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