The Divorced Billionaire Heiress

he table next to him, half-empty, and in his hand, he clutched an almost drained glass. His eyes were red-rimmed, unfocused, as he stared at the divorce papers sp

ely ajar, where the sound of the shower reverberated softly against the walls. Mila was in there, her presence as undeniable a

her. After all, wasn't th

ay unconscious just a few minutes before, crumpled on the

eyes hollow as if the very life had drained out of her in those moments. The pain in her expres

room, his voice hoarse, barely audible above the soft hum of the

his unsteady hands struggled to keep his composure. He needed

r, her face scrubbed clean of makeup. She was wearing one of his shirts, the fabric falling loosely over he

ng to sit there and drink yourself into a stupor?" Her vo

wirling in his glass, then set it down on the table with a so

e you waiting for? You promised me you would end it with her. That is what you s

hand through his hair, his fingers trem

ple anymore. I thought... I thought I could just hand her these papers and be done with them. But wh

ms across her chest. She had heard this hesitation from him before, but this

it yourself, you have been miserable for months. You don't love her anymore. This marriage has been dead for a

and rough. "But seeing her like that... after ev

think you are the first husband who has to make a hard decision? You think she is the first wife to find hers

his isn't just about surviving, Mia. This is about everything that has happened

g his name, of watching as the memory of Mathias's dead son pulled him further and

have been through? You don't think I have made sacrifices for this for us? You don't think I hav

tween the life he had shared with Samantha and the future he had promised Mia. But that f

ely above a whisper. "I thought I knew what I wanted. I

ing a hand on his knee. "Mathias, listen to me. We can make this work. You just need to sign those

eve her. He wanted to believe that walking away from Samantha would somehow make ev

dible, but enough to make his heart skip a beat. He turned his head

A soft cough is g

as lying on the bed.

ced in his chest as he pushed the door open and stepped inside. The room was dimly lit, but he could see Samantha

spered, his voice thick with

ough she were still caught between the remnants of a

ntly touch her hand, his fingers trembling as they

er voice was barely audible, a whisper carried on the edge of her b