All Chapters of Divorcing The Ruthless Billionaire: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

“What are you trying to say, that what I saw was just a part of your scheme?” I clenched my fists, my brows furrowing deeper. “ That dating Ethab was just a facade to hide your relationship with Damian?”God, just as I thought I finally had an upperhand. So, that’s the reason why she smirked at me back then. She was smug because she knew even though I saw her, I wouldn’t be able to use that againsther.Elizabeth, in her mocking expression, stood before me with her sweet smile resting across her face. Her golden hair was cascaded in loose waves over her shoulders, complimenting her angelic face. Her deep brown eyes gleamed with fake sincerity, as though she was innocent— and she was the one being wronged here. “You’re making this harder than it needs to be, Eleanor.” She crossed her arms over her chest. Her posture was casual, and effortless— the same old stance that always got me thinking why she chose to be a model than an actress.With that behavior, and attitude, she wouldn’t nee

I was sobbing hard, each ripping through my chest uncontrollably. I cried—loud, messy, and unrestrained. I let out years of pent-up pain, disappointment, and exhaustion. It poured out of me in waves, shaking me to the core. I spent so much time pretending to be strong, but now? I didn’t think I could even pretend anymore. After that confrontation, all my tough walls just melted like ice cubes in a heating pan.I was so lost of it, I barely noticed the soft footsteps rushing toward me until a pair of hands touched my shoulder.“Miss Eleanor?”I looked up to see who it was— at first a bit blurry, but one harsh wipe was all it took to see Anikka, one of my maids. Her voice was cautious, and hesitant, as if she wasn’t sure if she was even allowed to come near me. When I didn’t push her away, she knelt beside me and wrapped an arm around my shoulders, which took me by surprise.“W-what… are you doing?” I asked with my voice filled with woe.Why is she hugging me…“I don’t know how else I

Mike left. That was our cue to get inside. Elon walked beside me, his small hand in mine. He talked about the cars parked outside, the flowers lining in the pathway—but I could I barely registered his words. My mind was busy pondering over what happened.I wasn’t planning to think about it— but looking at the house made me feel the same tension I felt this morning. I hated to, but it felt like a ghostly scene that I couldn’t get rid of. “Dad didn’t bring his black car. I always thought it’s his best out of his three. It’s super cool!” Elon tugged at my fingers, trying to pull me into his excitement.I forced a small smile. I looked down to him and squeezed his hand lightly. “Yeah. I know, baby. You always tell me that.” I breathed. “Do you want me to borrow your dad’s keys so we could try driving it?”His grin was wide. “Can we?”I nodded. As we reached the entrance, I noticed the doors were already open. Mathilde and Anikka were there, waiting. And they had always been attentive,

Chapter 39: Emerging AngerMy heart was in discord, thrumming with a mixture of uneasiness, and concern. I didn’t really had a choice when he spoke to me looking like that. He sounded impatient, and I definitely didn’t want to throw the good atmosphere in the living room so I stood up and followed, with hesitant movement.We walked upstairs, and went into the master bedroom. I was the one who shut the heavy wooden door behind me, and I felt the tension rightafter.If this was about me not telling him beforehand that we left with Mike, then I could apologize. But why did he look so bothered?“Damian, you weren’t answering my calls, so—”He turned to me with his jaw tauted and his gaze dark with something unreadable. That made me stop— and threatened.I held my breath.I was wrong. This wasn’t just because of that. There was something else and I feel that I could guess what it was.Elizabeth.“What happened this morning, Eleanor?” he finally asked, his voice now low but firm.I let out a

Chapter 41: Big DecisionI walked down the hall, my fingers tracing the details of my ring on my fourth finger as I moved. My steps were small, making little to no sound. I was afraid Elon would hear me and he’d come to ask me down to continue the small talk we were having before Damian arrived.That, I can’t do right now.I headed to my room— the guest room sitting just beside Elon. Walls painted cream and dark brown, with three of my paintings back when I was college hanging in the wall. It was where I had been staying.And Damian hadn’t said anything about it— just as expected. Surely, he wouldn’t think we’d still share a bed together even after all that. Except the room felt quiet draining when entered. The space felt foreign— or was it the feeling, after letting it all out like a mad woman?I sat in the bed and stared at the floor— then to my right hand where my ring was on. Looking at it pained me, which was strange, because I had always hold on to it because it gave me so much