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Abandoned by my ex, Reclaimed by his boss Chapter Twenty- Eight
Chapter Twenty - EightLIANADinner was quiet that night. Too quiet.No one said much—not even Emma, and she always had something to say. The clatter of silverware on plates was the loudest sound in the room. Every time someone spoke, their voice felt too loud, too forced, like it didn’t quite belong. I kept my eyes on my food and tried not to look at Ethan. I could feel his gaze flick toward me once or twice, but I didn’t meet it.I wasn’t ready for that.We all went to bed early. At least, everyone else did. I lay in the dark for hours, staring at the ceiling, my body still but my mind anything but. I kept replaying everything—those pictures, that man’s face in the background, the way I’d snapped at Ethan even when he’d done nothing but try to protect us.I wanted to blame someone. And he was right there, offering solutions, taking control—being calm when I wasn’t. So I lashed out. Not because he deserved it, but because I didn’t know where else to aim the fear.I got up around two
Abandoned by my ex, Reclaimed by his boss Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty -SevenLIANAThe moment Mrs. Alden left my room, I stood up, my spine straightening as cold determination flooded my chest. Enough was enough. I couldn’t sit here, suffocating beneath the weight of everyone else’s decisions, pretending like I didn’t feel the walls of this house closing in. I wouldn’t let it become a cage. And I sure as hell wouldn’t let Ethan Wolfe decide what was best for my daughter without involving me. Not again.I grabbed my bag off the chair, shoved my phone into the side pocket, slipped on a pair of flats, and looped my scarf around my neck with jerky, determined movements.As I stepped into the hallway, the silence of the house pressed in around me. But this time, I wasn’t afraid of it. I welcomed the quiet—it gave weight to my footsteps as I descended the stairs, each step echoing sharply against the polished marble. There was no hesitation in my stride, no pause to reconsider.The driver was still waiting outside, standing rigid near the black
Abandoned by my ex, Reclaimed by his boss Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-SixLIANAThe house was too quiet for a place preparing for a wedding.I sat at the edge of the cream velvet chaise in the dressing room, surrounded by fabric swatches, scattered jewelry cases, and half-finished to-do lists written in my own hurried handwriting. My wedding was just one week away. The gown fitting was in two hours. The caterers needed final confirmations. Invitations had gone out. Everything was set.But I couldn’t bring myself to feel even a flicker of joy.I was marrying Ethan Wolfe.The Ethan Wolfe incapable of love. Stiff and rigid. Not because I loved him. But because he’d made himself impossible to refuse. Powerful, calculating, and relentless—he didn’t ask. He decided. And I had to do it for my daughter.I reached for a sample veil draped on a nearby chair, trying to find calm in the soft fabric, but my phone buzzed on the tabletop. The screen lit up with a sharp, sudden notification.“Emma Hart has been successfully withdrawn from Halton Preparat
Abandoned by my ex, Reclaimed by his boss Chapter Twenty-five
Chapter Twenty-Five DAMIAN The message arrived just after sunrise, slicing through the quiet of morning with cold finality. You’re expected in by 9. No more leave extensions. — E.W. No greeting. No signature beyond the initials I knew too well. Just Ethan Wolfe’s voice through the screen—clinical, sharp, and unmistakably controlling. I stared at the words for longer than necessary, not because I was caught off guard, but because I recognized the precision behind the timing. Ethan never did anything by chance. He’d let me have my silence, my temporary exile, but now—he was calling me back. Not because I was ready, but because he was. Behind me, the soft rustle of movement broke the silence. Audrey entered the room, her presence a quiet comfort I didn’t yet deserve. A plush robe hung from her shoulders, loosely knotted, and she carried a steaming mug of coffee in both hands. She paused by the dresser, gaze settling on me. She didn’t need to ask. Her eyes flicked to the phone
Abandoned by my ex, Reclaimed by his boss Chapter Twenty-four
Chapter Twenty- fourDAMIANThe final strike of the gavel echoed like a gunshot, sealing my fate in a room that suddenly felt too small for the storm building inside me. I didn’t flinch. I didn’t blink. I just stood there, staring straight ahead, my jaw locked so tight it ached. The judge’s voice still rang in my ears, flat and resolute, delivering a verdict that stripped me of more than just legal ground—it gutted what was left of my pride.I heard the rustle of papers. Chairs scraping back. A murmur swelling as people rose to leave. But I remained rooted. Outside, the hallway was a frenzy—reporters shouting, cameras flashing, pens scribbling lies before ink even hit the page. None of that mattered. What did was the image of Liana walking past me with Ethan Stone at her side, his arm protective around her like he was some goddamn knight in shining armor.My throat tightened. It should have been me.Ethan’s eyes flicked in my direction—cold, unreadable—and then they moved on, like I w
Abandoned by my ex, Reclaimed by his boss Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-ThreeLIANAThe click of the front door unlocking jolted me out of the haze I’d been drowning in for the past hour.I was curled up on the far end of Ethan’s leather sectional, arms wrapped around a pillow like it could shield me from everything spiraling out of control. A book lay open in my lap, unread. I hadn’t turned a page in over an hour. The only light came from the low amber glow of the lamp beside me and the glittering skyline stretching beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows. Manhattan sparkled, alive and detached, while the air inside the penthouse was thick with the kind of silence that waits for a storm.Ethan stepped in, his presence commanding even without a word. His tie was already loosened, the top two buttons of his dress shirt undone, sleeves rolled to his forearms. He looked tired, but not in the usual way. This wasn’t the fatigue of a long day at work—it was the weariness of fighting a battle behind closed doors.“You’re back late,” I said, rising slo
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