Dumping My Billionaire Ex novel Chapter 8

Chapter 8 

“Why the hell do you see Sharon in every woman? Edric, who had been disengaged, playing cards on his phone, shot a glance over and asked. 

Every time Sharon’s name came up. Edric visibly cringed. Just like that time Ray spotted a dancer in the ballroom and made the same snarky 

comment 

Already in a foul mood, Edwin couldn’t sit still anymore with the ongoing discussion about Sharon. He abruptly stood up and left the booth. 

After an engaging livestream that lasted over an hour, Sharon and Irene were still riding the high. 

Irene removed her fox mask, and her eyes sparkled as she looked at Sharon. “Mommy, that’s the happiest I’ve ever seen you smile. You’re so pretty when you smile!” 

Sharon froze for a moment, a sharp realization piercing her thoughts. Four years into this marriage, and I’ve damn near forgotten how to crack a 

“You were amazing. Irene, I had no 

d no idea you 

Blushing, Irene looked down. Tve always loved dancing, but Grandma and Auntie hate it. I didn’t want them to scold you, so I stopped…” 

could dance like that,” Sharon complimented, pinching her cheek gently. 

Sharon’s eyes welled up with tears as the realization struck her hard. 

After Sharon got married, she and Irene continued to live with her mother–in–law, Jasmine Stanley, and sister–in–law, Tina Stanley. 

Ever since she was just months old, Irene had shown a natural talent for dancing. As a toddler, she’d choreograph her own dances. But over time, she danced less and less. Sharon had thought trene had simply lost interest. Now she understood the real reason was fear of getting chewed out 

Overwhelmed with guilt, Sharon hugged Irene tightly. “From now on, you can dance whenever you feel like it, and don’t worry about anything else.” She reassured her. Then, hesitantly, she added, “There’s something else, honey. We won’t be living with grandma anymore, and I’ve separated from your dad. Is that okay with you?” 

The notion of divorce hadn’t been discussed with Irene, leaving Sharon extremely anxious, 

“Does this mean we don’t have to stay at Grandma’s anymore?” Irene paused briefly, then her face brightened with joy. “That would be amazing 

“You don’t want to stay there either?” Sharon asked, taken aback by Irene’s enthusiastic response. 

“No.” Irene shook her head firmly “Grandma and Auntie don’t like you or me. I don’t like them either!” 

Sharon felt an even deeper guilt. Being the daughter of a humble shoemaker had made her subject to the Stanleys‘ disdain, which they extended to Irene. Irene’s existence had been kept a secret for three years, a source of shame to the Stanley family. 

Sharon pondered regretfully, “What if I hadn’t made that impulsive decision back then? What if 1 had raised my child alone after finding out about the pregnancy? Would things be different?” 

Soon after. Alanna told her that the apartment she needed was available. Sharon took Irene to the new apartment, a place she had secured with her earnings from her pre–marriage live–streaming career. 

The moment they opened the door, a respectful and enthusiastic voice greeted them. “Hello, host; my name is Eddy, your most devoted, amari. butler. Just give the word, and I’ll be at your service.” 

Sharon burst into laughter. “Alanna, have you lost your mind? I left that house to forget all about them, and here you are setting me up with an 

“With everything you endured there, since we couldn’t get your money back, at least let’s get some revenge. Ive programmed this smart butler not just with that jerk’s voice but his mom’s and sister’s, too. Switch them up when you want to give them a piece of your mind!“ Alanna declared fiercely, as she knew all too well the pain and boumiliation Sharon had suffered these past four years and felt indignantly on her behalf. 

goff to her new plak, Lace–filled bedroom fillest 

Sharon gave her a resigned eye–roll as they entered the apartment, with Irene happily scampering 

with doll. 

As they settled by the coffee table, scrolling through their phones and sipping coffee, Alanna suddenly asked, “With all those villas in your name, why pick this tiny apartment?” 

After four years in the vast, cold mansion of the Stanley family, Sharon was d 

was done with the emptiors. She looked around her modest living space and shrugged. “Smaller feels cozier. It doesn’t feel so hollow. Besides, I bought this place before I got married. I want to get back to who I was before 

Moved almost to tears by Sharon’s determination, Alanna felt a wave of relief wash over her “Tut’s the spirit.” 

10:50 AM 

Chapter 8 

They resumed browsing on their phones. The buzz around Sharon and Rocky Jensen hadn’t died down yet, and Alanna couldn’t help but let out a chuckle. “Everyone seems to think you two would be great together. Honestly, Rocky is leagues better than that scumbag Edwin.” 

“Rocky is great, but let’s not play matchmaker. I just want to enjoy life with Irene right now, I’m not interested in romance,” Sharon said, clearly resigned. 

ith Edwi 

After the emotional torture she had endured with Edwin, Sharon had given up on love,