All Chapters of After Divorcing My Cheating Husband, I Married His Billionaire Uncle: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Sebastian took a shortcut. Though he arrived later than the security personnel, his speed far outstripped theirs. He caught up with Hannah. Hannah's left shoulder was scraped raw, revealing her smooth, pale skin beneath, the abrasions looking severe. She was pushing herself to the limit. Hannah had wrapped her arms tightly around the horse's neck, determined to climb back up and continue the race. She was willing to risk her life to secure this deal for Shawn's company. Sebastian cursed her foolishness under his breath. Riding alongside Hannah, he reached out to grab her. She dodged swiftly. Sebastian stared at his empty hand, his voice low and grim. If it weren't for Andrew's plea, he wouldn't have bothered with someone so bent on self-destruction. "Give me your hand." "No, I can't lose." It wasn't just about securing a lucrative deal for the company that would be considered marital property, allowing her to claim half later. What mattered more was that s

In front of Sebastian, Kylie put on a good act. “Miss Hannah, I’d like to ask you for some advice on horseback riding.” Hannah raised an eyebrow. The two naturally fell behind the others. Only when Sebastian was far enough away did Kylie drop her smile, her expression filled with resentment. “Hannah, do you have no shame? Mr. Spencer is your husband's uncle! How can you try to seduce him?” Hannah chuckled. Kylie's face flushed red. “What are you laughing at?” Hannah pointed at Kylie's eyes. “You’re like someone who sees everything with a dirty mind.” Kylie snapped back, “You…” Hannah shot her a sidelong glance and spoke calmly, “Kylie, you know exactly how you managed to secure your place in front of Sebastian! If you push me too far, we can both go down together. And when the truth comes out, let’s see who Sebastian will side with.” Kylie clenched her fists tightly, her frustration evident. “Shawn treats you so well, and yet you still cheat on him and act so arrogan

Shawn turned off the stove and looked at Hannah. Under the hallway light, her pale face still managed to catch him off guard with its unexpected beauty. Thinking of Andrew’s notorious reputation with women, Shawn felt a twinge of discomfort in his heart.He cleared his throat softly, trying to sound casual, “Is this some kind of unspoken rule in your department?” Hannah was taken aback for a moment, then replied seriously, “Even if it is an unspoken rule, do you think it's fair? After working hard on a proposal and going to great lengths to gain the client’s approval, at the last moment, someone else takes the credit. How is that any different from being robbed? Are you really going to sit back and allow it?” Seeing her brimming with anger, Shawn poured her a glass of lemon water. “Hannah, I’m not defending Logan here, but you’ve been out of the game for two years. You might be unfamiliar with the way business is conducted these days. What Logan did wasn’t right, but he’s tryi

In the CEO’s office. Shawn sat in a soft chair, smoking a post-coital cigarette. His upper body was bare, exuding a sensual aura as he leaned back, his pants loosely pulled up, the zipper undone. Smoke swirled around him, softening the contours of his features. Physically, he felt satisfied, but inside, there was an unusual emptiness. It had been a week since he last saw Hannah. He missed her terribly. So much so that he didn't know how to swallow his pride and try to win her back. The more Shawn thought about it, the more agitated he became. He crushed the cigarette butt in the ashtray. Next to him, Denise, wearing a slip dress, lifted his arm and nestled into his chest through the small gap. She looked up, the remnants of their intimacy still lingering in her eyes. "What’s going on with you lately? You seem so distracted.” Shawn looked down at Denise for a long moment. Finally, he lifted her by the shoulders, their eyes meeting. He said, “Denise, we should

Shawn didn’t sleep a wink all night. Every time he closed his eyes, he could see Hannah and Andrew entwined together in bed. In the early hours of the morning, he got up, knocking a delicate ornament off the nightstand and shattering it. With a cold expression, he went downstairs and drove straight to Denise’s place. His nerves were stretched too thin. He needed to unwind. And a late-night fling seemed like the only way. Denise hadn’t expected the man who had just ended things with her earlier that day to show up at her doorstep in the dead of night. She wore a crimson slip dress, lace of the same color draping over her chest, subtly revealing the curves beneath. Shawn pulled her to him, pressing Denise against the entryway cabinet with a blank expression. He was desperate.Denise whimpered softly, “Shawn, what's gotten into you today…?” She called out to him in a delicate, breathy voice, over and over. Shawn gripped her neck, his voice rough and strained. “Call m