All Chapters of Divorcing The Ruthless Billionaire: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The good atmosphere embracing us in the garden slightly dimmed when Damian's car pulled up. I felt my shoulders tense involuntarily. My fingers slowly curled tighter around the wine glass I was holding. The fairy lights cast a soft glow over his face as he stepped out, and for a moment, he just stood there, taking in the scene before him—the decorated garden, the half-eaten cake, the lingering warmth of celebration.Perhaps, taken aback of the festive scene. For a moment, I had forgotten about him. Our eyes met across the distance. I’d say he looked surprised, maybe even a little lost, like he had stumbled to something he also didn’t expect to came upon. It was there and then I inwardly figured out what was that look for.It wasn’t the celebration— it was the realization that it was my birthday— that he had forgotten. I cleared my throat and looked away. Suddenly, the joyful look in my face slowly faded. And it shouldn't have felt like it was new, but it did—a small, sharp pain that

I stayed in the room with Elon, smiling to him like everything was normal— even though my insides were a lot of emotions just by thinking what could happen now that Elizabeth was downstairs.My hands moved randomly, changing his clothes, brushing his hair, while my mind raced with a thousand thoughts, all centered on what they were about to do.Elizabeth.The thought of her being here—my sister, now Damian's lover, after everything that had happened—made me feel scared. Although, I kind of knew why she was here. After all, Damian finally had some free time after a busy week. I felt..a bit threatened.Probably because of the crazy thing she said the last time we saw each other.My heart was heavy when I brought my eyes to Elon, who was holding the small figurine clutched with his tiny fingers. He was playing with it. When he noticed my gaze, he looked up to me.“Is dad not coming back?” he asked, his eyes pure and innocent.“He has a visitor..” My voice was soft, but the weight behind

To think that I even woke up early thinking I’d get to do what I planned today. But upon that conversation with Alicia, I lost the will to continue.I sighed as I slouched in my swivel chair. When I went back here in my main office at the art gallery, I had been staring at the blank notepad in front of me. My mind buzzed with thoughts, but still, I wasn’t able to grasp a single one. I exhaled, then sit back straight. I tapped the end of my pen against the desk, the rhythmic sound filling the quiet room. The air smelled faintly of paint and varnish, and I have always liked how it created a comforting scent that reminded me of why I loved this place—but at that moment, I felt lost. It didn’t seem to work.A soft knock on the door pulled me out from my thoughts. "Come in," I called, thinking it was Alicia.The door swung open, and to my surprise, it was Mike who stepped inside, holding a paper bag in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other. His familiar, easygoing grin made me forget

I knew better than to stick with any of Elizabeth's business. They bring trouble—worse, dragged me in it.I knew as much—but I couldn't get it off my head.When I went home to rest and be with Elon, I attempted to occupy my mind. I played with him, talked to Dr. Advani to track Elon's activities and progress, contacted his nutritionist. I did what I usually do when I've got nothing to do but look after Elon.But it kept bugging me. The way it crept into my chest, I felt like there was something wrong and that I had to confirm it.Was Elizabeth cheating with Damian? With Ethab, a well-known fashion model?"Mommy!"Elon's voice pulled me out of my thoughts. I quickly looked his way and met his gaze, full of confusion."I'm sorry, what is it?" I let out a small smile, trying to hide the worried look. "I didn't understand, I was thinking of something.""I said Daddy still hasn't come home. Why?" He looked down, letting go of his dinosaur. "Last night you told me that you’ll talk to him."

Elon seemed to be satisfied with my suggestions. Slowly, his face lightened up, and that was enough to make him continue eating and not ask a single thing again. He had always been easy to please, and I liked that that hasn’t change. “How about I just drive you two when you go to work, and fetch you on or before 4pm?” Damian suggested, which earned him a smile from Elon.“I’d love that!”I nodded. It didn’t sound harmful, and it was actually good that he was trying to make up and compromise for Elon, too.Damian nodded at Elon’s response before finally looking at me. “Okay. We will leave at seven tomorrow and eat breakfast outside.”I didn’t answer. I remained quiet, and rest was history.The next morning, Damian was up early. When Elon and I went down he was in the kitchen cooking breakfast for us. I was surprise. For the past years, my job was to make him up before he gets late for work. Did he intentionally wake up early knowing he made a promise to Elon? Because that would surpr