All Chapters of After Divorcing My Ex-husband, I Returned And Shined: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

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31- A difficult, frustrating, unreasonably attractive employer

Audrey povMy hands curled into fists as I walked ahead, my steps sharp and deliberate.Unbelievable.Of all the things I had expected from today, getting interrogated for something as harmless as giving a brunch recommendation was not on the list.I could still hear Mr. Garcia’s words in my head. “It wasn’t professional.”Professional.Right.Because professionalism clearly included him acting like some possessive, overbearing—I exhaled sharply, forcing my irritation down as I reached Amelia.She looked up from where she was crouched, gathering small rocks in her hands. “Audrey! Look, I found a heart-shaped one!”I smiled despite myself, kneeling beside her. “You did? Let me see.”She eagerly placed it in my palm. It was more oval than heart-shaped, but I wasn’t about to ruin her excitement.“It’s beautiful,” I told her.She beamed, then peeked over my shoulder. “Where’s Daddy?”Good question.I didn’t look back as I answered, “He’s coming.”I felt him approaching before I saw him.
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32- Daddy, can we have hot chocolate when we get home?

Michell povI was pouring myself a cup of coffee when Ms. Taylor walked into the kitchen. She was dressed simply—jeans, a fitted sweater—but there was something different about her today. She looked well-rested, for one. And she wasn’t moving as stiffly as yesterday. The only reason I knew that was because I had noticed. Unfortunately. She walked to the fridge, grabbed a bottle of water, and then, as if she had just remembered something, turned to face me. Her lips pressed together for a second before she exhaled. “Thanks.” I arched a brow over my coffee. “For what?” “For the ointment,” she said stiffly. “I appreciate it.” I took a slow sip, letting her words settle. I hadn’t expected her to acknowledge it—at least not this quickly. Ms. Taylor was stubborn, almost irritatingly so, and I figured she’d rather suffer than admit she needed help. But here she was. Saying thank you. I set my coffee down. “I didn’t do it for you.” Her brows furrowed. “Sorry?” I lean
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33- Maybe stop lying to yourself

Michell pov. The next morning, I was at my desk, skimming through reports when my phone buzzed. I ignored it at first, but it vibrated again—insistent. I sighed, reaching for it, and when I saw the name flashing on the screen, my brows lifted in surprise. Ethan Brooks. I answered immediately. “What's up, mate?” A deep chuckle came through the line. “Guess who’s back?” We had spoken just last night. Not once did he mention he was flying back. “You’re kidding me.” Miss me already?" “You were in another country eight hours ago,” I said, leaning back in my chair. “What the hell?” “Change of plans. Got in late last night.” “And you didn’t think to mention that?” “Figured I’d surprise you.” His tone was light, but I knew him well enough to sense something else beneath it. Still, I wasn’t about to dig into it over the phone. “You’re an asshole,” I muttered, but I was already reaching for my keys. He laughed. “I take it you wanna see me, then?” “Shut up.” “Great. Meet m
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34- Tell me to stop.

MICHELL POV I exhaled sharply, shaking my head as I reached for my glass again. This conversation was heading somewhere I didn’t want it to. The last thing I needed was Ethan dissecting my feelings—or lack thereof—about Audrey. So, I changed the topic. “So,” I leaned back against the couch, swirling the whiskey in my glass, “remember that time we almost got arrested in Miami?” Ethan burst into laughter, the kind that shook his shoulders and had him nearly spilling his drink. “Which time? You gotta be specific, man.” I smirked. “The jet ski incident.” He groaned, running a hand through his hair. “Oh, hell no. I still have nightmares about that cop chasing us down the pier.” “You were the idiot who thought we could outmaneuver a police boat.” “Hey, in my defense, we almost did.” I snorted. “Almost doesn’t count.” We fell into easy conversation after that, talking about old times—stupid stunts, reckless nights, the kind of shit we could only pull off back then. Ethan
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35- I had sex with Michell Garcia

AUDREY POV The morning light filtered through the curtains. I stirred, stretching slightly—only to realize the space beside me was empty. My eyes flew open. Mr. Garcia. Last night. My heart pounded as the realization of what had happened crashed over me like a tidal wave. I had slept with Michell Garcia. We had sex. My breath hitched, and I squeezed my eyes shut, but that did nothing to stop the flood of memories rushing back. His touch, his mouth, the way he had worshipped every inch of my body like he had been waiting for this moment just as much as I had—if not more. I remembered the way I had gasped when he first entered me, the way he had cursed under his breath as he stretched me, filled me completely. The way his hands had held me down, possessive, firm, like he couldn’t get enough. Like he didn’t want to stop. Heat spread up my neck, and I buried my face in the pillow, groaning in embarrassment. What had I done? I had let myself get carried away. I had le
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36- Do it again

MICHELL POV. I was pissed at myself at what happened two nights ago. At the fact that no matter how much I tried to shove it out of my head, it was still there—like a damn brand on my skin, refusing to fade. I ran a hand down my face, exhaling sharply as I sat in my office. The morning light streamed through the windows, but it did nothing to clear the fog in my head. What the hell was I thinking? I hadn’t lost control like that in years. I hadn't let myself be that weak, but I had with her. I gritted my teeth, leaning back in my chair. I told myself I had been drunk, that my judgment had been clouded. But that was just a sorry excuse. Being drunk didn’t justify what I did. I shouldn’t have touched her. I shouldn’t have kissed her. I damn sure shouldn’t have spent the night in her bed, taking her over and over like a starved man. I slammed my fist against my desk, the sharp pain grounding me for a second. This couldn’t happen again. It wouldn’t happen again. Audrey
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37- You made your choices

AUDREY POV. I sank into the pillows, exhaustion settling deep. The ache in my calf was a dull throb—easier to ignore now. Easier to pretend it didn’t still own a piece of me. Then the dream came. I was small. No older than four. Strong arms lifted me, a deep, gentle laugh rumbling in my ear. “Sweet girl,” a voice murmured. “You’re getting so big.” I looked up, but their faces were blurred, bathed in golden light. A woman’s hands smoothed over my hair. “You’re so precious, my love.” A deep ache filled my chest—a longing I didn’t understand. The scene shifted. A boy with dark curls grinned at me. “Come on! I found the best swing!” His warm hand gripped mine, and for the first time in a long, long time— I felt safe. I woke up with a start. The room was dark, the heater’s hum the only sound. These dreams had haunted me for years, confusing and persistent. I massaged my temples, exhaled, and closed my eyes again. *** The conservatory was warm, filled with the soft
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38- I don’t pity you, Ms. Taylor

MICHELL POV Audrey didn’t notice me at first. She was too focused on the call, her phone pressed tightly against her ear even though it was loud enough for anyone to hear her conversation. I hadn’t meant to eavesdrop, but the second I heard the voice on the other end—sharp, cold, and uninterested—I knew I wasn’t walking away. Her voice had started out steady. Cautious. And then, piece by piece, I heard it crumble. I hadn’t meant to listen. But the moment I heard her mother’s voice—cold, distant, almost bored—I couldn’t walk away. Then she told her about the divorce. And the woman laughed. Ms. Taylor had curled into herself, like she was trying to make herself smaller, like she wasn’t sure she was even allowed to take up space. And I knew, then. This wasn’t the first time. This wasn’t new. This was just another wound from a lifetime of them. I had never wanted to be wrong about something so badly in my life. But I wasn’t. The conversation kept going. She told
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39- The scan will take about twenty minutes

. AUDREY POV. The room was colder than I expected. Not just because of the air conditioning, humming softly in the background, but because of everything. The walls, the equipment, the chair where I sat, my hands gripping the armrests just a little too tightly. I kept my arms crossed as I sat on the examination table, my fingers pressing into my skin, trying to hold myself together. The room smelled like antiseptic and faintly of lavender—probably something they used to mask the sterility of the place. It was quiet. Too quiet. The way the physician spoke like this was just another routine case. Like it wasn’t my life he was talking about. Like it wasn’t my body that had to be opened up and put back together. “You’ll need surgery.” I heard the words. Understood them. But they didn’t sink in right away. It was like hearing something underwater—muffled, distant, unreal. I should have expected it. The pain never really went away, no matter how much I ignored it. Some day
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40- You're no brother of mine

MICHELL POV. I stood outside the MRI room, arms crossed, watching through the glass as the machine whirred to life. Audrey lay on the table, perfectly still, but I caught the slight tension in her hands, the way her fingers curled just a little too tightly against the fabric of the hospital gown. The doctor had asked me to step outside before beginning the scan—not that I had argued. I wasn’t about to interfere. Still, I didn’t like standing here. Didn’t like watching without being able to do anything. I glanced at the physician, who was focused on the monitors, reading the images as they appeared on the screen. His expression remained neutral, unreadable. I had seen enough medical professionals to know that meant nothing. The rhythmic thunk-thunk-thunk of the MRI filled the silence, and I shifted slightly, resisting the urge to speak. To ask. To demand an answer now. The moment the call came through, I knew something was wrong. My assistant’s voice was tight, uneasy
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