Divorce by Mistake: A Billionaire's Desperate Second Chance

When I was sitting in a quaint coffee shop in Soho, I was seated in the corner booth, staring into my coffee as if I am

searching for solutions.

The continual repetition of Max's discussion was making me anxious.

Despite my logical side urging me to leave and move on from him, the risks had become too great.

I continued to feel like there was a crucial piece of information, I was lacking to comprehend the situation.

Becca gently walked into the café purposefully, checking the area until she saw me.

She fixed her gaze straight to me,

and walked directly to my table and sat down in the booth across from me, showing a resolute demeanor prepared for a conflict.

"Of course," she responded, with a firm and cutting tone in her voice.

Tell me why you would consider helping that unpleasant person again.

I released a breath, unable to meet her gaze. I was waiting for her reply but wanted to confirm her understanding.

"Becca, it's not as simple as you think," I said calmly, turning my eyes down.

"Isn't it difficult?" With a curious look, from nearby tables, she raised her voice. "Lila, the topic of conversation is Max." I raised my eyes looking at her talking.

The man who nearly destroyed you. What makes this challenging?

I watched my coffee as the steam leisurely rose.

"I know what he did, Becca. I'm not saying I trust him. But he's… he's in real trouble. And I can't just walk away."

Becca leaned forward, her eyes blazing with frustration. "I Can't just walk away? Lila, he created this mess! She added.

He lied to you, manipulated you, disappeared, and now because he's in over his head, he's back to drag you down with him?"

I flinched, her words striking a nerve. She was right; Max had been selfish, and careless, putting his needs above mine for years.

However, another feeling was troubling me, something I couldn't understand, not even to myself.

"I didn't intend to say it like that, Becca," I murmured, my eyes fixed on the murky drink in my cup.

He cautioned me that if I don't help him, I will also be in danger.

Truly speaking, we are still married. Whether you want to or not, I am already part of this.

Becca's face displayed annoyance as she lifted her hands in frustration. "Unbelievable."

He is exploiting you. One more time. Don't you observe it? He always finds a way to bring you back whenever it suits him.

Lila, this does not qualify as love; this is simple manipulation.

.......

I couldn't get it out of my mind. Throughout the day, Max's question "Can we talk?" stayed in my mind.

This evening. Identical location. The words seemed like a lure, yet I was unable to disregard them. I needed to leave.

I gazed at my reflection in the mirror, hoping to discover the answers I sought.

Who did I think I was fooling? I was confused.

However, I was left with no option. I was already halfway towards the town's outskirts when I finally noticed.

Upon arriving at the park, I immediately noticed that Max had already arrived. Waiting for me to show up.

He appeared… more aged and tired in a manner I couldn't put into words.

It is a surprise that his hair had been cut shorter, his jawline had become more distinct, and he no longer possessed his usual carefree attitude.

He appeared solemn. Almost excessively serious.

He glanced upwards upon hearing my approach.

He looked up when he heard my approach, and for a moment, it felt like time had stopped.

Furthermore, he didn't smile. Max didn't say anything. Just looked at me like he was trying to figure me out.

Letter shortly. "Lila," he whispered, with a low voice.

"I answered, attempting to prevent any bitterness from seeping into my voice."

We remained motionless, gazing into each other's eyes for what seemed like an eternity.

Both of us stayed still. It felt as if both of us were anticipating the silence to be broken by the other. At last, he uttered words.

He expressed with a gentle resolute voice, "I understand I am unworthy of this." "I needed to meet with you." He added.

I didn't have faith in my voice to respond; thus I folded my arms and waited.

Max had a knack for logically presenting things, even if they were not.

"I… I'm not sure how to begin," "I apologize." For all things. Simply vanishing. For failing to be present when you required my support.

I gazed at him, unsure of my emotions. Can you repeat that? Was he 'apologetic'? That barely touched the tip of the iceberg.

However, hearing him utter those words caused a certain sensation within me—something recognizable, something I believed I had put to rest in the past.

"What is the reason for this, Max?" I inquired, with a hushed yet sharp tone.

What is the reason after all this time? What is the point of returning now when everything has already progressed forward?

He cleared his throat, his eyes filled with emotions turning dark.

"Since I always had you on my mind." Every single day, I couldn't stop thinking about you, asking myself if there was a different approach I could have taken.

When I saw you once more, I understood I couldn't simply walk away and leave everything unchanged.

"I am in debt to you for more than just that."

My anger was so intense that I couldn't utter a single word. I desired to shout out, to inform him that he was unable to return and pretend as if nothing had occurred.

I wanted to inquire about the reason he had 'departed' initially.

Before I could speak, a car suddenly came to a stop behind us, its tires screeching loudly on the road.

We both turned simultaneously. The door swung open, and a woman emerged, tall and with sharp features, dressed in a fur-lined coat and heels that sounded like weapons on the concrete.

"Max!" she yelled, her voice quivering with anger.

Max turned white with shock, unable to move. "Rebecca, why are you here?"

My eyes met Rebecca's, her expression cold and evaluating.

She moved one foot ahead, then the other. Did you think you could vanish on me and then arrive here with her?

Her words sliced through the atmosphere like a blow, causing my stomach to plummet. 'Her'? What did she mean to him?

"Rebecca, this is not-" Max began, but she interrupted him, now glaring at me.

Rebecca stated, with a voice filled with bitterness, that she was his fiancée.

I felt my world spinning. My legs were shaky as if I might fall. "Engaged?"

I struggled to remain standing while shifting my gaze between her and Max.

Max's expression twisted with remorse, his hand extending as if he desired to clarify, yet the harm was already irreversible.

Before my response, a different car, which was black and stylish, arrived and parked in the lot.

A man dressed in a sleek suit emerged; he came out from the car, matching the ground slowly as everyone was staring at him.

His gaze was unwavering, fixed on Max, with eyes like steel.

"The man stated that we must have a discussion now, with his tone being harsh and professional."

Max's complexion turned pale. "He pleaded softly, refusing to be in this place."

However, the man did not delay. He advanced, seizing Max's arm and pulling him towards the car.

The man spoke with authority as if there were no room for argument.

"Max, what in the world is happening?" "My pulse was racing as I demanded." "Who are these individuals?"

However, Max remained silent. His eyes were fixed on mine, begging, filled with urgency.

"Lila, I will clarify everything, I assure you."

However, the man was not willing to accept it.

"You have no part in this," he snapped, directing his intense gaze towards me. "Don't involve yourself in this."

"Hey, Max!" I yelled, but the man ignored me and continued to drag him away.

And after that, they disappeared.

I took a turn to look at the woman, and she left immediately, leaving me standing alone.

I remained in the cold, with my heart racing and myriad questions circling in my mind.

Furthermore, I can't just imagine what is happening, "Is she his fiancée?" "Who was that man?" "What was their intention with Max?"

My phone buzzed in my pocket before I could even comprehend it.

I removed it, anticipating Max to explain to me.

However, the communication did not originate from him.

The message came from a number that was not familiar.

Avoid Max. If not, you will be sorry.

Or you will have yourself to blame.

I gasped, my breath stuck in my windpipe.

The sender was serious, not joking around. This was genuine.

The game I had entered was even darker than I had ever thought possible. I was heading to Max's Penthouse.