Billionaire's Pregnant Ex-wife

Chapter 44

I let myself cry until the weight on my chest eased a bit. Crying would make me feel better, but I reminded myself it would be the last time I’d ever cry again. Bad things happened to me all at the same time, and I needed to release the stress I’d been keeping within me for weeks. I cried because Mom's gone, Celine's gone, my house is gone, and now Grey would be gone from my life too.

Why would you hold on to a man who doesn't love you? A voice inside my head told me. If he wants a divorce, then give him what he wants and move on with your life, the voice added sternly. Deep within me, I knew I should do exactly that. Let go.

I'll never be happy unless I let go of the things that make me sad. Grey is at the top of the list of things that make me unhappy. The only way to redeem myself is to sign the divorce papers and move on with my life.

After the turmoil inside me subsided, I wiped the tears off my cheeks and got up from the bed. I didn't want my eyes to be red and puffy when I faced the Bradford family lawyer. Head held high and proud—that's how I wanted to feel as I signed the divorce papers.

Without a moment's delay, I took a quick bath and then changed into a blouse and jeans. As I was putting my jeans on, I realized that they fit me perfectly now. They used to be loose at the waistline, but now there was no space left to insert my fingers. Indeed, I had gained some weight.

I brushed my straight long hair and blew it dry before coiling it into a bun at my nape. Without putting on any makeup, I left.

After I got kicked out of my apartment, I had a hard time finding a place to stay. Then I looked in a newspaper and found an available bed space in the advertisement section. I didn't want to sleep on the streets, so I immediately inquired. To my luck, there was a single room available, and I took it as a temporary place to stay.

I got out of the building and headed straight to the parking area where tenants parked their cars. Upon reaching my car, I opened the door, climbed inside, and turned the engine on.

As I maneuvered the car out of the parking area, all I could think of was how thankful I was for having my car with me. The loan sharks hadn't taken my car as collateral for my father's debts. They tried to take it, though, but I fought hard for it and argued that I would sue them if they forced me to hand over my car, even if it wasn't listed as collateral. They realized it would cost them money if I sued them, so they stopped insisting on taking my car and allowed me to keep it.

The sky looked dark and gloomy. I thought to myself as I briefly glanced up. It had been bright and sunny a while ago, but now grey clouds spread across the horizon, promising a rainy afternoon.

I cast a quick glance at my wristwatch. The time the lawyer and I agreed to meet at the coffee shop was around one p.m. It was still early, though, and I decided to pass some time by visiting my house just to check if it was still the same.

When my car skidded to a stop on the side of the road at a reasonable distance from my house, the depressing sight of my untrimmed lawn greeted my eyes, making my shoulders sag.

The lawn looked dirty, with leaves lying everywhere. If I were still living in the house, this would never happen. Even the shiny glass windows were shrouded in dust and dirt, showing me that it had been left uncleaned for a long time.

My once lively home now looked like a haunted house.

Calm down, Lily, I told myself as I took a deep breath. I cared for the house deeply, but I had to accept the truth: it wasn't mine anymore.

I forced the negative thoughts out of my head before returning my attention back to the house, just in time to see a sleek Lamborghini pull to a stop right in front of my house.

The door of the car opened, and a tall man in his mid-forties emerged. He was wearing a tailored suit. Just looking at his clothes and shoes told me he was filthy rich. The side of his face was facing my direction, and there was a considerable distance between us, but I could tell he was good-looking. He had a formidable aura surrounding him that suggested he was an important man.

The man turned to the other side of the car and pulled the door open. An equally tall, good-looking woman gracefully emerged from it. She was wearing an elegant business suit with a pencil skirt. Her luscious midnight-black hair cascaded past her shoulders like a magnificent waterfall. She had beautiful, healthy hair that reminded me of a shampoo commercial model. She turned to the man to say something, and I caught a glimpse of the side of her face. She possessed striking aristocratic features that anyone would look at twice.

They looked nothing like the loan sharks who had taken my house. They were decent people. I could see it in the way they carried themselves.

Even though it was the first time I saw them, the couple looked familiar. I just couldn't recall where I had seen them, but I assumed it must have been in a magazine.

They looked at my house for a long time, as though they were waiting for someone to emerge from it.

The man gently squeezed the woman's shoulder as if he was trying to comfort her while she dabbed a handkerchief at the corner of her eyes. The man didn't stay long. They returned to their car and drove away.

They were gone, but I was still wondering who they were.