Semua Bab The Rise of the Betrayed Billionaire's Ex-Wife: Bab 1 - Bab 8

"Fine! We divorce, and take your three useless daughters!" Damian's voice echoed in the room, cold and heartless. Elena stood up straight, staring at Damian without a single tear on her face. Then she nodded slowly and turned away without another word. There was no point in prolonging a conversation with a man who didn't even appreciate his own flesh and blood. Her steps were quick up the stairs, heading straight for her children's rooms. Olivia, her eldest eight-year-old daughter, was reading a book on the bed. Katty, six, was playing with a doll, while Delya, the youngest at just three years old, slept soundly, her fingers still gripping the edge of her blanket. "Mommy?" Olivia looked at her mother in confusion. "Why does Mommy look angry?" Elena took a deep breath, trying to calm her emotions before speaking. "Honey, we need to get out of here right now."Katty turned her head, her eyes wide. "Leave? Where, Mom?""To a better place." Elena smiled softly, even though her hear

The next day, in front of the registry office, Elena stood tall with her head held high. Her hands clutched tightly around her small bag, while beside her, Damian stood proudly.An officer came in with two divorce certificates, handing them over one by one."This is the divorce certificate, sir, madam. You are now officially divorced," the officer said formally.Elena accepted the deed with a faint smile. Damian, meanwhile, just let out a long sigh, putting the divorce certificate into his coat without looking at it again."You think you can survive without me?" Damian said in a mocking tone.Elena turned her head, raising one eyebrow. "Of course."Damian chuckled, folding his arms across his chest. "Don't be silly, Elena. Without my money, you wouldn't have survived. You shouldn't have refused the compensation I gave you."Elena smiled sarcastically. "Oh, so now you're worried?" Damian shook his head slowly, as if taking pity. "I'm just thinking realistically. You have no one, no p

After returning from the party, Elena sat down at her desk, staring at the blank paper in front of her. Her hand was already gripping the pencil, but her mind drifted towards the man she had just met tonight-Nathaniel Drake Sebastian. "Did I offend him?" she muttered under her breath. He didn't apologize when he bumped into her at the party, instead he just walked away. The man was definitely not the type to be ignored. Had Nathaniel asked her to make this suit as a form of punishment? Elena let out a long breath. "Never mind, I just need to keep my promise." Tamara, who was sitting on the sofa with her laptop on her lap, gave Elena a curious glance. "El, have you figured out what kind of design you want to make?" Elena tapped her pencil against the table. "I don't know what she likes yet. But I can guess from his style. A man like Nathaniel must like something classic, elegant and high quality." Tamara nodded in agreement. "He always looks neat. Seems like the type who do

Tamara patted Elena's shoulder gently. "Good decision, El. You don't need another man like him in your life. You can stand on your own, and you have me." Elena smiled a little. "Thank you, Tam. I'm lucky to have a best friend like you." Tamara chuckled. "It's obvious. Now, how about we eat out? My treat. I'm sure you and the kids could use a little entertainment." Olivia, Katty, and Delya immediately cheered with excitement. "Eating out? Yay!" Elena smiled at their excitement. "Alright, but don't order too much." Tamara glared. "Never mind, El. Let me spoil you once in a while!" With their hearts a little lighter, they went to a well-known family restaurant in town. It wasn't very fancy, but it was cozy and had delicious food. Once they entered, the waiter greeted them kindly and escorted them to an empty table in the corner. "Olivia, Katty, Delya, what would you like to eat?" Tamara asked Elena's children. "I want pasta!" Olivia exclaimed. "I want steak!" Katty sa