All Chapters of Once His: Chased By Ex-husband: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

He downed the last sip of wine in one gulp and slammed the glass onto the table before walking toward the door and leaving the bar.He headed straight to Dia's apartment. After the party, she had left the mansion for her own place. He knocked on the door, and after a minute, Dia opened it, wearing lingerie. “Arjan... What are you doing here?” she asked, feigning surprise. He remained silent as he stepped inside, and she closed the door behind him, a sly grin spreading across her lips. He stumbled slightly, and Dia reached out to steady him.“Did you drink, Arjan?” she asked, concern flickering in her eyes. Taylah’s face flashed in his mind. He shook his head. “What happened?” Dia pressed, worry etched on her features. He continued to shake his head, signaling it was nothing. “Why are you here, Arjan? Today is your wedding night, right? Taylah might be waiting for you,” Dia said, putting on a pitying expression.“Don’t talk about that woman. If it weren’t for her, we’d already be marr

ONE DAYTaylah received a call from the old mansion, inviting her and Arjan for dinner. Now she had to tell him, and the thought of going to his office filled her with dread.After dressing carefully, she made her way to his company. Everyone there knew who she was. The rustling whispers around her only added to her anxiety. It was no secret that the whole city talked about Arjan’s lover and her marriage troubles.She felt like a third wheel in their relationship and was increasingly affected by the gossip. She used to be indifferent to such chatter, but now everything felt different. She was determined to confront Arjan, despite the whispers and stares.Taylah took the elevator to his office, taking a deep breath to steady herself. She knocked on the door, and a deep voice called out, “Come in.”She entered his beautifully furnished office, with a view of the entire city through the glass windows.“What brings you here? Make it quick; don’t stay silent and waste my time,” he said, hi

Ethan looked down, unable to say a word. It was as though guilt was piercing through him like a sharp blade. "I was sincere when I loved you, but you shattered my hopes, Ethan. There’s no going back to the way things were. So, leave me. Just live your life with Dia," Taylah said as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. Her words pierced his heart repeatedly, leaving him to regret his decision even more. Without a word, he left the room.It wasn’t easy for her either. Tears welled up in her silvery eyes as she leaned back against the pillow. She couldn't help but think of how naive she had been to love someone who never truly cherished her. Her heart ached, as if it was being crushed under an unbearable weight.Suddenly, the doorknob turned. Someone entered the room. Taylah quickly wiped her tears away, thinking it might be Arjan. If it was him, he would probably scold her for crying. But she was wrong—it wasn’t Arjan. Instead, it was Mrs. Davier, who entered with a warm smile.

The next morning, Taylah woke up feeling completely refreshed. After freshening up, she went downstairs, where Mr. and Mrs. Russell greeted her with a warm smile displaying in fheir face "good morning." They enjoyed a peaceful breakfast together."Little pearl, shall we visit the nearby market?" Mrs. Russell asked, receiving an enthusiastic nod from Taylah. She was as excited as a playful kitten. It felt almost like a dream. Mrs. Russell and Taylah were ready to leave when Mr. Russell stopped them with a gentle warning."Old lady, don’t overwork our little pearl. She’s here to rest, not to exhaust herself," Mr. Russell said affectionately."I know, old man... But she also needs some fresh air. Don’t worry; we’ll be back by evening. Bye-bye!" Mrs. Russell replied with a smile as she headed toward the door. Taylah chuckled at their playful banter before following her grandmother, waving goodbye to her grandfather.After a few minutes of walking, they arrived at the local market. The pla

"Where is she?" Arjan demanded, his gaze fixed on the butler, who appeared visibly nervous. With each passing second, Arjan’s expression grew darker. "Answer me now, or your madame will face the consequences," he warned, his eyes blazing with fury. "The young mistress went to visit her grandparents," the butler replied carefully. "I tried to inform you since she rarely uses her phone, but unfortunately, you didn’t answer my call last night, young master. She didn’t seem well when she left the mansion." He hoped his explanation would ease the growing tension, but it did little to help. "You called me?" Arjan scoffed, his voice laced with disbelief. The butler remained bowed humbly, showing his sincerity. Arjan pulled out his phone to check for any missed calls. To his surprise, he found numerous calls—not just from the butler but also from his father, his mother, and even Ethan. Running a frustrated hand through his hair, Arjan stood up from the couch and strode toward the exit of