All Chapters of Comeback Of the Divorced Heiress: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

*************Aubrey's POV**************Ryder's smirk remained plastered on his face, but I could see it—the slight narrowing of his eyes, the way his gaze sharpened as if trying to dissect me. He was suspicious, and rightfully so. I had just agreed to something that would make any sane person recoil in disgust.He stepped closer as he tried to tower over me. But I didn't flinch, didn't let him see the discomfort curling at the edges of my thoughts. Instead, I met his gaze with a steady calm and indifference that I knew would drive him crazy."You're awfully quick to agree," he said, his voice laced with suspicion. "What's your angle, Aubrey?"I let a slow, deliberate smile creep across my lips. "Do I need an angle? Maybe I've just accepted my fate. Maybe I'm tired of fighting. Or maybe"—I leaned in slightly, lowering my voice to a conspiratorial whisper—"I'm just that desperate to be free of you."His stormy grey eyes flickered with anger. I couldn't decipher them all, but I knew one

*******Aubrey's POV********I was sitting in the conference room. I could feel the weight of their stares—men who believed they knew better simply because of their gender and experience.I stood at the head of the table, my presence commanding the room, and glanced down at the stack of reports in front of me. It was time to make the announcement."As many of you may have heard," I began, my voice steady, "I've accepted the role of Vice President at Wolfe Inc."The reaction was immediate. A ripple of discomfort washed over the room, and I could see the shareholders exchange glances with each other, their eyebrows raised in disbelief. I could practically feel their objections coming.Sure enough, one of them, Mr. Hampton, an older man with silver hair and an overly smug expression, spoke first."Ms. Aubrey," he said with a patronising smile, leaning forward slightly in his chair, "while we respect your capabilities here at Devereux Jewelry, I have to question your decision. How exactly

**Aubrey's POV**I stared at my phone, waiting for Ryder's confirmation. The moment it buzzed with his text, I read it quickly.He was ready. I quickly sent him the address and braced myself. This was the part I dreaded the most—facing him in my own space. A part of me wondered how I would even survive a whole year of this.The sound of a car pulling up outside brought me back to the present. I stepped out onto the front porch just as Ryder's sleek black car came to a stop. He got out, looking every bit the arrogant bastard I remembered—tailored suit, cold eyes, and that damned smirk plastered on his face."Well, well," he said with a sneer, approaching the entrance, his gaze flicking over the house. "There's still time, Aubrey. You could forget about all this nonsense and come back with me. Save yourself the trouble." His voice dripped with smug confidence, as if he actually believed I might change my mind.I couldn't help but laugh, the sound escaping before I could stop it. "Are yo

*******Aubrey's pov********As we entered the restaurant, Sophia eyed Ryder suspiciously. "What's he doing with us?" she asked, clearly confused and a little on edge.I sighed heavily. "It's a long story," I muttered.I hadn't even had a chance to explain it all to Alex yet, and here we were, stuck in this awkward mess.We approached the table, and just as Alex moved to sit beside me, Ryder, in true Ryder fashion, pushed him aside and slid into the seat next to me. Alex's eyes flared with anger, his fists clenching by his sides."Seriously?" Alex hissed under his breath, his voice tight with barely controlled rage.Before he could escalate things further, Sophia gently grabbed his arm, trying to calm him down. "Alex, let it go," she whispered, giving him a look that said she didn't want to deal with any more drama tonight.I appreciated Sophia's efforts, but as we began eating, it quickly became clear that there would be no peace at this table. Every few bites, Ryder and Alex would st

*****Aubrey's pov*****Next morning, I went through my morning routine with precision—shower, skincare, makeup. The whole deal. By the time I was done, I felt refreshed and ready to tackle the day.Smoothing down the sleek lines of my suit, I headed downstairs, but stopped short when I spotted Ryder sprawled out on the couch, looking far too comfortable for someone who had barged into my life uninvited.I paused, watching him for a moment. His broad frame barely fit on the couch, one arm thrown over his eyes as his chest rose and fell with each deep breath. His hair was a mess, and his usual arrogant expression was softened in sleep. For a second, just a second, I almost felt a pang of sympathy. Almost.Shaking off the feeling, I cleared my throat and crossed my arms. "Ryder."He grumbled something incoherent, shifting slightly but not bothering to open his eyes."Ryder," I repeated, louder this time, leaning closer. "Why the hell are you sleeping on my couch?"He groaned, finally pul