Divorced My Cheating Husband, Married A Billionaire novel Chapter 114

Krista Brooks happened to be sulking on the beach. She had been coming to the same place for nights, figuring out what to do with her life since she lost her job.

She settled in the darkest area of the shore, hugging herself. She wore a black jacket and jeans, camouflaging in the dark.

Krista noticed a couple walk past her. She couldn’t see the tall man clearly, but the girl in the red dress looked utterly familiar. After observing for a while, she realized it appeared to be Riley!

“What is Riley doing here? Who is that man with her?” Krista followed behind the couple. The two were so absorbed with each other that they failed to notice her presence.

Eventually, she had a clearer view of the girl’s face and confirmed it was Riley. Then, she saw Riley kiss the unknown man with a hat over his head.

“I can't believe it!” Krista reacted. She excitedly took pictures before approaching the two. “Riley? Oh, my god! It is you! You are cheating on Adrian!”

The man Riley was kissing quickly turned his back. Krista did not see his face, but obviously, it could not be Adrian King. The man Riley was with was standing and walking, whereas Adrian was in a wheelchair!

“Haha! This is interesting,” Krista said. “Riley cheating on her husband!”

Krista ran back. She pointed at Riley and declared, “Karma is coming for you, Riley! Just watch me! I'm going to tell Adrian King!"

She ran off quickly, securing the evidence on her phone. She dashed to her car and muttered, "Riley was only after Adrian's money! When Adrian finds out, he will ruin Riley. Adrian will confide in me, and we will become friends."

She hopped in her vehicle and claimed, "Then, I might just be... Misses King. Haha! I knew it!"

***

Back at the beach, Riley was stupefied. The same could be said with Adrian.

"I smell trouble," Riley remarked.

"Well, Honey, don't worry. I won't believe a word she says," Adrian said before chuckling.

Riley raised a brow. She said, "Adrian, I swear, Krista is going to make a good gossip about it."

"Don't worry. I'll take care of it," Adrian said. He searched his pocket for his phone and suggested, "Let's just go home."

Riley laughed. She suggested, "Krista is funny, though. I can already imagine her going to you and telling on me."

"Obviously, she is just setting herself up for failure," Adrian said before speaking on the phone. "Max, we are done. Come and pick us up."

***

The next day, Clint picked up Claire from the Court Residence. She wore a white dress and light makeup that made her look innocent. She moved very dainty, like a daisy.

'My god,' Clint mused. 'The devil is dressed like an angel.'

"Hi, Clinton. Good morning," Claire said with an amiable smile. "I hope my dress is okay. I don't like wearing sexy clothes."

"the more covered you are, the better," Clint said before opening the door for Claire and driving her to the restaurant, a block from the King's Medical Center. They were having lunch.

Initially, Adrian planned to get it over with as soon as possible, but Mara joined them the other day. Thus, the main objective was moved to that day.

Brian had already given them a list of food that Claire seemed disgusted with along with her pregnancy. Clint ordered precisely what Brian had suggested without giving Claire a chance to oppose it.

"What drinks would you like to have?" Clint asked.

"Orange juice is fine for me. Even when I wasn't pregnant, I did not like liquor," Claire said shyly.

'Wow,' Clint voiced in his head. 'This woman must have a book on how to play innocent.'

Clint ordered the same juice for himself. He was also served with water, and he emptied his glass. Soon, he excused himself to relieve his bladder. While in the bathroom, one of his men connected with him.

Clint wanted to say the same thing, but he had to put on an act. He laughed and said, "You are so adorable."

"Ewwwww!" His men reacted violently. "The chicken is cuter than her."

Eventually, though, Clint ate the food that triggered her nausea. He saw her heaving, and he enjoyed every bit of it. Next, Claire drank her orange juice and finished it completely.

"I'm sorry." Claire gasped, holding it in and covering her mouth. "I need to go to the restroom -"

She dashed into the ladies' room and threw up. Clint had chased after her and heard her empty her stomach. He asked, "Are you okay, Claire?"

"I'm fine, Clinton -I -" From outside the door, Clint could hear Claire struggle to speak. He kicked the door open and found her about ready to lose consciousness.

"What happened to you, Claire? I'll take you to the nearest hospital," Clint suggested. Because the King's Medical Center was the closest facility, Clint drove to the hospital while Claire was unconscious in the car.

He admitted Claire for nausea and possible drug ingestion.

***

While all of this was happening, William Barlowe and his family had returned home from a long vacation.

William received a call from Mr. Bianchi. He said, "Mr. Barlowe, I am finally considering taking you in as an investor, but before anything else, we have a favor to ask. You see, my gelato company is having a blood donation drive. Would you be willing to donate blood?"

"But of course! It's such a small thing, Mr. Bianchi. Where should I go?" William eagerly asked.

"At the King's Medical Center," Mr. Bianchi said. "Can I count on you?"

William hesitated, but because he had always wanted to be part of Mr. Bianchi's company, he said, "I'll be there."