Revenge Of The Discarded Ex-wife

Knowing Miss Rosefield

LUCAS RAVENWOOD'S POV

"Sarah Rosefield lives in a two bedroom apartment on Eagle Street. She drives a Mercedes Maybach S-Class and is saving up to buy a lavish house located in Future Front Avenue." One of the two private detectives that Greg advised me to hire reports.

We agreed that they would have two weeks to find out everything about Miss Rosefield and that they would report every new detail to me immediately.

I cannot win her back without knowing the best ways to impress her new, tenacious heart. She has grown in ways I had not anticipated. With a job and a promising career she no longer needs me like she used to. But she must have beautiful dreams that I can help her achieve.

"What about a partner? Does she have a boyfriend?" I ask, even though the thought of her with someone else makes my heart pound violently with envy.

"She doesn't have a boyfriend that anyone knows of." The older, male detective answers and his female counterpart keeps nodding in agreement. "The men in her neighbourhood say she is obsessed with work and loathes relationships." He adds.

Guess that's my fault. She probably will never trust another man either. My betrayal shattered her heart into countless pieces that may take forever to gather and heal.

"What about her friends?" I question.

"Her best friend is a fellow designer at Stellar Style. They go to movies and target games together." The detective answers.

Lorraine never had time for movies or fun games when she was my housewife. She sacrificed everything so I could have it all.

"How much is this house she is saving for?" I ask.

"It's over 200 million dollars, sir. Way out of her reach. But from what we have learned she is quite a determined woman." The detective answers.

Despite my wealth I never bought a single lucrative gift for Lorraine throughout the two years of our marriage. She also never asked for any.

But I have paid for every one of Aubrey's vacations, jewellery and plastic surgeries. I now wish it was Loraine that I had given everything. I wish I could go back in time and choose her forever.

"We only found out the general details about Miss Rosefield. We promise to have more information within a few days," the lady detective finally speaks.

"Thank you. I might decide to hire you permanently if you get me every single detail there is about her." I respond.

"We promise to make you proud, sir." Both delightfully smile before leaving my office.

I pull the jacket that Lorraine made out of my bag and make my way to the Creative Director's office. The woman welcomes me with a winsome smile and quickly offers to get me coffee.

"No thanks. Just do exactly as I say and I may not stay disappointed with your performance here." I say and she eagerly nods.

"Whatever you wish, I will have it done, sir." She anxiously swears.

I place the jacket on the table, and she gapes in astonishment. "That looks... striking!" She exclaims. "Which of our designers made it?"

"None. I got it from a friend that desires to be a designer." I lie. "Take it to our tailors and have them make hundreds of them. I want the design in the markets before next week." I order.

You must think that I am extremely selfish and a con to sell my ex-wife's design just because she left it in my closet. But I figured out that Miss Rosefield will never admit to having been my wife unless she has something to claim.

The design will definitely earn billions in profits. And I will keep every it all, to the day she will agree to marry me again.

"If I may... offer an advice, sir. I think your friend deserves a job in our brand. He might be able to compete with Stellar Style's new designer." My Creative Director says nervously.

"My friend is a woman. And yes, I am working on hiring her." I answer, and she nods. "Send the jacket back to me once our tailors take note of the design." I order before turning to leave her office.

She picks up the jacket and rushes out before me.

I wish her mind was just as commited in creating styles and designs as it is in showing loyalty.

I think I should pay a visit to the luxury home that Lorraine is saving up to buy. It must be impressive to be worth 200 million. But no amount is too much to me as long as it makes Lorraine happy.

*****

LORRAINE'S POV

Jessica helps me carry my boxes of groceries into my apartment. She offered to escort me home for the first time since we became friends. But she has asked more than a dozen questions about actor Ryder Sterling on the way and still continues talking about him as I set down some of the boxes beside my fringe.

"I never thought Ryder Sterling would be dreaming of starting a fashion brand. It makes me feel like I didn't know him at all." She says like she has been his girlfriend for the last ten years.

How can she think she knew everything about the man no matter how much of an obsessed fan she has been?

"I still don't understand why he found it necessary to tell you about his plans. You will only be designing his clothes for a short while." She questions.

"He wants me to start the brand with him, as a partner." I answer and the box she was holding literally slips off her grasp. I instinctively catch it before it hits the floor.

"Why... why would he want you as a partner? You're just a new designer." She exclaims.

"You almost dropped my new dishes!" I complain and a look of guilt finally crosses her face.

"I am so sorry, dear! I was just... extremely shocked." She says while picking up the box from my hands.

"How about I make dinner with you? To make up for the mistake."

She suggests while carrying the box to the nearby table.

"Sure. We can have dinner as long as you promise not to talk about Ryder Sterling anymore than you already have." I say.

"Fine. We can talk about our boss. He seems to have a lot of faith in you these days." She responds.

"Sure. We can talk about Mr. Vale." I grudgingly agree.

We make the dinner while talking about our young CEO, Stephen Vale, rich and visionary. I avoid telling my friend that he asked me to give him a chance today. That he thought that Ryder Sterling was attracted to me and offered himself instead.

Jessica might not find it funny even though I told him that I would think about it. Which is also a lie as I am no longer the fool that used to believe that a rich man would love her unconditionally.

We lay the food on my dining table after hours of sweet gossip. My phone suddenly rings and I pull it out to answer the call from an unknown number.

"Hey, Miss Rosefield. It's me, Ryder Sterling. I... just got your number from your boss's secretary." A husky voice says from the other end, and my eyebrows shoot up.

Why on Earth would he be calling me at this time? 9 p.m to be exact.

Anyway I should act professional and not extremely surprised.

"Good evening Mr Sterling. Apologies for failing to offer you my number. I didn't think you would need to call." I say, and see Jessica's eyes go wide.

I am just as surprised as she is. But I carry on listening to the famous actor on the other end.

"Don't worry about it. Getting your number was easy." He says. "I was just wondering... what inspires your designs." He asks and I shake my head in astonishment.

He called me to ask that?