Chapter 20

최신 챕터

• After Divorcing My Ex-Husband, I became His Boss   Chapter 22

  Hannah’s POV:Their eyes scanned me from head to toe, like you would a designer bag at a pop-up store, trying to find faults in its authenticity. I didn’t waver, I didn’t flinch, and I didn’t move.Let them look till their disbelief dissolves like morning dew.They broke into a loud chatter, each voice tripping over the other as they questioned, still not believing what I had said. “It is your face that is on TV.”“Do you think lying would get you out of this?”“A wolf can never hide behind sheep’s clothing for long. It’s too late for you; you’re exposed now.”They all voiced out.Adam’s hand rested on my shoulder, an act to remind me that he was there as a source of support for me through it all. He was there, and he was never leaving.I raised my hand up, they hushed, and their eyes followed my hand. I shook my wrist, causing the hospital tag wristband to wiggle. “Look at the name. I’m not his wife.”Not anymore.I pushed my hand forward, allowing them to see the name written on the

• After Divorcing My Ex-Husband, I became His Boss   Chapter 21

  Hannah’s POV:My eyes widened, and the boy’s statement replayed in loops in my head like a broken record. What does he mean by ‘beat up your husband’? Where could he have heard that from?Like the room could sense my confusion. I heard the newscaster on the TV in the patient’s waiting room across from me. I took a step closer to get a proper view of the headline and to hear what the woman broadcasting was saying.“Breaking news! A young CEO has been hospitalized after being attacked by his own wife.” The woman in the black suit and round glasses read out on the screen. Cue in was a clip of Hayes being rushed out of an ambulance and into a hospital. Inserted at the top left corner of the screen was a picture of her.“The vicious attacker is the woman on the screen right now. The news has quickly gained traction, with the public sympathizing with the husband and calling for justice,” she went on, her voice maintaining a curated tone. “This has also raised more awareness of male domesti

• After Divorcing My Ex-Husband, I became His Boss   Chapter 20

  Hannah’s POV:Silence filled the room like a cologne. The type of silence that made the pounding in your chest sound as loud as a herd of bulls running through a field.Adam’s face had gone red, his cheeks the color of a ripe tomato. He was quiet; his eyes that were usually filled with a calm sort of control now looked taken aback, like a deer caught in headlights. OMG!! OMG!! Why did I just say that!? Instant regret! I scolded myself in my head.I felt like it was partly due to the effect of the drugs influencing me because why else would I have just blurted out that question? ‘Do you have feelings for me?’Like, of course not. That couldn’t be true. Absolutely not.Why would I even think that?Was my mind all fogged up because of how considerate Adam has been? Him allowing me to stay over at his house, him helping out with my projects, and even constantly motivating me.Or was it because of how he had swooped in to save me and brought me straight to the hospital, staying with me

• After Divorcing My Ex-Husband, I became His Boss   Chapter 19

  Hannah’s POV:My eyes fluttered open, only to slam shut again at the harsh sting of bright light above me. My surroundings felt like they were too loud, too white, and too unfamiliar.My whole body ached, and my head felt like it was stuffed with cotton.I blinked again, slowly this time adjusting to the light and the room around me coming into a clearer view. I looked around, observing my environment: the pale white walls and the tubes connected to me. Confusion clouded my mind until the faint smell of antiseptic and the soft beeping of the machine filled in the blanks.This is a hospital ward. But how?The last thing I remembered was—My breath hitched, and I felt a familiar lump in my throat as the image of Hayes trying to unbutton my shirt came playing in 4k. Like two crossover episodes of a TV show, Hayes's cold hands ripping open my shirt played simultaneously as the face of the kidnappers from back then drew sharper.I had reacted, throwing punches in defense of my dignity, b

• After Divorcing My Ex-Husband, I became His Boss   Chapter 18

  Adam’s POV:My brows furrowed, realizing Damian had just been pulling my leg to get a reaction. I was about to smack his head when Hannah’s soft groan from across the bed stopped me.Like a cauldron call, I rushed over to the bed, sitting by her side. I could feel the heat from her body due to our close proximity. My body temperature also seemed to rise, almost like we were symbiotically connected. I wanted to hold her, to cup her in my hand and absorb all the pain she felt, but instead my hands just stiffened by my sides, unsure of where to touch. Her body felt like a temple, and I was scared of desecrating it. Just as I rummaged my head for what to do, Hannah suddenly curled up sideways on the bed and wrapped her arm around my waist.My body froze, breath caught in my throat. It was like the priestess of the temple had laid her sacred hands upon me, and I shivered from the impact.Damian pulled up to where we sat, his phone in front of our faces. “Jeez! Adam, your face is as red as

• After Divorcing My Ex-Husband, I became His Boss   Chapter 17

  Adam’s POV:The scene playing out before me was like the climax to a gut-wrenching tragic film. Hayes was on the floor, beaten to a stupor, and right on top of him, restraining his movements, sat Hannah, throwing continuous punches like she was in a boxing match.But unlike the steady detail in which a professional boxer would throw his punch, Hannah’s own came out frenzied and almost maniacal, like she was being propelled by an unknown force.“Hannah,” I called, worried, hearing the painful cracks of her wrist as it slung back and forth. But it was as though I was talking to a brick wall—dormant and unresponsive.If she keeps at this, she might end up spraining her ankle and really hurting herself. I need to stop this.Immediately I ran to her front. My heart cracked open when I saw the tears streaming down her face as she kept on repeatedly saying, “My body doesn’t belong to you,” after each punch. It was like a hammer was being pounded against my chest. I couldn’t bear the sight f