Billionaire, Let's Divorce! by BELLA

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Chapter 0250

"Thanks," I mutter quietly as I disentangle myself from him.

The brief contact leaves me feeling a bit unsettled because my body remembers the familiar comfort but hates the unwanted memories. swirling in my mind.

Without sparing him a glance, I turned around and walked back to my office... more like I fled to my office with my heart in my throat. My heels clicked rapidly against the polished floor, echoing my racing pulse.

I wanted to give myself a punch in the face.

For fuck's sake, it has been years!

It's been five years yet I could still recognize the smell of his favorite cologne. The scent lingered in my nostrils, bringing back a flood of memories I thought I'd buried long ago. Well, it was one of the first things I noticed about him. So it was understandable, right? I tried to rationalize my reaction, but a nagging voice in my head whispered that maybe, just maybe, I wasn't as over him as I'd like to believe.

"Woah," Rachel raised her head from her system, her eyes widening as she took in my flustered appearance.

"Are you okay? You look....flushed."

I forced a smile, hoping it didn't look as strained as it felt.

"I'm fine. There was this huge box that was being rolled through the hallway, I didn't see it coming so I rammed into it." The lie slipped out easily.

She visibly winced, "Ouch. Sorry."

"Thanks," I managed a smile and returned to my cubicle.

+25 BONUS.

"This is a job they

know. It's cruel. I felt

know what I'd do if I ever

takes effort, but you will. It won't be

"Still...

new CEO turned out to be," I leaned forward on the

quirked her

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"Aiden!"

eyes widening, "No freaking

smirked, "Yes freaking

"Wow."

right?" I shook my head,

then looked at me with a smug smile on her face that made me

dramatically. "You're meant to reunite

#25 BONUS

rolled my eyes, and whispered, "To hell

lightly. "I agree

five years, trust me, that's more than enough proof of that." "Hmm," she hummed and I watched as she whisked the

gaze and caught a glimpse of Amie as she painted before she picked up an

asked, suddenly worried. I looked toward Amie

she said pointedly, "What about

new development at

him," I answer quickly, suddenly feeling defensive. I scoffed, "What

her hands up in the air, "I just wanted

before. And I certainly am not going