All Chapters of After Divorce, I Became A Hotshot Lawyer: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Josephine’s POV “Spotted! Billionaire, Francesco De Luca and Astral telecoms heiress, April Newman, spark dating rumours after getting caught sharing a steamy kiss three days ago,” The article's headline read. Repressing the urge to cry, I scrolled through the pictures and there it was, the proof of what had been happening right under my eyes for almost a year now. Hell, it had probably been happening for over a year at that point. My husband, Francesco De Luca, was in a relationship with his longtime business partner, April Newman, who I had once met at a charity function that my husband threw in honour of our wedding, three years ago. In two of the pictures, they were both laughing along to something, with April's hand clasped to her mouth, and in the last picture, they were full-on kissing in front of the restaurant, with April wearing Francesco’s coat. So this was really it. Francesco was never going to come back to me, no matter how hard I cried and prayed to the un

Josephine's POV “Stop sleeping like a log and wake up,” A male's voice wafted into my ears, which was followed by cold water trickling down my body, and that snapped me right out of my slumber. Gasping, I opened my eyes and sat up, only to see my boss, Bruce Gavinski and his wife, Rachel Gavinski, hovering over me, their expressions everything but pleasant. “Good morning,” I said, standing up from my cot. “It's been two weeks since you started working here yet we still have to wake you up to do your job. Maybe if we deduct from your salary, you'll be motivated to wake up at the right time instead of being a slug,” Rachel spat, eying me angrily. “Will you take yourself to the kitchen this instant?” “Yes, ma'am. I'm sorry,” I rambled out before heading to the kitchen, while caressing my chest as I suddenly felt nauseous. It was probably my overpowering anxiety. I was anxious about a lot of things, ranging from Russo finding me and making the rest of my life a living hell to h

FIVE YEARS LATERFrancesco’s POV“The sales memo will be sent to your email immediately Jenny is done arranging them, sir,” My assistant, Patrick Bradshaw, said, as I reviewed the pile of paperwork on my desk.“Alright then. I will be expecting it,” I replied. “You may leave.”Within five minutes, I was done assessing the paperwork. Thereafter, I proceeded to sort the promising proposals into a folder and the others in an envelope.I was about going out for lunch, my first meal of the day as today was exceptionally busy, being that it was the last week of the month, when my phone dinged with a notification.Sitting back on my swivel chair, I opened my phone, and saw that it was an email from “Tendrils of Love”, and a thick shroud of resentment instantly filled me.“Tendrils of Love” was a website that I had specially designed for Josephine and I on our third marriage anniversary. Back then, we had both listed our plans and goals for the next five years and had locked the website after

Francesco’s POV“I have reviewed the sales memo and am quite impressed with how high the quarterly profit has risen,” I said into the desk microphone. “Kudos to the marketing team.”“Thank you, sir,” The team leader of the marketing department, Ava, said.“So that's all for today,” I continued. “Or does anyone have a question?”“No, sir,” Everyone chorused.“In the absence of none, I hereby declare this meeting over,” I said, rising up to my feet. Moments later as I trekked into the elevator, my phone vibrated with a notification. Swiping it open, I saw that it was a text message from April, which went thus;“Hi, Francesco. I'm sorry about that day. I was too pissed off with my dad and brother, so I didn't know what I was saying. I'm leaving for Italy tomorrow. Forgive me, please?”“Okay. It's cool.” I simply replied, before placing my phone on the desk.I had decided against texting her informally as I wanted to keep my distance from her. My being friendly with April had brought not

Francesco’s POV“Good morning, Mr De Luca,” My private chef, Evelyn, greeted, as I walked downstairs. “Would you like me to plate your food now?”“Morning, Evelyn. I will just have a sandwich to go,” I replied. “Thank you.”“Alright, Mr De Luca.”It had been three days since I moved to Australia. I was currently living alone in my penthouse there. After eating inedible foods for two straight days, I had decided to hire a chef.I could learn how to cook if I wanted, I just didn't have the time to.For the past three days, I had only slept for a total of ten hours because the thought of my father successfully taking my company always kept me up at night.Plus there was still the issue of finding a lawyer because there was no way in hell that I'd let Josephine be on my case.Hell to the fucking no.After having my sandwich, I took the elevator to the parking lot, got into my Maserati and drove to the law firm, the image of Josephine not leaving my head for a second.As much as it hurt me