Semua Bab After Divorcing My Ex-husband, I Returned And Shined: Bab 71 - Bab 80

MICHELLVictor was getting too comfortable.It wasn’t just the way he walked around the estate like he belonged there. It was the way he talked—his casual, amused tone, always pushing, always testing. And Audrey… she didn’t seem to mind.I noticed it every time I walked into a room.The way she’d laugh at something he said, the way he leaned just a little too close when speaking to her. The way she never looked as guarded around him as she did with me.I should have ignored it. I had bigger things to deal with—Montiel and De Luca.Samuel and Hector had come up with a temporary solution, something to stall their next move while I figured out how to gut their operation properly. It wasn’t enough. I needed something permanent, something that would send a clear message.Yet here I was, gripping the edge of my desk, my jaw tight with irritation, because Victor had just made Audrey laugh in the next room.I exhaled slowly, forcing my thoughts back to business.I clenched my jaw, shoving th

MICHELL POVI clenched my jaw as I walked through the hallways of the estate, my fingers still curled into fists at my sides.Victor.I should’ve known. I did know. That bastard had a reason for being here, and now I was certain it had nothing to do with some harmless visit.It wasn’t just business. It was personal.I saw the way he looked at Audrey. The way he lingered too long, the way he smirked like he was playing some private game I wasn’t invited to. And tonight? Tonight was the last fucking straw.My phone buzzed. Hector.I answered without looking away from my screen. “Tell me.”“I started digging into Victor,” Hector said without preamble. His voice was clipped, all business. “So far, nothing directly incriminating, but his movements don’t add up. His trip here wasn’t planned last minute—he was preparing before you even had trouble with Montiel.”That made me pause. “Before?”“Yes. Almost like he knew something was coming.” A pause. “Or like he’s part of it.”I exhaled throug

MICHELL POVI sat in my study, the dim glow of my desk lamp casting long shadows across the room. The estate was still quiet. I had left Audrey’s bed before dawn, careful not to wake her. Not because I regretted a damn thing, but because I needed a moment to process the weight of it all. I had told her we were a thing now. And I meant it. My fingers hovered over my keyboard as I scrolled through emails, a rare smile tugging at my lips. It felt strange—this feeling of contentment settling in my chest. It had been years since I had woken up feeling lighter. Even Hector would have raised a brow at me if he saw the way I was grinning at my screen like some idiot. I leaned back in my chair, rubbing a hand over my jaw. I wasn’t a man who did relationships. I had never stayed in one long enough to even call it that. My world wasn’t built for love—it was built on business, loyalty, and wariness. But Audrey? She was something else entirely. Something I wasn’t ready to let go of

MICHELL POVI leaned back in my chair, rubbing a hand over my face. The meeting had dragged longer than necessary, and I was already exhausted. But I still had work to do. Shaking off the fatigue, I opened my laptop and video-called Ethan. He answered after two rings. “Gracia,” he greeted lazily. The screen showed him stretched out on what looked like a hotel bed, his blond hair messier than usual. I smirked. “Europe looks good on you.” He grinned. “Of course, it does. How’s my goddaughter?” “She’s good. Probably giving her teachers a headache.” Ethan laughed. “That’s my girl. And Audrey?” “She’s fine.” “Just fine?” he teased. I rolled my eyes. “I hired a dance instructor for her.” Ethan’s smirk widened. “Lover boy.” “Shut up.” “What’s next? Buying her a ballet studio?” I sighed. “She has an upcoming competition. I wanted to surprise her.” Ethan chuckled but then fell silent. The teasing light in his eyes dimmed, replaced by something softer, sadder. He s

MICHELL POVThe tension in the room thickened as my father swirled the amber liquid in his glass, his sharp gaze shifting between me and Victor. “I didn’t come here for pleasantries,” he said smoothly again, his voice carrying the weight of a man who was used to being obeyed. Victor leaned back in his chair, crossing his legs casually, though I could see the amusement in his eyes. He was waiting. Waiting for whatever storm our father was about to unleash. “I hear Montiel and De Luca have been causing trouble,” my father continued, placing his glass down with a controlled motion. “Affecting the companies. Our numbers are slipping. I should be asking you, Michell, what the hell is going on?” I clenched my jaw, forcing my posture to remain relaxed. “I’m handling it.” His brows lifted slightly. “Handling it?” “Yes.” My voice was even, but beneath the surface, my frustration simmered. “I already have people looking into it. Montiel and De Luca won’t be a problem for much longer