Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Billionaire Ex-Wife's Return: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

Upon arriving at my office, Stella was already present, sorting a pile of papers on my desk. She glanced up upon our arrival, her eyebrow-raising in intrigue. "What is happening?" Stella inquired, putting the papers down. "This young lady," I remarked, pointing in her direction, "was let go earlier today." "I must understand the reason." Everyone took a seat, the girl shifting anxiously in her chair. “Begin at the start,” I encouraged her. "What took place?" She inhaled unsteadily. "I observed a few inconsistencies in the project documentation following our meeting yesterday." I believed it was important to notify them, so I approached my boss first thing this morning to inform her that the project may require suspension for additional evaluation. "And then?" I inquired, already anticipating where this was leading. “She… she didn’t handle it well,” the girl went on. “She became furious and stated that I was crossing my limits.” She charged me with incompetence and asserted that

The “discussion” continued. Jason leaped from one subject to another, from his beloved TV series to his ideas for a hidden treehouse (which seemingly wasn’t hidden anymore). I attempted multiple times to interrupt him. "Jason, allow Mr. Lucas some peace and quiet." "He's the one driving," I remarked, hoping to make him feel guilty enough to be quiet. “It’s okay,” Lucas replied calmly, keeping his gaze focused on the road. “I’m okay with it.” "It's pleasant to have companionship." I stifled a groan, realizing I was losing the struggle. At one moment, Jason pulled on my sleeve. "Mommy, I have to go to the bathroom." "Why couldn't you have done that before our departure?" I whispered, even as I was searching for an appropriate stop. Lucas noticed a tiny rest stop in the distance and stopped. The moment the car halted, Jason rushed out, pulling me by the hand. As we stood in line for the bathroom, I squatted to meet his height. “Jason, dear, you need to stop talking so much.” Mr. L

I moved ahead, planning to intervene, but Jason replied easily, his tone distinct and assured. “I believe my mom is fantastic!” he exclaimed, grinning. “She puts in a lot of effort, yet she still allocates plenty of time for me.” “I also wish to assist others, just like she does!” The audience dissipated, their unified “aw” resonating throughout the space. I also couldn't resist smiling, even though I wished he didn't have to handle the attention. Once the excitement faded, I heard a deep, melodic voice coming from behind me. "You've brought up quite an impressive young man." Courteous, articulate, delightful. He didn't get that from you. I spun around, shocked, to see Ethan Sterling right in front of me. He was even more annoyingly attractive from a distance, his gray eyes sparkling with delight. "Beg your pardon?" I spoke, my tone cold. "You heard what I said," he responded with a grin. “He possesses flawless etiquette.” In contrast to his mother, who bumped into me at a snac

“I suppose that's true,” I murmured, collapsing onto the couch. "This is a catastrophe." Granny West struck her cane on the ground, her keen eyes squinting a bit. "I asked you to let me handle it." "And coincidentally, I've discovered an answer." I glanced at her, shocked. “What type of solution?” She smiled softly, yet it failed to illuminate her eyes. "You will discover it before long." Her words gave me a shiver down my spine. I was in my walk-in closet, with the gentle light from above bouncing off the lines of neatly arranged garments. Granny West stood by my side, her keen eyes assessing the choices like a commander getting ready for a fight. “This one,” she said, taking out a sleek emerald green dress. I paused, grasping the cloth with my fingers. “Grandma, are you certain this is the optimal decision?” She glanced at me, her demeanor steady yet resolute. “Believe me, Natalie." You aim to appear self-assured, collected, and perfectly enticing. “This gown accomplishes a

The scent of freshly brewed coffee lingered in the air while I occupied the kitchen counter, wearing a cream blouse and fitted trousers, readying myself for another day at West Corporation. The television hummed gently in the background, the morning news delivering its standard mix of headlines and celebrity chatter—only this time, I was the focus. *“CEO Natalie West Seen on Date with Billionaire Ethan Sterling.”* The anchor smiled brightly as if reveling in the drama. “It seems the West Corporation CEO has been quite busy—first, her connection to Lucas Knight reignited speculation, and now she’s been spotted cozying up with Ethan Sterling at a posh dinner and nightclub. Is this a PR move, or has Natalie West truly moved on?” I took a gulp of my coffee, attempting to overlook the increasing knot of annoyance in my belly. It wasn’t mere speculation—they were analyzing every aspect, from how Ethan glanced at me to the alleged flirting at dinner. *“Some are even calling her a playe