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After Divorce: Ex-wife Never Turns Back Chapter 139
Albert’s POV"So, tell me," I said as our drinks arrived, "how are you really doing? Rumors say you've returned to the mansion."Her fork clinked gently against the bread plate, a barely perceptible wince crossing her features. "I’ve been recovering and want to be close to my children.""And the recovery?" I pressed, swirling my scotch with theatrical patience. "Your illness... well, it was such a long ordeal, wasn’t it? So many of us worried. Some even wondered—dared to whisper—that it was all a little too convenient. Just when the board was faltering in its trust of Charles and Barrett, you conveniently faded into the background. So tragic. So perfectly timed. Sympathy can sway minds it would seem."Her stare turned sharp, dangerous. "Are you accusing me of something?"I leaned in, lowered my voice just enough to make her ears strain for it. "I’m just saying, some acts are easier to believe when the audience is desperate for a hero or a victim. You played both roles quite convincing
After Divorce: Ex-wife Never Turns Back Chapter 138
Albert’s POVThe meeting had barely adjourned, yet the stench of smugness still lingered in the room like cheap cologne on old velvet. I rose from my leather chair slowly, deliberately, while the others milled about with that self-congratulatory air they all wore like shiny medals on their puffed-up chests. I caught Saul's eye first, then Carl's, and gave them a look that said, "What did you think of that performance?" They came closer, grinning faintly, all too willing to slip into the comfort of backdoor politics with me."Quite the proposal from young Damian," Carl muttered, his thick white brows furrowed with a tinge of skepticism. "He certainly doesn’t lack confidence.""Confidence, or audacity?" I laughed dryly, though my mouth felt parched with restraint. "I’ve seen young men walk into boardrooms believing they hold the future in their palms. Most of them walk out with nothing but the sting of reality across their faces.""But you supported it," Saul said, his tone edged with c
After Divorce: Ex-wife Never Turns Back Chapter 136
Albert’s POVThe silence in the board corridor was a still, heavy thing, thick with secrets and the scent of expensive cologne. Albert adjusted the cuff of his pale blue shirt, a nervous twitch more than a style correction. His palms were damp, despite the chill humming from the air vent above. The world had changed so violently, so quickly. Six weeks ago, Charles’ porcelain bride, Lyla, had vanished beneath the tires of a black town car like a ghost swallowed by the night. She lived, yes, but no one spoke of her—not in elevators, not in the boardroom, not even in whispered tones behind closed doors. That silence was louder than any scream.He stood outside Charles' office now, his heart beating an uneven rhythm against his ribs. The brass handle mocked him, its shine untouched by time or ruin. He had not been here in weeks, choosing instead to lurk in shadows, to observe, to calculate. But today—today was different. Today, he had to speak. To ask. To beg.Albert ran a hand through hi
After Divorce: Ex-wife Never Turns Back Chapter 135
Maya’s POVThe car’s engine rumbled to a stop outside the mansion, the grand estate looming like a cold, silent giant. I glanced at Louis, his face tense with uncertainty. The car doors opened, and I stepped out with a heavy heart. “Ten minutes,” I muttered to Louis, needing the briefest moment of peace. The air was thick with expectations, and though the sun shone above, it felt as though a storm was just on the horizon.We made our way toward the house, and as we approached the front door, I noticed the presence of unexpected guests. Barrett stood at the entrance, imposing as ever, with Charlotte standing stiffly beside him. My stomach tightened. The last place I wanted to be right now was here, in the presence of people who had taken so much from me. But I had a task to complete. Mom’s things. That’s all this was about.As Louis held the door open for me, I walked in, only to freeze at the sight of Emily and Madeline. I blinked in disbelief. What on earth were they doing here? My p
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Charles’s POVThe hospital corridors stretched endlessly, their sterile white walls reflecting the harsh fluorescent lights above. Each step I took echoed with a hollow resonance, a stark reminder of the emptiness that had settled within me since Lyla's accident. Two nights ago, our lives had been irrevocably altered, and now, as I approached her private room, a bouquet of yellow roses trembling in my grasp, I felt the weight of guilt and uncertainty pressing down on me.I had arranged to be dropped off at the back entrance, avoiding the prying eyes of the media and curious onlookers. The staff greeted me with polite smiles, their eyes betraying the pity they felt. I returned their greetings with a nod, my voice caught in my throat. As I reached Lyla's room, I paused, taking a deep breath before pushing the door open.Inside, the room was bathed in soft light, the beeping of monitors providing a rhythmic backdrop. Lyla lay in the hospital bed, her body encased in casts and bandages. B
After Divorce: Ex-wife Never Turns Back Chapter 133
Madelin’s POVI looked up, stunned.He continued, eyes suddenly more alive. “Come back to the house. Your real home. Not the villa, not the gilded cage. Here. With your children. With the people who still love you, even if they don’t say it. They will. In time.”My lips parted, but no sound came out. The thought—me, in the house again, under the same roof as Charlotte and Damian—felt like something from a dream. A strange, sweet dream that could never be real.Barrett leaned back in his chair, the leather groaning in protest. “You and Charlotte have always been more alike than you know. And Damian… that boy needs you, even if he doesn’t admit it. He’s been drifting, even more so since… well, since everything.”My mind twisted, trying to catch up. “Damian. He’s… he’s not alone, is he?” I asked.Barrett gave a cryptic little smirk. “He has someone now. A girl. A woman, really. Kind. Strong. Smart as a whip. I think you two might get along.”I tried to recall any recent visits, any woman
After Divorce: Ex-wife Never Turns Back Chapter 132
Madelin’s POVWhen I emerged, Becky was gone, but Barrett was there, seated like a king in one of the wingback chairs in the sitting room. He stood as I entered, holding up a white bag that bore the logo of a restaurant I didn’t recognize.“I brought dinner,” he said casually. “Something new. Thought we could talk.”I nodded, wary, and sat across from him. He unpacked the food—rich, fragrant dishes I had not smelled in years. The plates were warm, the flavors bold, as though the chefs had poured their hearts into every bite. We ate slowly, pretending, both of us, that this was just another evening.He told me about Charlotte’s work, about Damian’s recent project. I listened, nodding, asking questions, trying not to let my hands tremble too visibly. We talked of nothing and everything, the way people do when they are circling the edge of a deep, black truth.And then, as he dabbed his mouth with a cloth napkin, he leaned back, his eyes locking on mine with quiet intensity.“So,” Barret
After Divorce: Ex-wife Never Turns Back Chapter 131
Chapter Eighty-EightMadelin’s POVThe cold hit me like a slap the moment I strode down the street. It was not the kind of chill that brushes your skin and disappears. No, this one seeped into the bones, down into the marrow, a bitter, clawing cold that mirrored the storm churning inside me. I wrapped my coat tighter around me, but it did little. My fingers trembled as I raised my arm, trying to hail a taxi. Cars zipped by, indifferent, their headlights streaking through the darkness like smirking specters. My breath came in shaky plumes, fogging in the frigid air. I felt exposed. Hollow. My heart beat like a war drum in my ears.Everything had unraveled so quickly. One glance, one panicked retreat, and now Lyla... sweet, soft Lyla... she was lying somewhere between life and death because she saw me. Because she followed me. I could not breathe properly. Guilt tightened around my throat like an invisible garrote. I had to return to the estate. It was the only place that might still acc
After Divorce: Ex-wife Never Turns Back Chapter 130
Madelin’s POVThe restaurant was dimly lit, all shadows and soft music, the kind of place where lovers leaned in too close and secrets were whispered into wine glasses. I sat in the farthest booth, hidden beneath the brim of a wide hat and a veil that shimmered like mist. The staff didn’t question me. Money has a way of silencing curiosity. I had slipped out of the estate days ago, or was it longer? Time meant very little to me now. The days bled together, foggy and slow, like honey dripping from a broken jar. No one noticed I was gone. Or perhaps they did, and they just didn’t care.Then, through the clink of glasses and the low hum of conversation, I saw them. Charles, Maya, and Lyla. The triumvirate of my former life, sitting under golden lights like a scene from a dream I’d never been invited into. Maya was radiant, her hand protectively resting over her rounded stomach, smiling, laughing, receiving every doting glance from Charles like she had earned them. Lyla looked different—w
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