All Chapters of Divorcing The Ruthless Billionaire: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

"Agreed..."The smile on my face collapsed. Just like that, the conversation was interrupted, and the good ambiance circling around was disturbed. Standing up to face him was my initial reaction. Had I not been more careful, I would've voiced out the question that popped in my head as soon as our eyes met.What was he doing here?"I didn't know you're invited." Abby expressed herself the most profound way."This is also my house. I didn't need to be invited." Damian made it clear, raising a brow."I was talking about our conversation, but thanks for reminding me, Damian." Abby answered sarcastically.I returned my gaze to Abby to refrain her from engaging in a discord with Damian. "I'm sorry. I didn't give him a heads-up because I thought he was going to look after Elon."I gently pulled Damian by his arm to take him away from the dining table."That was rude, Damian." I had to say, my face full of discontent. "Why did you come? Elon's going to be all alone.""Elizabeth was there." He

".... lay low."My body went rigid. My heartbeat slowed, and I halted. Was I hearing things? Did I mishear it? Because there was no way my father would know of their relationship. He may have favored Elizabeth growing up, but he wouldn't condone such a mistake. He wouldn't allow a transgression like that in our family."And back down, dad? We can make stories and manipulate the media. Rumors are just rumors if we can cover them up with some fabricated statements and press releases.""I can't afford to lose this position to Manuel or Roque. Do what I say, or I will not approve of your marriage the moment Damian and Elizabeth divorce."My pulse hammered in my ears, drowning out Elizabeth and Dad's voices from a few meters away. My heart pummeled as I tried to process what I just heard. Fabricating statements? Covering it up? Covering up what, her affair with my husband? She still wanted to deceive the whole world, while openly proving them wrong by showing intimacy in public with Damian

That was the last time I spoke to Damian.For three days, I avoided interaction with him. I didn't even want to look at him in the eye. I acted as if it was only Elon and I that existed. Whenever he visited, I'd exit the room on cue and let him bond with Elon. Just like that, the agreement that we had when I first revealed that I knew about his affair with my sister had ended without a word.Not that he cared. Because if he was serious about keeping it, he wouldn't have brazenly come here with Elizabeth everyday, unafraid of people finding out about our failed marriage. I did hope he wouldn't, though.And since he acted so free to do what he wanted, what else could I do to cover him up? I knew Elon was starting to worry about our set-up, but feeding him lies wouldn't cut it. I could no longer prolong it, knowing Damian would just willingly show him otherwise. It would be a useless attempt.And perhaps knowing that my father knew about Damian and Elizabeth's relationship was my last st

The day had been long—expectedly, yet uncomfortably long. I spent the whole day running around, preparing for Elon’s treatment at home. And for the first time, the house experienced a whirlwind of activities—medical equipment, phone calls, new people rearranging the house. It was overwhelming, but it had to be done. All at once, since I wasn’t really informed beforehand that it was going to be home-based.The same day, I asked Alice to look for two maids that could assist our doctor and Elon in the house. That automatically occupied all of our vacant rooms, but at least Dr. Advani, Elon’s oncologist from India would be more comfortable. And not that I was saving those rooms for specific people, anyway.Damian surprisingly helped me with all the necessary things needed to be done. From organizing the details, to keeping the doctor’s arrival in check by hiring some bodyguards to pick him up and drive him to our house. He also accompanied me in some of the errands, but it wasn’t the kind

A week passed. The following days felt like a blur— taking turns between legal meetings, Elon’s needs, and nights spent staring at the ceiling. Elon’s treatment had started, and it came with a kind of tiredness that always worn me out at the end of the day— not that I I didn’t want to do it.My mornings were filled with discussions with Elon’s doctors and nutritionist, and I always listened carefully to every piece of advice they gave. I was cautious and on-hand. Damian, too. I guess we were finally seeing each other eye-to-eye. Somehow, I feel contented with the attention and effort he was showing to keepsafe our son. We were both thorough in making sure Elon had the best care possible.My afternoons, however, were spent buried in paperwork, finalizing decisions about the blocked payment that was now being redirected to a cancer charity. It had taken multiple visits to my lawyer and the bank, endless forms, signatures, and confirmations, but it was finally done. Evenings were just me