Billionaire's Pregnant Ex-wife novel Chapter 45

Are they looking for the owner of the house? If yes, is it me, the old owner they’re looking for, or are they searching for the new one? The questions lingered in my thoughts even after I turned the engine on and drove in the direction where the sleek Lamborghini had gone. I felt bothered by those questions because if they were searching for me, then it must be important–so important that they went to the house themselves instead of sending someone else to do the job.

But then a reasonable part of my brain told me I didn’t know the couple, so they were probably not looking for me at all. With that thought in mind, my worries faded, and I shifted my attention to the steering wheel.

There was a beep from my phone, which was lying on the dashboard. I glanced at it just in time to see a message pop up. It was from the lawyer, informing me he was already waiting in the restaurant. His early appointment had been canceled, so he decided to head straight to our meeting place.

I pressed on the accelerator, and the car rushed through the four–lane highway. It seemed the fates wanted me to immediately sign the divorce papers. There was no stopping what was destined to happen now, I thought to myself, sighing,

A few minutes later, my car skidded to a stop in the parking area at the back of the coffee shop. I clambered out of the car and hurried across to the door of the coffee shop, I was hallway to the door when it opened, and the couple I had seen in front of my house a while ago emerged.

As though the fates were playing a joke on me, I realized my car key was missing. Perhaps I dropped it on my way to the coffee shop, so I had to turn back to where my car was parked and found what I was looking for just beside my car. The key must have fallen from my pocket while I was hurrying to the dont,

When finally returned to the entrance of the coffee shop, the couple had seen was gone, and so was the Lamborghini where it had been parked. Once more, I forced myself to recall where I had seen them before, but the memory just wouldn’t return. I heaved a sigh of exasperation and finally entered the

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Looking around, I found the lawyer seated at a table. I’d seen him a couple of times before, and Grey had also introduced him to me, so I recognized him Imediately. He spotted me approaching and gave me a nod in recognition

He rose from his seat when I reached the table and pulled a chair out for me. “Thank you” I told him as I sat down.

“Ms. De Silva, I’m glad to see you again. I’m Adam Bellingham, the Bradford family lawyer. I believe we’ve been introduced to each other before.”

“We clic, Mr. Bellingham, It was my husband–I mean soon to be ex husband who introduced us,” I replied casually, maintaining a passive expression on my face.

“I’m glad you still remember me,” he responded.

“Can we discuss the divorce now, please? I have an important appointment after this,” I lied. Inside, all I could think of was signing the divorce papers and leaving the coffee shop as soon as I could.

“Yes, of course, Ms. De Silva. Me. Bellingham opened his briefcase and took out some documents. “Mr. Bradford filed for divorce on the grounds of adultery on your part.”

A gasp escaped my lips. The sound was loud enough to cause the occupants at the surrounding tables to look at me inquiringly.

Adultery! That’s bullshit My mind screamed in fury, but I held my tongue. I was mad as hell, but I wouldn’t make a scene in a room full of people.

I summoned all the strength I could muster and collected myselE After taking a deep, long breath, my eyes landed back on the lawyer. “Hand me the divorce papers. I’ll sign them,” I told him in a voice cold enough to freeze the burning depths of hell. Now that I still held myself under control, I should sign in, or else I might end up erupting in rage and tearing the divorce papers once my composure was gone.

I still couldn’t believe that bastard Grey just used adultery as grounds for divorce! That chanting, lying son of a bitch. At this point, I was so furious that I couldn’t control my violent thoughts. If Grey were here, I would love to slap him hard in the face before signing the divorce papers. But perhaps that jerk knew exactly what I would do and decided it was best to send a lawyer.

“We still have things to discuss, Ms. De Shva. Since you signed a prenuptial agreement, you’re not going to get anything after the divorce. Not even a cent,” Mr. Bellingham explained, and felt like pounding his bald head with my fists. I didn’t give a dama about the Bradford’s money. Damn it! I thought

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to myself as I clenched my fists into tight balls at my side. I didn’t care if I received nothing. As long as I cut my ties with the evil Bradfords, that was all that mattered now.

“I don’t care about the money, Mr. Bellingham, I’m not a charity case, and I don’t want to receive a cent from my husband,” I told him with chilling civility while my eyes stared at him sharply. “Just hand me the divorce papers. I want this done quickly, Istressed each word.

The lawyer sighed. He must have seen the determined look on my face because he finally handed me the pen and the divorce papers with a resigned