The Billionaire's Ex-Wife

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Alison's POV.

Blake seemed to have taken my compliment from yesterday as a personal victory, and had made it his top priority to prove to both of us that I really was right.

Every morning I would find a single white rose tucked into the pocket of my uniform, a neat letter dangling from its stem, reading Love, B.R.

He would then send secretive grins and winks at me from his station at the kitchens, his blazer draped lazily over his shoulder, sleeves rolled up at his elbow as he watched Mr.Johnson mix something in his huge pot.  I would occasionally catch him sending smug smirks at Luke who would only look on sulkily. Blake seemed to be one cloud nine.

I wasn't exactly sure what I was supposed to feel about his new attitude.

Did I forgive him? No. No way in hell.
Would I forgive him? Unlikely.

But was it right to coop up anger and hate for someone for years on end? I couldn't exactly hate him forever. But then again what he did is unforgivable. He had not only ruined my emotion balance but had ruined a chance to find love again. I was constantly expecting men to betray me at anytime, from my past experience. My father was the only male that I trusted, and even he was slightly distant from me.

"Do not tell me that there's something going on between you, because I don't care if you're my best friend but you are a fucking idiot to forgive him."

I rolled my eyes at Elizabeth, shoving her lightly,"Shut up. I'm not that thick."

"Really? You could've fooled me?"

"Piss off."

She laughed.

"No, but actually why does he keep looking over at you like ..."

She made a disgusted expression, pretending to puke over the desk.

"I just told him some stuff yesterday and he thinks he's royalty now."

She raised her eyebrow,"Stuff?"

I avoided her gaze, my eyes trained on the polished wood.

"Yeah. Stuff."

She hummed, a twinge of disapproval in her tone but I was thankful that she didn't push the topic. I hadn't told Elizabeth anything of what had happened that night, and I wasn't going to any time soon.

Maybe it was the selfish part that wanted to cherish the moment Blake and I had shared. The part that still foolishly loved him. God, I hated that part of myself to such a level that I was willing to rip it out of myself.

But then again, maybe that was love. The moment you fall head over heels there was no way getting up. The haze of pink would continue on for miles on end. And if even I had told myself that I had moved on, deep down I hadn't.

Because love is dirty. Love was the ugly, ever changing shadow that would snarl at you, jeering at your pitiful state. But then it was also the beautiful stroke of the paintbrush, as the brush winded across the canvas, the colours flourishing into life.

Love was a demon, yet also an angel in disguise.

That was love.

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Luke's POV.

"Listen up everyone! Yes, that includes you Smith!"yelled Mr.Johnson over the talk in the kitchens, and a boy with brown hair who had been chatting up a long legged blonde, flushed pink.

"We're in for a bit of mess today. Mr.Ryder just informed me that a boy band - many girls who had been watching him with undeniable boredom suddenly perked up - is going to being have lunch here so I'm expecting top notch work today. Chefs, please meet me near the ovens after this meeting for a quick discussion. Cleaners, make sure that all the toilets and table are shining. Waiters, tuck in those shirts and your shoes better be polished. Actually, waiters, you guys can help the cleaners to polish up the restaurant. I'll be putting the waiters in pairs for that."