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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insane," Clara frowned as she rinsed her hands and towel dried it. "This is a job they worked hard to get and kept for years, it's unfair." Her voice wavered

cruel. I

know what I'd do if I ever lose my

but you will. It

"Still...

won't believe who the new CEO turned out to be," I leaned forward on the

quirked her brows,

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"Aiden!"

her eyes

smirked, "Yes

"Wow."

my head, "I

smile on her face that made me

Anastasia," she said dramatically.

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and whispered, "To

"I agree with

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 she whisked the egg white in the bowl. I frowned when she looked up and

she painted

asked, suddenly worried. I looked toward Amie again,

rolled her eyes. Then she said

exasperatedly. "The new development at work?" She said again, titling her

suddenly feeling defensive. I scoffed, "What do

the

tell him before. And I certainly am not going to