Semua Bab After Divorce, I became the CEO of my Ex-Husband's Company : Bab 21 - Bab 30

AlexMaybe telling her to stay was a mistake. I take a slow sip of whiskey, letting the burn settle in my chest. It doesn’t do much to clear the fog in my mind. My fingers tap idly against the glass as I stare at the files spread across my desk. “Stay.” The word lingers, heavier than it should. I meant it—I wasn’t about to let her drive home this late. But having her here, in my house, in my space, unsettles me in ways I don’t care to examine. It’s been years since someone other than Bellion or an overstaying business associate spent the night under this roof. The house wasn’t built for guests. It’s a fortress. A war room. A place for strategy and control. Sophia Mitchell isn’t just someone. She’s Nathan’s ex-wife. The woman caught in the wreckage of his empire. Whether she realizes it or not, she’s my problem now. A knock at the door pulls me from my thoughts. “Come in.” Bellion steps inside, his expression as unreadable as ever. He’s mastered the art of discretion ov

SophiaThe campus hums with life as students rush to their classes, backpacks slung over their shoulders, coffee cups in hand. I adjust the strap of my bag, clutching my schedule tightly as I scan the building numbers. Lecture Hall 5. I have no idea where it is.I stop a passing student, a tall guy with headphones around his neck. “Excuse me, do you know where Lecture Hall 5 is?”He barely glances at me, pointing vaguely to the left. “That way. Third building on the right.”“Thanks,” I say, but he’s already walking away.I hurry in the direction he pointed, my heels clicking against the pavement. I hate being late, especially on my first day in this class. The Director of Admissions mentioned it’s one of the most competitive courses in the business program. I can’t afford to make a bad impression.I find the building and push through the doors, scanning the room numbers. Lecture Hall 5 is at the end of the hallway. I slip inside just as the clock strikes the hour.The room is nothing

ChloeThe rich aroma of roasted meat fills the kitchen, blending with the scent of the spiced vegetables I just finished sautéing. I stir the sauce one last time, letting the thick mixture coat the back of the spoon before I turn off the stove. Everything is coming together perfectly.Nathan likes it when I do this—when I slip into the role of the perfect wife. He enjoys the idea of a woman who takes care of him, who makes home feel like a sanctuary. Most days, I let the housekeepers handle the domestic details, but tonight is different. Tonight, I need something from him.I glance at the dining table, making sure everything is in place. Candles flicker softly, their glow bouncing off the polished silverware. A bottle of expensive wine sits in the center, ready to be poured. I smirk to myself. This is exactly the kind of setting that puts Nathan in a good mood.Once the final touches are done, I retreat to the bedroom. I take my time in the bathroom, running a hot bath and sinking int

AlexI shrug, completely unapologetic. “Yeah.” She blinks like she can’t decide whether to be mad or impressed. “Are you serious?” she demands. I lean against the counter, arms crossed. “Dead serious.” Sophia lets out a frustrated sound, rubbing her temple. “Alex, do you even hear yourself? That’s a complete invasion of privacy!” I arch an eyebrow. “Says the person who vanishes without warning, ignores all calls and texts, and leaves no explanation.” I tilt my head. “If I were the paranoid type, I’d say you were the one acting suspicious.” She scowls. “I was unpacking. Not running a criminal operation.” “Well, unpacking doesn’t usually involve going completely off the grid.” I wave my phone in front of her. “You didn’t cancel our meeting. You didn’t even check your phone. For all I knew, you could’ve been lying in a ditch somewhere.” Her glare deepens. “So your solution was to track me?” I smirk. “It worked, didn’t it?” Sophia huffs, muttering something under her b

SophiaThe vibration of my phone pulls me out of my morning routine. I glance at the screen, still fastening the buttons on my blouse. A notification. Probably an email from school or a reminder about an assignment.Except it’s not.“Chloe Mitchell invites you to her birthday party! 🎉 Next Saturday at the Grand Haven Hotel! Hope to see you there! 💖”I freeze, blinking at the words. She’s joking, right?A scoff escapes my lips before I can stop it. The nerve of her.For a moment, I just stare at the notification, feeling the irritation bubble up inside me. Chloe, my dear, sweet, perfect sister, inviting me to her birthday party? After everything? For what? To gloat? To pretend like she’s the bigger person? To parade around in front of her fancy guests with Nathan at her side, acting like their perfect little power couple?I roll my eyes and delete the message without a second thought. Absolutely not.And Nathan. He allowed this? He was okay with my sister inviting me? He’s not conten