Divorced But Never Letting Go Chapter 115

OLIVIA

 I knew this was going to be a bad idea from the start. I shouldn't have told you about it. Now, look at what just happened," I lamented bitterly.

 A while ago, Adrian had given me the best sex of my life, and the next minute, I was already regretting my existence. My problems kept haunting me like prey.

 "Hey, moon pie," Adrian murmured, pulling me closer.

 He had the sweetest touch—one I felt deep in my bones. And I wanted more. Just one more round before he finally departed for New York City.

 "You know I love you, right? And I would sacrifice anything for your happiness," he whispered, kissing my forehead.

 I had no idea what Adrian was talking about, but I nodded anyway, keeping my fingers crossed in anticipation.

 "Don't worry about the extra sum you'll have to pay once you leave the marriage. I've got everything planned out," Adrian assured me.

 “Is this a joke? Please don't pull my legs. I don't think I can endure this,”

 I doubted Adrian almost immediately.

 I thought it was one of his jokes that was used to make me feel better.

 “I am very serious, Olivia.

 Why would I choose to joke about something as important as this?” He further allayed my fears with assurance.

 "You want to know what I think?" he continued. "I think you're capable of starting your own business. And when that time comes, I'd be honored to be your partner. Together, we're going to build a billion-dollar empire—the kind the world will envy."

 It sounded too good to be true.

 Butterflies stirred in my stomach, their wings fluttering with cautious hope.

 Adrian was a master of words—he always knew exactly what to say to keep me calm. That was precisely what Kate had told me when I confessed my fears. If I didn’t trust Kate, I would have sworn she'd shared our conversation with him.

 That was precisely what Kate told me when I expressed my fear.

 If I hadn't trusted Kate, I would have sworn that she must have told Adrian about our indoor discussion.

 I shed a tear.

 Not because of my abusive marriage to Cyril, but the fact that I met Adrian late

 If I had met him earlier, we would have become a power couple like Jay-Z and Beyoncé.

 Unlike Cyril, Adrian and I seem to share the same ideology.

 I won't be surprised to find out that we are operating on the same IQ either.

 “Thank you for everything, Adrian.

 I promise you, I will surely make you proud. You won't have any reason to regret it,” I embraced Adrian firmly while I fought back tears.

 I wished I could say more—anything to prove to Adrian that I would never abandon him for any man in the world.

 "You owe me nothing. I don't expect anything in return. Your happiness is my priority. So now, tell me—when are you going back to New York? You've been away for too long. Don't you think it's time to return home?" Adrian suggested.

 Deep down, I wanted to return to my old world. Adrian’s arrival had played a significant role in clearing my head. And the sex? That had been exactly the therapy I needed.

 "Immediately. I’ll just ask Kate to book the next available flight to New York," I responded.

 For once, I felt delighted about everything—especially Adrian’s assurance that my debts had been cleared.

 My holiday finally came to an end after Kate booked the next available flight to New York City.

 Adrian drove back to his apartment while I returned to the Penhurst Family Estate to unwind. It had been an unforgettable experience, one I would welcome again at the slightest opportunity.

 I felt more relaxed—ready to finalize the divorce proceedings. That was the only thing occupying my mind during the entire flight.

 Moments later, a knock snapped me out of my thoughts. Panic flickered through me as I immediately assumed it was Rene or Cyril.

 But then I reconsidered. That was impossible—neither of them knew I had returned from Paris, so there was no way they could be at my doorstep.

 Slowly, I marched to the door, peering through the tiny peephole to confirm who it was.

 To my relief, it wasn’t Cyril or Rene. Seeing the unexpected guest eased my nerves, and I opened the door.

 "Hi, Mrs. Penhurst. How was your trip to Paris?" Selena Greenville, my lawyer, greeted me.

 Her question caught me off guard. I frowned, unable to hide my surprise. "Wait a minute—how did you know I went on vacation to Paris? And who told you I had returned?"

 The last time I spoke to Selena had been a week before I left. We hadn't talked once during my stay in Paris, so how did she know?

 "Can I at least come inside? I bet you don’t want to leave your lawyer standing outside too long, considering what’s at stake," she said with a knowing smirk.

 I had no choice but to let her in. She got me with that one—because she knew I wanted this divorce more than anything.

 "I spoke to Kate, your assistant, before I got here. She told me everything. Have I satisfied your curiosity now?" Selena finally revealed.

 "Let’s get down to business. What do you have for me?" I asked, shifting the conversation. Now that my question was answered, I was eager to focus on what truly mattered—the divorce settlement.

 I couldn’t wait to start my own business, just as Adrian and Kate had suggested. The thought of having supportive people like them in my life was more than enough motivation.

 "Everything is set. In a few days, your wish will be granted. Everything you need to know is in this document," Selena said, handing me the papers.

 "Read through everything meticulously and ask any questions before signing," she advised before briefing me on the process and the scheduled hearing.