Billionaire, Let's Divorce!

The only light in the room were the brightness of our phone's screens and that of the TV. The TV had been muted while Grace and I idly worked on our phones.

"Woah," Grace put her phone before my face, "Sydney, look at this."

My gaze settled on the dress on the screen. It was almost like one of the ones Grace had designed. I frowned, "it looks a lot like the dress you designed."

Grace laughed lightly, "It is the one I designed," she scrolled to the previous slide, "This is the original one. She's one of our clients, she got it from us so she replicated it and tagged us." My mouth formed an 'O' as I nodded.

"Yeah." She reclined back on the couch where she had been laying. "She really tried, right?"

"Yeah, but I could still tell that it wasn't your work. It was just your design."

"Hmm," she hummed, "I think she did well. Perhaps, we should recruit her."

"Oh please."

Grace laughed at my outburst then she abruptly stopped laughing. "Isn't that Mark?"

I frowned and paused the shorts I was watching on YouTube again. "What now? Mark replicated the jewelry we sold him or something?"

"No," there was a pause and I took that as a cue to play the video back but the sound of someone speaking drowned the sound of the video i was watching.

I turned to Grace with a frown, "Why did you increase the vo-"Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

She cut me off as she pointed to the TV. "Mark is live on TV."

I turned to the TV to see my ex-husband. The host was excitedly introducing him alongside his achievements. Mark looked smart and drop dead gorgeous in the suit dress he had on, his features seemed to have gotten even finer and more toned since I last saw him. His cheekbones were more prominent, his hair was slicked back neatly but as usual, there were still some errant strands in his face. Even through his suit jacket, his bulging biceps were prominent as he sat in the seat with the confidence of ten gods, a small smile directed at the camera.

The host started to ask him questions, first it was about GT Group which he confidently boasted about the rising value of its stock. Then the host threw random questions at him. His responses were articulate and insightful as he bewitched the audience with his charm and intelligence, eliciting unending cheers and applause from them.

I raised an impressed brow and raised my hand to give him a thumbs up. "Impressive," I muttered.

"He just had to be an asshole to you." I heard Grace murmured but I paid no heed to her.

There was no doubt that his outstanding performance during the interview would boost GT Group's stock price to a whole new level, and my five percent shares would increase in value as well. For the first time, I was grateful to Mark for not agreeing to buy the shares when I suggested it. I could already see the dividend from the shares being a whole new source of income for me. Then I found myself musing on the idea of buying more if their stocks before the prices skyrocketed like he said.

Grace leaned on me and pulled me out of my thoughts. She rested her head on my shoulder and held my arm. She jutted her lower lip out, "Why don't you be my sugar mommy? Please, be my sugar mommy, I don't want to work anymore, I want to live a life of daily splurge."

I laughed and gently pushed Grace away, "Get off me, you gold digger. My savings wouldn't live to see the day with your splurging." Amidst her light giggles, I pointed at Mark on the TV, "His would. He would not even feel like a penny was dropping from his account."

Jokingly, Grace gasped and sat up. "I have the perfect idea. I should marry him too and then file fir a divorce divorce, then I could also get five percent of the shares, right?"

I laughed, "Good idea. I'll introduce him to you as soon as you would like. In fact you could get thirty-two percent shares."

Grace threw her head back as she guffawed, I could help but join her. "Or maybe I would even get the company and take over."

"Oh no," I played along, "You can just make their family name yours."

The ring of my phone interrupted our playful banter. I peered at the caller's ID and my smile dimmed.

I was glad that she was calling but why? I quickly grabbed the remote from Grace's side and muted the TV again. I didn't want Doris to hear that I was watching a news Mark featured in. She might misunderstand the whole situation and think I still have feelings for her grandson.