Billionaire's Ex-Wife ✓

II. Deviously Handsome

"Why!" I scream even louder, causing the baby to cry. The mother gave me a nasty glare before rocking her baby back and forth.

"The miss in the back," the bus driver said over the speaker.

I look around the bus to see a single mother with a baby and a guy sleeping in the corner. There were also two men present, chit-chatting with one another. "Me?"

He glanced at the large mirror, "Yes, you. Are you okay?"

A part of me wants to tell him I'm all right and reassure everyone that I was not crazy or a drug attic. "No! I'm not okay!" I cried, dangling my limbs against the bus seat. "I didn't get the job...again!"

Everyone nods as if they understand my struggles. "I understand your struggles," the mother said. "I got turned down by over fifty companies before I landed my job. Then, I had to quit it for this ungrateful brat." She pokes her finger against the baby's cheeks, causing him to giggle.

"You're still young," the bus driver said, and everyone nodded along. "Take your time. One day, someone would take notice of your effort and hire you."

I smile, feeling as if the sadness suddenly evaporated into thin air. "Thank you, mister bus driver!"

"Why don't you apply for Vivus?" the mother suddenly said.

"What's Vivus?"

"It's a newly established fashion company. I heard they are doing massive hiring. Even jobless looking hobo like you may get hired." She took out a bottle and shook it before feeding it to her baby.

I look down at my outfit, "I look like a hobo?"

"To them, you probably do." Her baby was devouring the milk, "It's a fashion company sweetheart, and that outfit most likely won't cut it."

I sat there, weighing out my options. I don't want to join the fashion industry since both Liam and my family are in that field. However, if it's a small company with decent pay, I can work under the radar. While I'm working there, I can always apply for other jobs.

"Thank you, mother, of that handsome boy!"

She blinks once, "She's a girl," she said before digging into her purse. She pulls out a bow and clips it on her child's single strand of hair.

Oh, how awkward. I fold my hands on my lap; a thin line spread across my face, "She is very pre-"

"Don't," the mother said.

I close my mouth immediately. "Sorry," I whispered. I had to apologize.

"Lisa."

"Excuse me?"

"My name is Lisa."

The smile returned and I stood up, straddling my legs towards her. I sat down beside Lisa. "I'm Vivian." I held out a hand.

Lisa shook her head and grabbed it. "Don't let a single day ruin your life."

I nod as she introduces me to her baby girl - Marisa, named after her grandma. The day didn't turn out as badly as I anticipated; it became a truly wonderful day. I stroke Marisa's cheek with a single finger only to hear her giggle.

"She's so pretty," I whispered.

"You'll get your chance one day." Lisa winked.

I laugh lightly before looking out the window to see a billboard sign. Paint like a perfect artwork inside, his eyes, deep and catastrophic, was staring at me. He sat on the leather couch, legs in a perfect cross as he rests his head against two fingers. Loose black silk shirt with personally carved gold cuffs and black trousers. His luxurious dark hair slick back into perfection. With a single look, anyone would think he is devilishly handsome.