I'm Divorcing with You, Mr Billionaire!

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. Enthusiastic smiles and grins curled up my lips the closer I got to her. My short trip had come

was standing. At first, I hadn't noticed, but someone familiar walked quickly past me. I couldn't help but sto

his as usual. He probably didn't see me? Or maybe he didn't recognize me again? I'd been gone for just three months, but if that was enough time for him not to know who I wa

and some makeup on. A right red body-con dress hugged my curves in all the right places. Altogether, I looked like a better and more beautiful version of the self I left behind as "Mrs. Torres." I chuckled proudly and pushed my sunglasses down fr

so freaking much!" she s

nd I brushed off some strands from my face.

jokingly frowned, "so you

th," I shrugge

ack myself," Grace said, smiling. She leaned dow

rked. It was a different car from the one she

car?" I asked o

she'd been waiting for me to ask.

mmented. "Should probably g

probably? You're defin

ed a little incredulously,

rrow. It's almost

o click the car remote before settling into the car. T

ce when I finally broke the news to Grace, though in th

nce from the steeri

ar

ound too surprised-maybe because she

past each other while I

the road, now practically gliding. I co

I so happy to hear that?" Her voice rose again until she

ed when I noticed, too. I must have

lly drove up the winding road to our shared villa

you off here, da

e?" I asked her

rty. Not the most enthusiastic about it, but I

d, unclicking

e every single detail about your trip

d pulling out my suitcase before I watched her turn

ntain overlooking the sea-a playground for the wealthy elite of the city. It felt so good to be back home.

hed against my skin as I reached for the doorknob, pushing t

'd returned to, a shot of fear danced sharply through my veins. I felt it

ywhere in my body. I knew instantly what that thing at my side w

red in a low, threatening voice

help, but I knew that would be a foolish move. His presence e

e fear that had already taken hold. I realized then that the man

mercy. I knew that any sudden movement could provoke him further,

f a criminal often meant being silenced permanent

me. The dark presence sent

p," he

understand what he meant,

d, now opening my eyes to see his figure outlined in front

lood that marred the fabric of his shirt. Then my eyes

re was an air of authority about him, a confidence that spoke of someone accustomed to

e told what he wanted me to do next. I gathered my resolve with trembling hands. He pulled off his jacket, the

removed the bullet himself, bu

" I sta

at down heavily o

"Do... do I get the fi

nted in pain as he s

my hands trembled as I worked. He grunted in discomfort and grimaced as I moved,

dn't do much but quickly moved to hide. I took this as a cue to answer the door, although I

nding there. He must have recognized me at

abbed m

with me!"

off hi

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