Chloe pushed the doorbell of the door where she once lived. It felt like ages she’d been at Emma’s doorstep. The number of calls and the text messages she had gotten at the wedding made it feel like it had been really something urgent.She’d had her doubts about making that visit. The last time she remembered, Emma had wanted her downfall so badly that she had gone to the extent of allying with dangerous criminals, even putting herself in danger in the process.After a while of waiting, she pushed the doorbell yet again. She heard some footsteps trotting steadily in her direction. She held her breath in anticipation as she couldn’t tell why she had been called out there.“Chloe,” Emma said, “You’re here.” She hadn’t expected to see her after all.“Yeah, I’m here.” Chloe’s eyes ran a quick subtle scan through her. Her wandering eyes were caught by the little bump in her belly. She was shocked as she hadn’t been told that part of the story. Max…come on. He had sadly left out that import
“Don’t you have the balls to tell me what I have done wrong? Why are you treating me this way, Kylian? What have I done to deserve this? Talk to me!” Chloe had yelled at her husband, Kylian Kincaid, while trying to stop him in his tracks."You filthy pretender! I should have known better than to be deceived by your looks and lies!" Chloe Kincaid heard Kylian's words echo loud and clear in her head, as he stormed out of the house. Those were his words to her three days ago, when she had yelled at him to tell her what was happening between them.His words felt like a thousand needles in Chloe's heart, and thinking and crying about them didn't ease the pain. She felt like she was given a front-row seat as she watched her marriage disintegrate into a living hell. watching, helpless to do anything about it.Chloe sat down on the king-sized bed she once shared with her husband, Kylian Kincaid. She stared at it morosely and sighed sadly."How time flies," she muttered to herself, running her
Chloe scanned through her side of the wardrobe as she towel-dried herself and pushed down the pang of pain as she glanced at Kylian's side of the wardrobe, resisting the urge to run her fingers over his neatly pressed suits. It would just make her cry all over again, and she didn't want that.Just as it has been for a while now, Chloe is rarely in the mood for heavy outfits and makeup. having lost the drive to look good since Kylian stopped looking at her the way he used to.She slid into comfy jeans and a casual shirt and didn't bother to check out her reflection in the mirror before leaving the walk-in closet. As she headed for the bedroom door, Chloe grabbed her purse and phone and slipped into her sneakers.She was late, but she didn't care. She was the owner of THE GIRLY LUX. A fashion house that produced one of the best lingerie brands ever sold in New York. While Emma's fashion store, LA BEVA, produced the same things, they have both been successful in their own rights. There i
"Good morning, ma'am," Chorused greetings followed Chloe as she pushed through the revolving doors of her fashion store with two cups of coffee in hand.It was a big store. Chloe's sweat and toil. She always felt a sense of pride whenever she walked into it. It was proof of her hard work. She was proof that she was not a quitter.She merely nodded at her workers and made her way to her office at the back. walking past rows of assorted lingerie, pajamas, and bikinis of different colors, sizes, and fabrics, hanging on racks and mannequins for display.A few customers were walking down the aisles of clothing, giggling and whispering, but Chloe wasn't even remotely happy. Though Emma had lifted her spirits and she had made plans to get Kylian back, there was still a sliver of doubt in her gut.a sliver that won't go away.She reached her office, and just before she tried to set the cups she was holding on the floor to reach the key in her bag, brown hands shot out of thin air and took the
Kylian refused to look at the woman he called his wife. From the sound of her voice, he knew she was crying, and while a part of him wanted to go to her and hold her, he stayed put and pinned his eyes on the papers in front of him.She's getting what she deserves, he told himself."Y-you don't mean this," she said, trying to assure herself."Chloe, what part of my wanting a divorce don't you understand?" Kylian asked. He knew he was being mean to her and had never spoken to her that way, but he didn't care.She had lied to him! Made a fool of him!"Why, Kylian? I've never done anything to deserve this."His head whipped up at her statement, and his eyes held daggers. "You deserve much worse. You pretentious cheat!"Chloe took a step back, her lips quivering as his cruel words hit her like bullets. "Don't talk to me like that. You know me, Ky. You love me.""No. No. I don't." He pointed at her as he said each word. "I could never love someone so shallow and filthy... Marrying you, Chlo
Emma left the sitting room and came back a minute later with a bottle of vodka. She plopped down beside her cousin, opened the bottle, drank a mouthful, and passed it to Chloe."You know," Emma started, "I think the divorce is for the best."Beside her, Chloe gulped down the vodka and asked gloomily. "What?""Your marriage was already an unhappy one. You cried every day," Emma said, taking the bottle from Chloe. "There was no way it could've lasted, and even if it did, you would never be happy, Chloe, and you deserve happiness." She took a long swig and passed it back to Chloe.Chloe miserably drank and hiccupped. "I called him a monster, Em.""And that's what he is," Emma agreed. "Don't go thinking you don't deserve happiness simply because you called him a monster."Chloe took another mouthful and passed it to her. "It hurts, Em.""I know, but it won't hurt forever. It'll pass. Get a divorce, take half of his net worth, and travel to someplace nice and...""I didn't sign for alimony
Chloe could see why the girl would think that. She had left her office in a hurry and hadn't returned her calls or texts.What could a seventeen-year-old possibly know about love and heartbreak?"Calm down, Ollie. I'm not in any kind of danger. I'm just dealing with some things right now.""Dealing with what?" Ollie gasped over the phone. "OMG! Are you pregnant?""No, I'm not--" But Ollie no longer heard her; the girl was on a roll."Because that would explain your absence, the way you looked unwell, and you're also ignoring me. Pregnant women tend to need their men to do everything for them.""Ollie, I'm not—" Chloe frowned."Oh my gosh, can I come to visit? You forgot your purse here last week, so I can use that as an excuse. The girls say you live in a mansion and have servants for everything. Oh, can I be the fun aunt? Because I know you wouldn't let me be the godmother while Emma is around. I'm great with kids, so...”"I’m not pregnant, Ollie. I'm going through a divorce!" Chloe
How did it come to this?The question had nagged in Chloe's head, snatching away her attention from all other thoughts as her long, shaky fingers deposited the signed divorce papers on the dark, polished table in Kylian's study—her ex-husband's study.Ex-husband. The finality of it left a bitter taste in her mouth, like charred bread.The scent of him lingered in the study, like he was sitting on his chair, poring over some important document. The stacks of books on high shelves testified to his touch in creases, and the urge to run her fingers along their hard spines filled her. But it was a jilted woman's folly.If I don't get out of here, I'll never leave, she warned herself. Then she turned to go, but as her hand felt the cold knob of the door, she looked over her shoulder, taking one last look at the place she'd frequented many times to bring coffee or call him to the warm confines of their matrimonial bed. She inhaled long and deeply, his scent hovering around her like a blank