Billionaire's Ex-Wife ✓

I. Carpe Diem

He tilted his head, motioned a hand near my face, and I stopped breathing. His brush across my nose, and I automatically suck in a breath inhaling the sweet green apple and lemonade. "You got chicken nugget here," his sweet voice rang into my ear.

My cheeks redden with embarrassment as his friends from behind burst into a peal of uncontrollable laughter. I look down and brush the rest of the residue from my face, trying to gather what's left of my dignity.

Inhaling a deep breath, I look up, "What do you want?" my voice was cold without bearing any comfort.

Living in the social upper class, I had learned to be heartless. To survive, you shouldn't hold a heart and if you do - hide it.

He lifted a brow and sat down on the empty chair in front of me. My body shook when he slammed the crumpled piece of paper down. Jackson blew out a whistle and continued chewing his gum as the cafeteria fell silent. "Shit is about to go down for real," he sang in complete amusement.

I grab the paper and turn it towards me - Contract of Marriage.

My eyes scan the paper until I land on my name. "Why is my name written here?" I whisper, feeling everyone burning stare.

Liam grabs the paper and shoves it back into his pocket. "You tell me." He stood up and leaned towards me with both palms planted on the table. His tone was strained, accusing: "What did you do?"

My hands pull and twist on the pattern skirt. "I didn't do anything."

He leans in closer, lips brushing against the lobe of my ear as I attempt to stabilize my breath. Inhaling a breath through my nostril, his musky scent invades any rational thoughts lingering inside my mind. "I will never marry you," he whispers deviously.

He pushes himself back, wonderous muddy browns glaring at me with pure disgust before walking away.

Inhaling a deep breath, my eyes refuse to motion away from the back of his head. "Don't think you're all that great!" I screamed without thinking, wishing a hole would appear beneath me so I could disappear.

He stops walking, and slowly he turns around, looking at me with seductive eyes. At that moment, I thought he was going to lash out at me, but instead, his lips curved up into a devious smirk.

The buzzing noise aches through my ear, and I tilt my head. "Why is there an al-"

"Viv! Are you sleeping in the bathroom again?" Amoli screamed.

I turn towards her, "Why are you screaming about me in the bathroom? We are clear-" I look around to see the cafeteria empty.

Amoli stood up and folded her arms, "I told you sleeping in the bathroom isn't good for you-"

My head jolts up from the sink beside the toilet. Shorts still wrap around my ankle, and my butt is still resting on the toilet. I analyze the bathroom, to see...the bathroom.

"I-I'm awake!" I responded to my grouchy roommate.

"Viv! Don't you have that interview at eight?"

I flushed the toilet and began washing my hands and proceeded to brush my teeth. "Yeah!"

"Aren't you going to head out?"

"Why? It's only six."

There is a long pause. "Viv! It's seven-thirty."

The toothbrush almost flew out of my mouth, but it still manages to stay inside. "What? What are you talking about! Last time I ch-" I click on my phone that never leaves my side. "Holy crap! I've been sleeping on the toilet for almost two hours!" I spit out the foam.

Quickly, I rinsed out the rest, threw water on my face, and then slapped some lotion on my desert skin. Escaping the bathroom, I rush towards the bedroom to gather some work clothes. "I set out your interview clothes for you." Amoli's inner mom's surface.

I kiss her cheek when I pass her, "You're the best."

Once I changed into my interview outfit, I ran out. "Papers on the counter and heels near the front door. I call someone to take you," she said.

I gave her a huge bear hug. "What am I going to do without you, Li?"

She smiles, resuming her dishwashing, "Probably become a hobo in the streets."

After my divorce, I didn't want to return home and show my parents my shameful face. Mom and dad know my infatuation with my ex-husband, so they did everything they could for me to be happy.

So, I got married to Liam after I graduated from high school. I was 18 years old the time I said: "I do."

I can't tell them that their little girl is not happy at all. Then again, even if they are in South America, they would hear this news by now. The news that I left my husband almost a year ago.

It isn't easy getting a good-paying job at the age of 20, but I didn't want Amoli to continue providing for me despite still being in school. She encouraged me to go to college, but I knew college isn't for me. I've never really been a book type of person despite going to one of the most prestigious academies.

I prefer hands-on and working in the field, something that colleges don't offer much. We met in the middle, and I told her I'd take a class or two once a job settles. The hard part isn't getting into college; it is getting the finance to pay for the courses.

Amoli offer, but how can I ever take more advantage of my friendship with the most wonderful girl in the world?

I return her smile, "Thank you for not turning me into a hobo," I said.

She shoves a waffle into my mouth. "Now, go." She waves her hands at the door.

I nod and grab everything, before tugging in my heels. I turn towards her. "Wish me luck."

She gives me a thumb up, "You don't need it. You got this girl. Carpe diem, right?"

I smile and return her thumb up, "Carpe diem."