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.

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frowned as she rinsed her hands and towel dried it. "This is a job they worked hard to

cruel.

don't know what I'd do if

find another one. It takes effort, but you will. It won't be the end of

"Still...

believe who the new CEO turned out to be," I

her

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"Aiden!"

her eyes widening,

smirked, "Yes freaking

"Wow."

I shook my

on her face that

Anastasia," she said dramatically. "You're meant to

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my eyes, and

"I

like fate here." I continued as I picked up strawberry from the fruit bowl, "It's all in the past." I took a small bite, "I mean it's been five years, trust me, that's more than enough proof of that." "Hmm," she hummed and I watched as

as she painted before she picked up an airplane and moved from her painting

suddenly worried. I looked toward Amie

eyes. Then she said pointedly, "What about

sighed exasperatedly. "The new development at work?" She said

answer quickly, suddenly feeling defensive. I

hands up in the air, "I

before. And I certainly am not going to do