I'm Divorcing with You, Mr Billionaire!

RK

and relax. I stepped out of the car and loosened my tie, eager to get inside and finally relax. When I entered the house, I saw

aid before I could even reac

f Sydney's parents had been lent to the GT Group, which I owned. This was a contract that benefited both parties

itiful demeanor she carried around her, which was enough to convince an outsider that she was being treated wrongly

new stunt, which I was

eaving, but all I was met with was an empty table. A frown creased my

e? And where

I got a report from eyes who'd happened to see her leaving with her

ce thing she brought up. Did she expect m

d probably just gone to her parents' house. Where else could she go? They would su

y assistant entered the office. Without a word, he pla

ee this, sir," he said

pen to find the emboldened words "Divorce Proceedings." I frown

said to my assistant, who bowe

like a smart game to her, but to me, it was non

y firm based in Europe that specialized in investing in a variety of sectors like consumer goods, services, fashion, medical

r my firm, and the next month was going to be a whirlwind of activities. With me having to crisscross the globe and meet with potential in

bringing some useles

ce, feeding them into the shredder and watching the machine devour every single one of the

till wasn't there. My nose was hit with a gust of stuffiness when I pushed the door to her bedroom open, and th

ot retu

picked up my phone and

call is no longer in use," came the

led a

trying to-" I cut the ca

my assistant. Get in touch with he

sfully added more fuel to my already foul mood. I went into the shower, turned on the tap, let a torrent of co

and hadn't heard from her for a long time. Despite all, I still felt that Sydney's disappearance was part

from my second trip. Before boarding the plane, I gave strict instructions t

back because something on the table in the corners caught my hand. When I moved closer to see, it

the woman I loved, but Sydney, her sister. I felt like such a fool back then, standing in front of the congregation like nothing was wrong. I just had to

and photographers at every corner, I got into my car and pulled the damned ring off my finger. I

lying there in its own full circle of dust, I couldn't help

eaving the useless relic there and walking out of the door. I st

t of the car. I was quite popular, and a couple of people would often approach me

did the job to an extent, with me having to add some bizarre mysteriousness to my outfit. While sometime

tch, when a woman brushed past me. The trail of her perfume danced over my face and slowly into my nose. The

ouldn't resist turning my head. Her figure was receding into the

ever seeing th