No Longer Yours, Billionaire Ex-Husband

Sam and Nora were childhood friends whose bond was sealed with an arranged marriage. But soon after, Sam’s warmth fades, leaving Nora alone in a cold, distant relationship.

His connection to Isabella, a woman from his past, casts a shadow over their marriage, fueling suspicions and driving them apart.

After a heartbreaking divorce, Nora tries to rebuild her life, and just as her high school crush, Daniel, reappears, offering hope for a fresh start, Nora finds herself entangled in a secret that could change everything.

As past emotions resurface and new complications arise, Nora must navigate the tangled web of love, loyalty, and deception.

Can she move on from Sam, or is their story far from over?

NORA'S POV

The rain was pouring hard, soaking me as I rushed into Sam’s company building. I had not taken my car because it was a trekkable distance, and I had not anticipated the rain.

My heels clicked against the marble floor, and my clothes were sticking to my skin, but none of that mattered. I held the watch tight under my coat, protecting it from the rain.

It was Sam's watch—a leather-strapped heirloom passed down from his father. He always wore it during important meetings, like a good luck charm. This morning, I saw it lying on the nightstand. He left in such a hurry, barely saying goodbye, that I knew he would need it today.

Genevieve had encouraged me to go to him. To show him this act of kindness. She believed it would touch her brother's heart.

He had been distant lately, colder, like the man I married was fading away. We used to be best friends, but now? Now, it felt like he barely knew me.

I knew it was pathetic to get my husband’s attention like this, but that’s what it was.

As the elevator doors closed, I glanced at my reflection in the metal panel. My hair was a mess, my makeup ruined, but I straightened my shoulders. Maybe giving him the watch would remind him. Of what, I wasn’t sure, but anything was better than this growing silence.

The elevator dinged, and the doors slid open to reveal the top floor of Sam’s office building. I stepped out, forcing a smile as I passed by a few familiar faces in the hallway.

"Morning, Mrs. Bennett," Anna, Sam's assistant, greeted me with her usual chipper tone.

"Morning, Anna," I replied, trying to keep my voice light. "Is Sam in his office?"

She nodded, her eyes flicking quickly to the watch in my hand. “Yes, but he’s preoccupied right now.”

"Of course he is," I muttered under my breath, pressing on.

I walked down the hall, my heels clicking against the marble floor, past the rows of glass-walled offices. I exchanged a quick nod with Roger from finance as I hurried toward Sam’s office at the end of the hall. My pace slowed as I neared the door. Something felt... off.

Then I saw it.

Draped over the