All Chapters of After Divorcing My Ex-husband, I Returned And Shined: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

MICHELL’S POV Viktor wasn’t here yet. He was supposed to be. This was the day he said he was gonna show up. I checked my watch, then the door, as if by some cruel twist of fate, he’d suddenly materialize. But the hallway remained empty, the silence unbroken. No call. No message. No warning. Just an absence that put me on edge. Maybe he had changed his mind. Maybe, by some miracle, he had decided to stay far away from my estate, from my life, from Amelia. But I knew Viktor better than that. He never abandoned what he set out to do. And if he hadn’t shown up yet, it wasn’t because he wasn’t coming. It was because he was taking his damn time, making sure I felt his presence before he ever walked through the door. I exhaled sharply and forced the thought aside. I had more immediate concerns than Viktor’s arrival. Like the woman lying in the hospital bed in front of me. Audrey Taylor—relentless, reckless, and impossibly stubborn—who even now, even after everything, was tr

MICHELL POV Another week passed. The estate had settled into a routine—work, meetings, updates from the medical team. My schedule remained the same, yet there was an undercurrent of restlessness I refused to acknowledge. Every morning, Dr. Myers sent a report. Ms. Taylor’s recovery was progressing—slowly, but without complications. The nurses detailed her physical therapy sessions, the small improvements, the days she was frustrated, the times she refused to take painkillers until they insisted. She was impatient. She pushed herself too hard. She was, as expected, stubborn. I kept my distance. I wasn’t hovering. She was Amelia’s nanny—that was the only reason I checked on her. Amelia needed her to recover. That was all. I saw her occasionally, mostly at night, when the estate was quiet. It wasn’t deliberate. I simply worked late, and if I happened to stop by after, it was practical. A few minutes, nothing more. I visited her in the evening, she was propped up in bed, a

AUDREY POV The room was quiet again. The nurses had left, and for the first time in a while, I wasn’t entirely helpless. Before now, I would have pressed the emergency bell, waiting for them to help me with something as as a bath. But today… today, I felt like I could manage. It was just a bath. I reached for the hem of my nightgown, peeling it off slowly. My fingers trailed down my sides as I caught sight of my reflection in the mirror. I still had my curves, the hourglass shape I had always taken care of, but something about me looked… smaller. Had I really lost so much weight in just a few weeks? I ran a hand down my stomach, feeling the slight hollowness there. My ribs weren’t visible, but I could see the difference. My collarbones were a little more pronounced, my arms not as full as they used to be. Maybe it was just the surgery. Maybe it was the stress. I sighed, shaking the thoughts away. I wasn’t weak. I wouldn’t let myself be weak. I turned, reaching fo

AUDREY POV. The door clicked shut behind Michell, and I finally let out the breath I’d been holding. I picked up my spoon again, but my appetite had vanished. It wasn’t just because of what happened this morning—though, God, that was still burning in my head like a humiliating brand I couldn’t shake. It was everything. The way he had barely looked at me. The way he’d been so… stiff, so distant. I stirred the soup absently, my mind replaying the conversation. He had hired a dance teacher for Amelia. I knew, logically, it made sense. My body was still weak. I couldn’t push myself too fast, no matter how much I wanted to. But hearing it from him—hearing it decided for me—had stung in a way I wasn’t prepared for. I wasn’t just Amelia’s nanny. I had decided to be her dance teacher and also improve my dancing skills. And now, it was being handed off to someone else. I knew he thought he was doing the right thing. And maybe he was. But it still hurt. I exhaled, pushi

MICHELL POV I had barely stepped out of Audrey’s room when her friend’s voice rang out behind me, loud and brimming with energy. “Oh my God.” I paused, just for a second. “Audrey,” her friend said, practically bouncing. “He’s so freaking handsome and cool in person. How do you survive seeing him every day?” I stopped walking. Not intentionally. It just happened. How did she survive seeing me every day? It was a ridiculous question, but suddenly, I wanted to hear Audrey’s answer. What did she think of me? There was a brief pause before Audrey groaned. “Please—” “No, listen!” her friend cut her off, “Any lady would have gotten an orgasm with just a handshake.” I raised an eyebrow. Alright. That was… excessive. “I don’t blame you for masturbating with his image,” She continued, as if she hadn’t just obliterated the last ounce of my peace. “Honestly, I would've done the same thing.” I froze. My thoughts blanked for a solid second before kicking back into gear, col