Chapter 3 Familiar Blue Eyes

Naomi sat up in bed with a tired yawn. She had barely gotten any sleep last night from the way her head kept banging, and her tears refused to stop.

Lilly was there for her even though she momentarily fell asleep.

By the time she was up, breakfast had been prepared by her friend and she lazily climbed out of the huge bed.

She freshened up and put on a green cropped top and deep blue jeans. Her lengthy brunette hair was let loose over her shoulders and she decided on black wedge heels to complete her look.

"Oh look at you! "That is my best friend right there!" Lilly praised her as she walked into the living room.

"You think I look good?" Naomi asked her friend. Her beautiful face was lightly detailed with makeup.

"Of course you do! "That bastard won't even know what hit him!" Lilly continued.

Naomi nodded her head and sat down for breakfast. She always trusted her friend's judgment on fashion, since Lilly was always beautifully dressed, even without trying.

She had decided to visit Justin that day after getting the divorce papers ready, and she wanted to look her best to boost her self-esteem.

After a cup of fresh apple juice and some waffles, Naomi was ready to go. She picked up her handbag and left the house.

Lilly had insisted she take her car since Naomi's husband hadn't found it essential to buy a car for his own wife.

"You are too good to me," Naomi said with a smile before driving away.

Arriving at her husband's company, she confidently strutted into his office without even waiting for his secretary to inform him.

Justin sprung to his feet when he saw her. For some reason, he felt a little nervous. He had never seen his wife so confident before. He could see it in her steps, her unwavering gaze, the swaying of her hips. She suddenly seemed more attractive.

He cleared his throat, chasing such thoughts out of his head. "Look who decided to show up after running away from home," he said as he crossed his arms.

She smirked, then placed a brown envelope on his table without uttering a word.

"What is this?" he asked as he picked it up. Taking out its contents, he let his eyes soak in the words, even though he couldn't believe what he was reading.

She had tendered divorce papers which were already signed by her! To make things worse, she requested nothing from him, not even alimony!

"A divorce paper?" His brow arched skyward.

"Tomorrow at ten, let's end this finally and part ways. "No more mistakes." Her voice was stern as she spoke.

"Have you thought this through?" He questioned unbelievably.

"Trust me, three years is more than enough to think this through." "See you tomorrow." "Oh and, a red tie would have looked better." She said, pointing at his necktie.

With that, she turned and walked away, keeping a confident posture and a grin on her face.

Justin slammed the papers angrily against his desk. While they were still together, she was the one who always picked out his clothes and what would match them. He had found it hard to decide on a tie that morning, and he hated that she had to see it.

He angrily pulled out his tie and threw it away.

Walking out of the building of Justin's company, Naomi was all smiles. She thought she would tear up or at least be fidgeting in his presence, but for some reason, she had felt overfilled with confidence.

For three years straight, she had fought for the heart of a man who never wanted to give it to her in the first place.

He had never loved her. How did she not see it? She was only there to shut the media up, she was sure. So nobody would gossip about the eldest Miller heir being single.

All she wanted was his heart, and she deceived herself that he had chosen her out of love even though she knew that it was because his true lover, Grace, was out of reach then.

Now that they had blackmailed her like this, the only wise thing to do was to leave, and she wouldn't think twice about it.

She reached for the handle of the door of the car, but her phone suddenly began to ring in her hand.

After opening the door, she sat in the driver's seat and answered the call. "Hello?"

"Can I speak with Naomi Mitchell?" the person asked.

"This is her. How may I help you?"

"Mr Mitchell ordered me to let you know that J International needs a head, and he wants you to lead it. He is pleased with your breakup with Miller's first son."

Naomi was left speechless. Her father? How did he know about her divorce when she had only tendered it a while ago?

On arriving home, she explained everything to Lilly, including her father's offer.

"Will you take it?" Lilly asked.

"I'll talk to him later. "How do you think he knew about my divorce?" A confused look played on her face as she asked.

"Apparently, someone from the court saw the famous Miller's wife signing divorce papers and spreading the news. "News travels quickly on the Internet," Lilly responded.

Suddenly, a sad look played on Naomi's face. "Did you see what all those people were saying about me? I didn't stab her for real!"

"Of course, I know that. I know you! Don't read those hateful comments, the Internet is really shitty these days. "We'll clear your name somehow," Lilly assured with a smile.

Naomi sighed.

"Enough of this!" Lilly exclaimed. "The day is still young, and I can hear the club calling our names! Let's go!"

Naomi let out a soft laugh. She got on her feet and started towards the door. As she reached for the handle, she heard the doorbell ring, and before she could stop herself, she had already pulled it open.

Her entire self froze at the entrance as her eyes met with a familiar set of blue

ones. "Scott?"

The handsome man's lips curved into a smile. "Hello Naomi, it's been too long."