Billionaire's Pregnant Ex-wife

ck vest and a pencil skirt cut above my knee. A black ribbon secured my hair in a bun at my n

stairs, her lips stretching into

grinned at her. "You tell me that every

n it, darling. You r

om's mini garden. When she spotted me, her lips curved into a smile. She replac

She set a lunch bag on the kitc

," I said, my cheeks turning

s enough food left fo

k, darling. You should

mples. "Don't forget to take your medicine, Mom, and don't stay in front of the televi

king at me. "I will take good care of her,

do," I r

e's anyone I trust to care for her, it's Celine.

es up," I said, still looking at Ce

ip your meals," she called

aste this delicious food," I replied be

reathtaking painting. The clouds were the purest bl

ainst the leather seat, I watched the scene outside. Old habits die hard, I thought, observing t

window. Soon, the car pulled to a stop in front of La Paraiso, a colossal

named after my soon-to-be ex-husba

erged from the cab with

argest hotel in the country, with a unique palace-like design that catered to cele

ned area. I greeted my co-workers in the dining area with a 'good morning' before entering the staff room to register my time

airs and tables, scrubbing them in a circular motion with the dishrag. I left the surf

otsteps approaching from behind. I continued to mop, unaware of

omeone watching m

talk,

Standing in front o

k at him. "Good morning, Mr. Bradford," the

ood morning, Mr. Bradford," I said politely, but inwardly I was cursing him in various

epeated, thick eyebrows mer

gers in my eyes as I met his gaze. If looks coul

d defy the owner and not get fired, it was me. But of course, none of th

heartless CEO of Bradford Hotels, fired employees as if flipping through a book. Employees avoided him like a deadly plague. I wished I

the door. The way he stressed each w

ties. We are short-staffed because you fired five of our employees last week. I