Semua Bab After Divorce, My Secretary Wife Becomes Rival Boss : Bab 1 - Bab 6

Drake’s laughter filled the room, rich and unrestrained. A sound so foreign— because he had never laughed like that with me.The realization stung, sharp and unforgiving.I stepped into his office, my presence an uninvited disruption.His gaze snapped to mine. Cold. Impatient. Not surprised, but annoyed.Mia's lips curled in satisfaction, but I caught a flicker of something calculating in her eyes—a predator sizing up its prey."I've heard quite a bit about you, Ms...""Mrs. Charlotte Watson," I supplied answers, my voice steadier than I felt. The name I’d carried for six years suddenly felt like borrowed clothing..Mia’s smile widened as she extended a perfectly manicured hand. Confidence. Untouchable.“Hmm, you don’t have that title anymore, darling. I was his first love, and soon, I'll be his fiancée.”The words pierced through me with surgical precision. How could she have the audacity to say that directly to my face? My stomach contracted painfully as a wave of cold dread washed

Drake’s POVI was sitting in my office with Mia, and just being around her filled me with a lightness I hadn’t felt in six years. If she hadn't begged me with those pleading eyes back then, I never would have let her leave for that modeling contract in Paris.Mia and I met at a gala seven years ago. She wasn’t just beautiful—she was magnetic. Being with her felt effortless. Charlotte, on the other hand, had been a complication from the start.We first crossed paths in high school, but our real connection happened much later, in a hotel room I barely remember. By then, she had earned her MBA and was working at my father’s company. I never saw her as anything serious, but she forced my hand.Even though we both gained something from this marriage, I knew she had been desperate to make it happen. She acted as if she loved me, but in reality, she only wanted to secure her position in my family's business once I inherited it. She never wanted me, only the title of Mrs. Watson, the power th

Pain came first—a relentless throb behind my eyelids that pulsed with each heartbeat. I couldn't remember how I'd gotten here, only that something vital had been ripped away. My body felt hollow, a vessel drained of purpose. Sunlight slashed through half-drawn curtains, the brightness an assault on my fragile consciousness. It's gone. My baby is gone. Memory flickered at the edges of my mind, cruel and clear. The confrontation with Mia—my husband's mistress—standing in his penthouse office, manicured nails tapping against an envelope. "He doesn't want this complication. Get rid of it, or he will." Then the stress, the collapse, the blood. "Hey, you're finally awake." The voice came from somewhere to my left, soft with concern. I turned my head, wincing at the effort it took. Sabrina sat beside the bed, dark circles beneath her eyes suggesting she hadn't slept. My friend's usually immaculate appearance was disheveled, her designer blouse wrinkled from hours of vigil. "What ha