew that something was bothering Fredrick and it wa

035Eliaz's POV Nothing could describe how mad I was. Well, if I was being more accurate, I wasn't sure mad was the right word. More like irritated and it was all thanks to one person.Shadow. He was a pretty decent guy, when it came to his work ethics. He got the job done when asked, and at this point, I could say he was doing his job a little too well too. Never in a million years did I think I would ever come across the pictures he'd given me today. It was crazy, and I had no idea if it had anything to do with the fact that they were computer generated, or that I actually liked them. I gulped. I had missed Alora over the years, and terribly so too. I always tried to hide it, but even that was enough. At a point, I even had to look for other ways to satisfy my cravings, but why didn't I think of Shadow’s idea? The only reason I was mad at him for showing me those pictures, was because I hadn't gotten to them first. There was something about the way her blue eyes stared int

038Alora's POV I was starting to regret this, and I was barely at my destination. Was this a bad sign?“Relax, Alora.” I let out a mouthful of breaths. For more efficiency, I even started counting to ten and back again. Anything to get my thumping heart come back to normal. “Just take a deep breath and relax.” No matter how many times I repeated that phrase to myself, it didn't particularly do much. With every turn I made that led me closer to our agreed meeting point, I felt my heart threaten to leap out of my body. So many times, the thought of turning back crosses my mind, but what kind of human would I be to pass out a potential opportunity to clear my name?“It's okay.” I muttered to myself. With my fingers clenched tight around the steering wheel I followed the GPS direction. “All you have to do is get there and ….” The rest of my words were replaced by a shrill cry as I slammed my feet into my brakes immediately. The tires screeched against the tarred road, and it took

040Fredrick’s POV I hated traffic lights, or if I was being honest, not really. I just hated the fact that I had to see one right now, and just when I had pulled up to it and was seconds away from zooming past, it just had to switch to red. What the actual fuck?I wanted to yell out loud, but it was almost midnight, and the roads were close to being deserted. Throughout my entire drive that had led up to this point, I had counted only a handful of cars and while I wasn't exactly this erratic, I wished I was the only one on the road. That way, I could do whatever I wanted to do and when I wanted to do it. Like run through the many buildings standing in my way till I got to the station. I inhaled and exhaled a couple of times, willing myself to calm down. A larger part of me couldn't help but feel like the best way to let out all the stress was by probably yelling or punching something, but I wasn't about to ruin something in the car and delay me any further. I was already late