All Chapters of Comeback Of the Divorced Heiress: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

*******Aubrey's pov*******Before signing the contract, I leaned back in my chair and burst into laughter. Ryder raised an eyebrow, clearly confused by my reaction. I could see the slight annoyance creeping into his expression, which only made me laugh harder."What's so funny?" he asked, his voice low and irritated.I looked him straight in the eye, still grinning. "Why are you so desperate for this, Ryder? Why do you want to keep me around when you've got Sage waiting in the wings? Don't tell me you've started to like me."He snorted, crossing his arms over his chest. "Don't be ridiculous.""Oh, come on." I leaned forward, smirking. "You can be honest with me. Maybe somewhere deep down, you've developed a little soft spot for me.""Absolutely not." His tone was flat, but I caught the slight twitch of his mouth. He was trying to keep his composure, but I was getting to him. "I don't like changes. This is business, plain and simple. If I divorce you, I'll have to marry someone else ev

*******Aubrey's pov*******I rolled my eyes at him, trying to push down the irritation bubbling up. For the first time, I was actually relieved that he had called me earlier.God knows what else Gregory might've said if he hadn't interrupted. But Ryder was on another tangent, and I wasn't about to let him ruin my night even more."Gregory is my close friend," I said, keeping my voice as even as possible. "He's helped me a lot, Ryder. We were just having dinner. Stop overthinking-"But, of course, he cut me off before I could explain anything. "Don't you have a lot of ‘close male friends'?" he sneered.I glared at him, already done with this conversation. "What's that supposed to mean?" I snapped back.He smirked, his eyes twinkling with something smug and infuriating. "Did you perhaps eat while sitting in his lap?""What the fuck is wrong with you?" I pushed him away, but he grabbed my arms, pulling me back toward him.His face was inches from mine now, and I could see the fire in his

—------Aubrey's pov—------As I sat across from Sophia, cutting the nth call from Ryder, I let out an exasperated sigh. "Doesn't he have work to do? Why does he keep calling me?"Sophia chuckled, shaking her head. "Maybe he just misses you."I rolled my eyes, biting into my lunch. "Miss me? Yeah, right."His sudden clinginess is starting to get on my nerves. We were supposed to be estranged, yet here he was acting like a dog. I didn't have time for this.We finished lunch and started making our way out of the restaurant when I accidentally bumped into someone. Instinctively, I began to apologise, but the moment I heard the familiar, nasal voice complaining, my words froze in my throat."Oh, great! Look at this, you ruined my expensive dress!" the woman hissed, her voice dripping with irritation.I looked up, and there they were—my mother and sister, Sage, both standing in front of me with matching expressions of shock. The same faces that had haunted me for years, faces that were as c

—------Ryder's pov—-----I'm lying here, trying to get comfortable on this damn couch, but it's impossible. She can afford a huge house with countless rooms, yet she can't seem to buy a decent-sized couch.I shifted for the hundredth time, my legs hanging off the edge, and groaned. How the hell is she able to sleep so peacefully upstairs while I'm down here struggling?I couldn't take it anymore. I stood up, the stiffness in my back making me wince. Stomping up the stairs, I knocked on her bedroom door.No response.Maybe she's asleep. Of course, she is—probably sprawled out on that giant, comfortable bed, while I'm down here practically folded in half. The thought made me groan in frustration.I knocked again, harder this time. Still no response. Screw it.I unlocked the door, stepping inside and feeling the warmth of her room hit me immediately. The faint smell of her perfume lingered in the air—soft and floral, like her. I barely had a second to take in the room when the bathroom d

Aubrey's pov ;The week had flown by like a gust of wind. I barely had time to blink, let alone breathe, with the workload that had been thrown at me.Between handling my own company, overseeing the progress of my father's soon-to-be-former company, and preparing for the clients' wedding pieces, I was moving at full speed—nonstop.The wedding necklaces were one of the most significant projects I had ever undertaken.Every single design was intricately unique, each piece handcrafted with rare gems and delicate metals, with the kind of precision that demanded hours of concentration. The stakes were sky-high, both financially and reputation-wise.I was paying an enormous amount upfront to secure the finest materials—diamonds that glittered like stars, emeralds with deep, mesmerising green hues, and sapphires so blue they could rival the ocean. And not just the gems, but the skilled artisans I had hired were the best in the world, working in secret to protect the designs from being leaked