Lahat ng Kabanata ng After Divorce, My Wife Becomes The Boss Lady : Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

Davina Completely ignoring the whisper behind me, I followed my guide. We soon got to the main office area. “Hold on please” the lady said before entering the door to enter an office. A few minutes later, she emerged- disturbed. Masking my curiosity with indifference, I walked into the office as she said. Gagging, I swiftly exited the office as quickly as I entered. The inside reeked of cigarettes. What is this? In an office? Reaching into my bag, I brought out the nose mask I carried for situations like this. I can't afford exposing myself to smells that'll be dangerous to my baby. Carefully securing my nose, I reentered the office. The chair was backing the door and I couldn't see the face of the person sitting. Only the back of their head. The air inside the office was thick—stagnant with the acrid stench of cigarette smoke. I forced my expression to remain neutral as I stepped inside, despite the sharp burn in my nose.A single, overflowing ashtray sat on the otherwis

DavinaDinner passed in a blur.I sat at the long table, absently poking my food with my fork, my appetite nowhere to be found. The spread was as elegant as always—gourmet dishes arranged meticulously, every detail reflecting the wealth and power of the Charez family. But none of it interested me.If only I could have some tacos.The thought came out of nowhere, strange and unfamiliar. I didn’t even like street food, yet the craving gnawed at me. My hand instinctively moved to my belly.My baby.The realization settled deep inside me, heavier than before. My mind drifted back to the first time I had been pregnant. Back then, Sebastian had been there. He had held me, cared for me, made me feel like I wasn’t alone. Now, he was nowhere—just a shadow lingering at the edges of my past.Masking my thoughts, I forced myself to take a bite, chewing mechanically. I couldn’t afford to draw suspicion. Not now.My father’s voice broke through my thoughts. “Join us in the sitting room after dinner

SebastianSilence stretched across the glass-walled conference room, thick and charged. The overhead lights cast sharp reflections on the glossy table, highlighting the contract pages lying between them—evidence of deception spelled out in black and white.Sebastian’s grip on his briefcase tightened as he watched the woman across from him skim through the document. Her brow furrowed, lips pressing into a thin line. The man beside her leaned back in his chair, fingers steepled in front of him, an air of indifference masking whatever thoughts churned beneath.Sebastian had come here expecting resistance, but the sheer audacity of Carpel Myles was grating against his already frayed patience.The woman—Madeline Grant, one of Myles’ senior legal advisors—finally set the contract down with an exaggerated sigh. She lifted her gaze, carefully neutral, but Sebastian caught the flicker of unease in her eyes.“I fail to see the problem here,” she said smoothly.Sebastian inhaled sharply, forcing

Davina I punched the coffee shop address into the GPS system and drove off. The city looked calm, but was bustling at night. Neon signs flickered, their glow reflecting off rain-slicked pavement. The scent of roasted chestnuts from a street vendor mixed with the sharp tang of gasoline. Laughter echoed from a passing couple, their voices fading into the night. But none of it reached me.I saw people smiling—couples leaning into each other, their fingers brushing over coffee cups. A child squealed as his father swung him into the air, the sound bright and carefree. A street musician strummed a slow, jazzy tune, filling the night with warmth. Everyone looked so happy. But the joy felt distant, like watching a movie with the sound on low.But I felt nothing, I was just a shell going around. My left hand dropped to my belly while the right gripped the steering wheel. Warmth radiated beneath my palm, a quiet reassurance. My baby. The only thing that felt real in a world that had lost its

Davina I rolled over in bed, the memories of last night flooding in. Mom had fed me and personally tucked me in. Even as an adult, being tucked in by my mother felt warm. I checked the time, it was still early. I planned on waiting behind for breakfast today. I need to apologize to my father for my outburst last night. I stood up from the bed and did my morning routine- bath, brush and get ready for work. Realising I still had quite a bit of time on my hands, I decided to go through the information I had on Lawrence King. For one, King is embezzling company funds and I have the proof of that. He's also morally corrupt, I have Christine's recording as proof. I have enough to take him down but I don't know why I feel there's more. One more day. I'll observe him for just today. The next day was the weekend anyway so by Monday, I should successfully come clean to dad about my findings, get rid of King and have a foothold as a Charez. Seeing it was time, I went down for breakf