Divorcing My Cold Billionaire Husband But He Started Chasing Me Again

“ARE YOU REALLY sure about this?”

I looked at Mia, my best friend, who was helping me pack my things into my bag. I had just been discharged, and Mia had flown over from Thailand, where she’s currently working as a teacher, after I told her what happened over the phone last night. At first, I scolded her for rushing over, but she only got mad at me. She’d been so worried that we both ended up crying as I recounted everything that had happened.

“Of course, Mia. After all, I should’ve done this a long time ago. I was just too blinded by my feelings for him back then,” I replied.

We were talking about the divorce. Although we both knew this wouldn’t be easy for me to handle, Mia fully supported my decision.

“I understand. And I know someone… a lawyer. He can help you,” Mia said as she handed me a business card. It had a law firm's name and address, and in the middle was a name that made me frown. It looked familiar, but I didn’t have time to think about it, so I just slipped the card into my pocket.

“Thank you. I’ll go there now.”

“I can go with you, you know.”

I immediately shook my head. “No need! You already took time off from work. You need to go back.”

Mia pouted. “You’re making me leave.”

“It’s not like that. You have a job to get back to. We can FaceTime or chat.”

“Fine!” Mia sighed.

Moments later, we left the hospital. I parted ways with Mia as we took separate cabs. While I was in mine, I booked an appointment online with the lawyer Mia recommended. Surprisingly, it was approved immediately. Wow, fast service.

As I stared out the window, I couldn’t help but think. I’m ready to leave Dylan and close this chapter of my life for good. I just hope everything will go smoothly.

Soon, I arrived at the law firm. I was ushered inside the office where I was scheduled to meet the lawyer. I pulled the business card from my pocket while I waited.

Atty. Logan Carter.

As soon as I met the eyes of the man sitting at the desk, I froze. I instantly remembered him. Logan… from college. He’d been one of my suitors back then, but we hadn’t taken it further because my heart had been set on only one person: Dylan.

“Elyse,” he said, standing up. “Wow. It’s been…what, five years? Six years? It’s been a long time!”

I nodded, a little taken aback. “Yeah. You’re… Mia’s lawyer friend?”

He chuckled. “Small world, right? So… how can I help you today?”

As we sat down, I got straight to the point, explaining my situation and what I needed from him. Logan was professional, taking notes and nodding as I spoke.

Eventually, though, we ended up reminiscing about college memories. It was surprisingly easy to fall back into old conversations, remembering the days when we were idealistic, carefree, and dreaming about the future.

At one point, Logan paused and looked at me with an intensity I hadn’t expected.

“You know, I always wondered what might have happened if we’d given it a shot back then. I mean… if you had given us a chance.” His words lingered, filled with nostalgia and something unspoken. I could see he still felt something. It was flattering but also complicated. I was here for a divorce, not to revisit old feelings.

“Logan, I… I can’t,” I said gently, shaking my head. “It’s just not where I am right now.”

He nodded, understanding but perhaps a little disappointed. “I get it. Well… I had to try. You see, it’s been years, but I’m still here, stuck with my feelings for you.” He chuckled, though I could see the pain in his eyes.

“Logan…”

He shook his head. “Don’t pity me. This will pass… like before. Don’t worry, I’ll do my best to help you.”

I sighed. “Thank you…”

“You’re welcome. Want me to give you a ride home?”

I shook my head. “No need. I can manage.”

“I know, but we’re still friends, right? Even if you’re rejecting me again?”

I felt a pang of guilt. I sighed deeply and eventually nodded. I gave him my address, which was still Dylan’s mansion. I needed to pick up some of my things before leaving for good. I just hoped Dylan wouldn’t be there.

But I was wrong.

Standing on the porch was Dylan, and he didn’t look happy when we arrived. His arms were crossed, his jaw clenched, and his gaze flickered between me and Logan, clearly putting the pieces together as we stepped out of the car.

I tried to stay calm and cleared my throat as I glanced at Logan, who was staring back at Dylan with the same intensity. It looked like they were already having a silent standoff!

Before anything escalated, I turned to Logan. “Um… I’ll be fine here, Logan. You can… go,” I told him.

Logan looked at me. “Are you sure? He’s your husband, right? Oh, wait. Soon-to-be ex-husband. Sorry, my bad,” he said, making me gasp a little. Damn! What was Logan thinking?!

That didn’t help at all! Dylan clearly heard it, and he looked ready to attack Logan. Before anything could happen, I quickly pushed Logan back toward his car.

“Yes, go now! Thanks for the ride,” I said, turning my back on him. A few seconds later, I was relieved to see Logan driving off.

I turned back to Dylan, who was now breathing heavily, as if he was struggling to calm himself. His hands were clenched into fists, as if he’d been dying to hit someone.

“Who the hell is he?” Dylan asked venomously, making me shiver. “Is he the real reason you’re so desperate for a divorce? Is he your other man?!”

I flinched at his tone, and despite myself, I couldn’t help feeling a surge of fear.