All Chapters of Divorced my abusive husband, married my billionaire boss : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

“W-what?! Amelia, can you stop this?!” Ethan stuttered, his hands paused mid-air, his expression filled with confusion on whether to say he loved her or not.Before he could react further, Amelia turned and stormed towards the door, her movements sharp and determined.Ethan’s instinct kicked in and he quickly stepped in her way, blocking her from moving forward.“Alright! I love you Amelia!” he exclaimed. “You do?…” Amelia whispered, her tone filled with a mixture of doubt and hope as her eyes widened. For a brief moment, the tension in the room seemed to ease. She stared deep into Ethan’s eyes as if searching for some sincerity in what he said.“Y-yes I do…” Ethan said, his voice shaky and firm at the same time. “Just don't move from here, let me deal with whoever is at the door.” He quickly turned and walked towards the door.As he opened the door, just enough to glance through, there stood Jane, his assistant, holding onto a stack of files.“Sir, here are the files you asked for,”

Ryan’s lips widened with a smile, his composure calm and collected, and with a tiny trace of satisfaction, he smiled, almost like he wanted the moment to happen. Then he gestured casually between the two women. “Melinda, meet Iris, my friend. Iris, meet Melinda, my flatmate.” With a soft click of her heels on the floor, Iris walked towards Melinda, a wide grin on her face as she held out her hand, “Hello Melinda, it's a pleasure to meet you.” Melinda remained still, her heart racing as Iris's perfume scent became stronger with each step she took, the very same scent she perceived weeks ago in her matrimonial room. With her hands clenched to her sides, her fingers digging into her palms, she gave Iris a long stare, ignoring her stretched-out hands, and then her gaze shifted to Ryan. Her voice was low and loaded with suppressed anger as she spoke. “So this is the whore you've been sleeping with on our matrimonial bed right?” Silence filled the room, and Iris gave her a ster

This time Melinda stopped, as if coming back from a trance. She turned slowly, her eyes distant and sightless as if she was looking through Ethan rather than at him. She stared unfocused, lost in the world of pain and suffering that Ethan couldn't begin to understand.Ethan gently held her arm to steady her as he asked, “Melinda, what’s wrong?” His voice was urgent yet gentle. She just stared at him, her gaze still unfocused as she opened her mouth to speak but couldn't form the words.“You can't get in like this, come with me to my home.” Ethan beckoned as he held his arms, guiding her away from the bank entrance. Melinda didn't resist, she nodded weakly as she followed his steps towards the driveway and into the back of one of his luxury cars.“Start the car, we are going home,” Ethan instructed the driver, his voice steady and commanding. As they began the journey, Melinda rested her head gently on Ethan’s shoulder and he moved closer to her to make her more comfortable. The ride

The gentle, steady sound of wine pouring into a glass was the only sound that disrupted the thick silence in the room. Silas poured the wine carefully, each move put together intentionally as he fixed drinks for Amelia’s parents. They came visiting, regarding their daughter’s admission into the hospital. Their faces were a blend of worry and contemplation. “Silas… I believe what my wife said makes a lot of sense. What do you think?” Dash, Amelia’s father said, breaking the silence. Silas let out a soft sigh and gave each glass to them. He then sank into his magnificent cushion chair. Slowly, sipped his wine, and then he spoke, his voice steady but commanding. “I think it's a good idea,” he said as he leaned back, his eyes winking slightly. “Since the accident happened in his place, it will be easy to convince him to care for her to full recovery.” Amelia’s parents nodded in agreement, their faces reflective as they enjoyed their wine. Amelia’s mother broke the silence. “I h

Melinda turned, her heart almost racing out of her chest. She gasped as her eyes landed on the figure calling her. It was a woman… similar in height and physique, with the same dark black hair as hers, though shorter. The resemblance was striking, almost like staring at her reflection.“Mother…” The words escaped her lips like a shaky whisper. Her legs trembled under her. This was a woman she had mourned, a woman she thought was dead! The mother she hadn't seen since she was five years old. There she was, standing right in front of her. It felt like she had seen a ghost.For a brief moment, it felt like time had come to a halt. They just stared at each other, lips slightly opened but no words to describe the moment or say anything at all. Tears gathered in Irene’s eyes, glowing like delicate jewels as they dropped. She stared at her little girl, now a woman, alive and healthy. A wave of relief and guilt washed over her. This was a child she had to leave in the care of child protecti