With My New Love, We Made My Ex Pay

Chapter 9 All Too Much

Davina's POV:

"I've fallen for Landon. We can never go back to what we were."

Andrew rejected the phone with a cold finality and then continued speaking, "The villa you're living in, I'll have it registered in your name. Consider it my parting gift. The car, the jewelry, you can keep all of it. And don't worry about your company's business. I'll continue to manage it for you. If you need anything else, just say the word. Think of it as compensation for everything."

I couldn't help but laugh bitterly!

Andrew felt like a stranger to me now.

Maybe this was who he truly was.

He actually thought that as long as he threw money at me, it would make up for all the pain I had endured in this relationship.

The man I once loved was so cold, so selfish.

"Davina, don't reject me. I know you need the money."

"Yes," I said, my voice clipped, "I need money! But I don't want your charity. The jewelry and expensive gifts you gave me? I'll leave them in the villa. I'm moving out this weekend. As for the car, I'll have it appraised and give you its cash value."

"Do whatever you want..." Andrew said, his tone frustrated. "You're so stubborn. No one can change your mind."

I ignored his words, focusing on the point I needed to make. "And tell Landon to stop hiring trolls to slander our company's products, or I'll take legal action. He's an idol, but his reputation is a mess. I could destroy him with just a few of his dirty secrets."

"Fine," he said, his voice tight. "I'll make him retract his accusations and claim it was all a misunderstanding. Anything else?"

I paused for a moment, trying to keep my voice steady. "I found Edie. Tell Landon you never considered her our daughter. Don't let him twist your mind into hurting her anymore. I have a feeling it was him who asked you to get rid of Edie, but instead, you gave him another dog to vent his frustrations on."

As I said this, I saw Andrew's expression turn pale, a flash of panic in his eyes. He raised his voice and snapped, "I don't love you anymore, Davina. Why would I care about a dog? You were the one who insisted on treating it like our child. I never wanted it and couldn't even tell the difference between that one and any other dog!"

I thought I was prepared for his cruelty, but hearing those words made me shake with rage.

I closed my eyes, took a few deep breaths, and forced myself to calm down. When I opened them again, I said coldly, "Get out! I never want to see you again!"

I had loved him once, and I refused to sink to his level with more accusations.

Part of me wanted to tell him the truth that it wasn't me like a dead fish in bed, but his tiny, inadequate p***s that couldn't give me any pleasure in bed and kept me from ever reaching climax, but I held back.

In the past, I had wondered if I was frigid. But after taking hormone pills, my desires became impossible to ignore. In the privacy of my own body, I found release, finally experiencing an orgasm for the first time, with nothing but a vibrator to get me there.

Andrew stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

The table was still filled with meticulously prepared food, but I had no appetite, so I asked the waiter to pack the meat dishes for me.

I walked down the winding hallway to the elevator area when I ran into someone I knew.

It was Henry Ross. He was a mutual friend of Andrew and Landon's and came from a wealthy family.

But he had no ability to make money on his own. He had a dangerous habit of gambling and using drugs, but he still flaunted expensive designer suits, a million-dollar diamond watch, and a cologne so strong it hit my nose and nearly made me gag.

The elevator doors were already open, and the waiter had ushered Henry inside, but he lingered, choosing to wait for me.

Both the waiter and I could feel the malice in his eyes.

The waiter, who had been guiding me, gave me a subtle warning. "Ms. Ivan, are there any valuable items you left in the restaurant? Would you like me to escort you back to retrieve them?"

He was trying to get me to avoid Henry, suggesting I wait for the next elevator, but I declined the offer.

I stood beside the elevator, not bothering to greet Henry.

He looked at the takeaway bag in my hand and smirked. "So, after Andrew dumped you, you're living on leftovers now? How pathetic! Can't afford to eat at these fancy places anymore, huh?"

I met his mocking gaze without flinching. "And why does that concern you?"

"If you really like it here, I can always take you out for a meal sometime," he said, reaching out as if to touch my face.

"Move!"

His hand froze in mid-air as a voice interrupted, sharp and commanding. Henry turned and frowned, clearly annoyed, ready to scold the person behind him.

But the moment his eyes landed on the man standing behind him, surrounded by a few bodyguards entourage, his face faltered. He quickly swapped his irritated expression for one of ingratiating politeness. "Mr. Francis! Apologies, I didn't realize you were in the way."

He immediately stepped aside, grabbing my wrist and pulling me out of the way, clearing the path for Xavier and his bodyguards.

The four bodyguards were giants, each over 7.2 feet tall. Their suits stretched over muscles that were impossible to hide. Their presence was imposing, even though they were dressed so immaculately.

Xavier at their center moved with quiet authority, never sparing Henry a glance. He stepped confidently into the elevator.

His cold, sharp aura was unmistakable, but it was his features that held my attention. Perfectly sculpted and almost too flawless for this world, he was the kind of man who made movie stars look ordinary.

Henry seemed to want to approach him, but the frosty look on Xavier's face made him hesitate.

I knew Xavier, but I wasn't sure if he was willing to acknowledge our connection, especially in such a public place.

Then, at that moment, his gaze met mine, and Xavier asked, his voice smooth and rich like a melody, "What are you standing there for?"

His voice, deep, like the resonating tones of a piano, matched his piercing eyes and handsome features.

It was all too much. My mind went blank, and I stood frozen, the weight of his gaze locking me in place. His presence was overwhelming. I heard him call me over, but I couldn't seem to move or respond. It was as if the world had narrowed to just him, and I couldn't breathe without his permission.