All Chapters of After Divorce, I became the CEO of my Ex-Husband's Company : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Sophia's POV The moment the elevator doors slide shut, the weight I had been holding crashes down on me like a tidal wave. My chest tightens, my breath hitching as I lean against the cold steel wall. The image of Nathan and Chloe tangled together is burned into my mind, replaying in vicious loops. My fingers curl into my palms, nails biting into my skin, but it does nothing to stop the storm inside me. The doors open, and I step out into the empty parking garage, the sound of my heels echoing like the hollow ache in my chest. I make it to my car before the first tear falls.I grip the steering wheel, my vision blurring as silent sobs wrack my body. Six years. Six years of laughter, of whispered dreams, of standing beside him through every success and failure. Had it all been a lie? The late nights at the office, the unexplained business trips, the growing distance I had convinced myself was just stress—was it always her? My own sister? The betrayal cuts deeper than I thought possible

Sophia's POV The moment the news breaks, my phone becomes a war zone of calls, texts, and notifications. Headlines splash across every business and gossip site: Sophia Mitchell and Nathan Carter’s Bitter Divorce! Infidelity, Betrayal, and Millions at Stake! Nathan Carter Speaks Out—The Truth About His Marriage! I scroll through the articles, my jaw clenching with every word. Nathan has played his part well—painting himself as the heartbroken husband blindsided by my “unreasonable demands” and “emotional instability.”I expected this. I knew he would try to control the narrative, twisting the truth until he emerged as the victim. What I didn’t expect was the extent of his deception. He’s given exclusive interviews, shedding crocodile tears about how “he tried everything to save our marriage” while subtly implying that I was the one who strayed. The worst part? Chloe is right there by his side, playing the doting, supportive girlfriend.I slam my phone onto the table, my nails digging

SophiaI kneel beside an open suitcase, neatly folding a silk blouse before placing it beside the others. The penthouse is eerily quiet, like the air itself is holding its breath. No soft music playing in the background. No laughter drifting from the other room. Just silence.My things are half-packed—some already sealed away in labeled boxes, others scattered around, waiting for me to decide what stays and what goes. I can't live here anymore. Everything reminded me of Nathan. Everything. We had spent so much time together. We made a lot of decisions together too. Like the clock on the wall, we bought that together just like almost everything in this house. I can't live here anymore. I needed a clean slate. So, I got a studio apartment in the other part of town. This time, I would decorate how ever I pleased, with whatever I wanted to. I reach for a framed photo on the nightstand—our wedding picture. Chloe was my chief-bridesmaid. She looks so happy beside me in the photo. Was sh

SophiaI hesitate for a second, fingers resting on the cool metal of the doorknob. My heart is still racing from the uncertainty of who might be on the other side.I take a slow breath and twist the handle.The door swings open, and instead of Chloe—or anyone I had been dreading—I find a stranger standing there.A man.Tall, with warm brown skin, sharp cheekbones, and dark eyes that hold a quiet sort of amusement. He’s dressed casually in a hoodie and jeans, one hand tucked into his pocket, the other holding a small, neatly wrapped box."Finally," he says, smirking slightly. "I was starting to think you’d just ignore me."I blink, thrown off. "Do I know you?""Not yet," he says easily. "I’m Liam. I live two floors up. Figured I’d stop by and welcome you to the building." He lifts the small box slightly. "Thought a housewarming gift might be a good icebreaker."I glance at the box, then back at him. I hadn’t expected anyone to notice—or care—that I’d moved in. The building had seemed s

Sophia My hair is sleek, pulled back into a low, sophisticated bun. My makeup is clean, understated. Sharp winged liner. A nude lip. Just enough to remind them who they’re dealing with. I took my time. I pull my black blazer over my shoulders, the fabric settling like armor. My tailored suit hugs my frame perfectly, every line sharp, every detail deliberate. I slip on my Louboutin heels, their signature red bottoms flashing with each step. Today is not just business. It’s war. I grab my bag, run a hand through my sleek waves, and step out of my apartment like I own the damn world. I step out of my apartment, locking the door behind me, when a familiar voice calls out. “Good morning neighbor! Sophia, right?” I stop in my tracks. I turn to see Mia, my overly enthusiastic neighbor, standing by her door, her eyes lighting up like she just spotted a celebrity. “I knew your name sounded familiar,” she continues, she smiles brightly as she takes me in, head to toe. Sh