Love After Divorce: My Ex Wife Is A Billionaire

Adeline thought her marriage to Xander would last forever, even though he had always been indifferent to her. She believed her love and dedication would eventually win his heart. But one fateful night, Xander shatters her world by presenting her with a divorce agreement, leaving Adeline heartbroken and confused.

Years later, Adeline emerges as a successful and renowned jewelry designer, transforming from a heartbroken woman into a symbol of strength and elegance. At a high-society event, she makes a stunning appearance, capturing the attention of all, including Xander and her sister. When Xander tries to reconnect, Adeline’s chilling response was;

“Hello sir, do I know you?"

Divorce papers

Adeline

I set the table for two, even though I knew better. The clock on the wall ticked steadily, its sound echoing in the silent kitchen. The aroma of roasted chicken filled the room, a blend of herbs and spices that I’d hoped would be enticing enough to lure Xander home for dinner. But I knew it wouldn’t work. It hadn’t in years.

“Why do you bother, Adeline?” I muttered to myself, shaking my head. “He’s not going to walk through that door.”

I took a seat at the table, staring at the empty chair across from me. I could almost see him there, his tall frame and stern expression, but it was just a trick of the mind, a ghost of what never really was.

Xander had always been indifferent to me in our marriage. He barely acknowledged my presence, his attention constantly absorbed by work or his own thoughts. In the beginning, I had tried to reach out, to break through the wall he had built around himself, but over time, I realized my efforts were in vain. He didn't love me. He never had.

I sighed, picking at my food with my fork. “Maybe it’s me,” I mused aloud, feeling a pang of self-pity. “Maybe I’m just not worth the effort.”

The thought made me chuckle softly, my chest rumbling. I knew it wasn’t about me. Xander had his own demons, his own reasons for keeping me at arm’s length. But knowing that didn’t make it hurt any less.

I glanced at the clock again. It was almost eight. By now, he was probably still at the office, buried in paperwork or attending some endless meeting. I had stopped expecting him to call long ago. He never did. Why would he? I was just the woman he had married out of convenience, not love.

“Why do you even cook for him, Adeline?” I asked myself. “He doesn’t care.”

I looked down at the plate in front of me, the roasted chicken and vegetables looking less appetizing by the second. “Because you have to eat too,” I answered my own question, pushing the food around with my fork. “And because some part of you still hopes.”

I took a small bite, chewing slowly. The food was good, I had to admit. Cooking had always been my way of coping, of