She Strikes Back: My Ex-wife Is A Billionaire Heiress

We Are Divorce Already

OLIVIA

“Once bitten, twice shy. I'll never be a fool for love again, not Olivia Briggs,” I said defiantly.

A smile spread across Lewis' face at my words. He pulled me into a warm hug, holding me tightly until I struggled breathe.

“You made the right decision, sweetheart, and we'll always be here to support you,” he whispered, his voice filled with conviction. I inhaled deeply, a wave of relief washing over me.

Pulling away from the hug, he smiled and said, “You should get some rest. Dad will be so happy to see you.”

My expression turned somber. How was I supposed to face my dad?

I vividly remember walking out on him a few years ago, when he refused to accept my relationship with Asher. That had been the last time I saw him.

“Do you think....” I pressed my lips together, struggling to find the right words.

“C'mon Livia! You're his favourite and you'll always be. A person mistake doesn't define him, okay?” Lewis reassured me, cupping my cheeks. He added, “Now, get your head straight. You're Olivia Briggs, don't forget that.”

For the first time in years, I felt at peace. I lay on my back, scrolling aimlessly through my phone. My eyes landed on a familiar number and for some minutes, I hesitated, my fingers hovering over the dial button.

Finally, I took a deep breathe she made the call. “Girlie!” Anna's voice came up from the other end, bubbling with excitement. She picked up on the first ring, like she had been expecting my call.

“I'm back,” I said, chuckling as I pictured her expression. The line went dead for a moment, and within a few minutes, my door burst open.

Anna halted at the doorway, her chest heaving as if she'd just run a marathon; she appeared to be out of breath. Narrowing her green eyes, she muttered, “Is this some kind of dream?”

“It's for real,” I responded, stretching my arms out. She jumped on me immediately.

The hug didn't last a minute before she pulled back. “What happened? Why did you suddenly come back after cutting ties with everyone? Being married doesn't mean you should ignore your best friend too!” she bombarded me with questions.

“Exactly what I told her,” Lewis butted in, appearing at the doorway, with a tray in his hand. He dropped it at my bedside table, revealing a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice, my favourite!

I couldn't help but shrug. I would admit that I was a fool; I had not wanted to do anything that would upset Asher or his parents, but in the end, my efforts had all been for nothing. “Well, I'm back to stay,” I said.

“My god! You've lost so much weight! Were you on a strict diet or something?” she asked, concern etched on her face. I just listened as Anna rambled on, knowing her, she probably had a lot to say.

And as I expected, she continued. “Asher, that son of a b*tch! I can't believe he made you go through all of that!”

Speaking of Asher, I turned to Anna. “Would you mind following me somewhere?” I asked.

Within a few minutes, we were on our way to the Brown villa. As soon as we stepped out, a guard rushed over to me. I shot him a questioning look.

“I am Raymond Stones, your personal driver,” he introduced. Woah, that was fast!

“Mr. Lewis instructed me to take you wherever you'd want to go,” he added with a modest bow. “Your cars are ready, ma'am. Which one would you like to take out?”

He gestured towards the luxurious garage filled with expensive cars. A sleek Bugatti La Voiture Noire and a Maybatch, were available as my ride.

Anna gushed, covering her mouth with her hand. “I’m so jealous of you! You’re being treated like a princess, girl!”

I chuckled at her remark before turning to Raymond. “I’ll go in my friend’s car, you can take a break for today,” I suggested, and he nodded obediently.

“You're too demure for your own good! Let's take one of these babies and flaunt them at those losers' faces!” Anna grumbled, stomping her feet.

With her brows knitted together, she asked, her voice tinged with curiosity, “Did you tell them who you really are?” I shook my head in response.

“Ah! They'll probably get on their knees when you say something like.....” she paused for a dramatic effect before declaring, “I am Olivia Briggs, the only daughter of Charlie Briggs, the heiress of the Briggs conglomerate.” She spoke the words with flair.

Smiling, I said, “There's no point revealing my identity to them. It's all over now and I'll never have anything to do with them any longer.” A loud exhale escaped my lips as I said that, it sounded refreshing even to my own ears.

“Well, well, that's true!” Anna concurred as she got into her car. She ignited the engine, bringing it back to life.

We arrived at the Brown Villa in no time, the place I called home for three years. I walked briskly inside, with an air of confidence in each calculated steps.

I remembered how I used to rush into the villa, out of breath and pale, always worried about getting on Natasha’s nerves. Exhaling sharply, I couldn’t help but applaud myself for my decision; it was probably not a bad idea after all.

“There you are!” Natasha loud voice jolted me out of my reverie. She emerged from the stairs in a flowing orange gown that literally sweept the floor.

With a dismissive look, she averted her gaze from me to Anna, who was staring around the house absentmindedly.

“I was wondering if you were going to spend the whole day sulking for a mistake you made, and I was just about to come for you,” she said, advancing towards me, her movement like that predator closing on its prey.

“It's a good thing you are here. Losing your child doesn't mean that you should loose your sense of responsibility, too!”

A loud gasp escaped from Anna's lips from behind, I'm pretty sure she got startled at the news of my miscarriage, I'd intentionally omitted that when explaining things to her.

Or perhaps, was it Natasha's choice of words that shocked her?

“There's a lot to do! Get to work!” she commanded and meant to leave but my words stopped her.

“I didn't come here to do the dishes or clean the house, I came to get my important documents,” I admitted truthfully.

In a rush to leave, I had forgotten my passport and a few other essential papers at the villa.

A frown etched on Natasha's face, she hated being talked back to. As expected, She raised her hand to hit me but I blocked it, causing her hand to hang mid-air.

“Not again, Mrs Brown!” I snapped, my eyes flickered in rage. Looking back, I might have allowed her hit me to avoid conflict, but not this time, I was done being her punching bag.

“You uncultured element!” she spat, her face twisted in contempt. “How dare you talk back at me! Let go of my hand this instant or I'll order the guards to throw you in the dark room,” she threatened.

“Get out of this house and back to the gutter where you belong! I'll make sure Asher divorces you this instant!”

But I just chuckled, my grip on her hand tightening as my smile grew wider. “Oh.... Mrs. Brown! We are divorced already,” I revealed, my smile still in place, taunting her.

Natasha's face turned pale, her eyes wide with shock and disbelief.