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THE DRIVE
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I DIVORCED HIM! NOW, HE REGRETS COFFEE, CHAOS, AND BAD TIMING
CHAPTER 134 — COFFEE, CHAOS, AND BAD TIMINGMAYA’S POVWho was I even kidding? Running a big company isn’t cute. It’s spreadsheets, sleepless nights, and fake smiles over bitter coffee. The bigger the company, the more it sucks your soul.I stared at the stack of files on my desk like they were plotting against me. Contracts, audits, legal reviews—each one waiting for my signature like hungry mouths. My brain screamed for caffeine. Coffee. That was my only safe word.“Some coffee sounds nice,” I muttered to myself, shoving the pen aside.When I stood, the chair rolled back with a squeak that echoed across the glass walls. My head was pounding from too much thinking and not enough sleeping. My blazer was half-off my shoulder, my hair fighting gravity, and my mascara had surrendered hours ago. CEO? More like Chief Exhaustion Officer.Violet spotted me from her desk the second I opened the office door. “Ma’am, I can get that for you—”“No,” I cut her off before she even stood. “If I don’
I DIVORCED HIM! NOW, HE REGRETS OTHE TASTE OF DOUCEUR
CHAPTER 133– OTHE TASTE OF DOUCEURMAYA’S POV“I have a special delivery from Grace. She insisted you have some…” Damian tilted his head, squinting at the delicate label. “Douceur?”I blinked, almost snatching the box out of his hands. “Wait, Grace sent that?”He nodded, amusement tugging at his lips. “Apparently, yes. She made sure the courier treated it like a state secret. I had to sign twice.”I laughed softly, eyes glued to the sleek pastel box resting in his hands. The word Douceur was etched in gold cursive across the top—simple, elegant, and ridiculously expensive-looking. My heart did a little somersault.“Oh my God,” I whispered, taking it carefully, like it might shatter if I breathed wrong. “It’s even prettier in person.”Damian raised an eyebrow. “You look like you’re about to marry it.”I ignored him, peeling back the seal. The scent hit me first—warm vanilla, caramelized sugar, and the faintest trace of white chocolate. It was intoxicating. Inside, three glossy pastries
I DIVORCED HIM! NOW, HE REGRETS THE DOUCEUR EFFECT
CHAPTER 132 — THE DOUCEUR EFFECT MAYA’S POVI can’t fucking believe it.Aleksander—of all people—had gifted me one of his companies.One of his big companies.He had people transfer assets, arrange staff, and sign entire divisions under my name… behind my back.How does a CEO not know she’s about to own a whole damn company?Easy. When she’s too busy drowning in drama—Maya drama.The car turned sharply into a private driveway lined with tall glass walls and black steel gates. It was sleek—modern—almost intimidating in its precision. The kind of place where deals were made with quiet words and expensive coffee.The gate slid open automatically, revealing a courtyard paved with marble that gleamed under the late sun. A fountain stood in the center, water cascading in perfect arcs.The building was tall and intimidating—modern glass stretched high into the clouds, gleaming like it was dipped in arrogance. I looked at Damian, eyes narrowing. “When did this happen?”“While you were busy
I DIVORCED HIM! NOW, HE REGRETS WICKED APOLOGY
CHAPTER 131 — WICKED APOLOGY MAYA’S POV… :Hey, beautiful. How did it go?The message popped up at the top of my screen, bold and bright, right next to the name that always made my stomach do that stupid little twist nowadays.Aleksander.I stared at it for a second. My thumb hovered above the screen, but I didn’t reply. Not yet. I could almost hear his voice through the words—smooth, amused, with that boyish arrogance that made everything sound like a dare.I typed back slowly.Me: You’re in no position to ask me that.Aleksander: Oh, you’re still mad?Mad?No. Mad was too soft, too polite.Me: I’m not mad. I’m furious.For a moment, the typing dots disappeared. Aleksander: Geez… I think I can make it up to you.I frowned. Here we go again.Me: How?I sent, against my better judgment.A notification blinked. Aleksander sent a photo.God. I knew I shouldn’t click it. My brain screamed don’t, but my thumb didn’t listen.The screen flashed to life—and just like that, my entire nervous
I DIVORCED HIM! NOW, HE REGRETS THE DRIVE
CHAPTER 130 – “THE DRIVE”MAYA’S POVThe station doors closed behind us with a metallic thud that sounded too final. Like an ending. Or maybe a warning. The air outside hit me—cold, sharp, almost refreshing after an hour in that suffocating room filled with fluorescent lights and suspicion.Damian walked beside me, his expression unreadable. He’d been calm during the entire ordeal, too calm for someone who’d just sat across from a detective that practically accused me of murder.“I’m so sorry about that,” he said finally, voice low, apologetic.I glanced up at him, one brow raised. “Sorry that they think I killed my own brother, or sorry because you probably had to pay off the Chief to shut Liam up?”He didn’t answer. Just gave me that controlled, executive smile that said let’s not talk about this here.And that’s when it hit me—maybe he did bribe the Chief. Maybe that’s why I was walking out instead of being handcuffed.Was he being considerate? Or was there another reason?Either w
I DIVORCED HIM! NOW, HE REGRETS SUSPICION
CHAPTER 129 – “SUSPICION”MAYA’S POVBoth men paused for a fraction of a second. I couldn’t tell if it was surprise, recognition, or a mix of both.“Brandy Owens?” Liam repeated, eyes narrowing slightly. “The same Brandy Owens involved in the incident today?”“Yes,” I said quickly. “She was the only person I saw that night. We talked briefly.” My voice cracked slightly at the edges, but I pushed on. “She can confirm I was at my brother’s house.”Liam leaned back, arms folding over his chest, and for the first time since I walked in, he didn’t immediately look like he was plotting against me. Almost as if he was reconsidering his assumptions. Almost.The Chief cleared his throat, a soft, deliberate sound meant to cut tension but not stir it further. “That’s all for now. Thank you for your time.”But of course, Officer Liam DeVaughn couldn’t leave it at that.“What do you mean, that’s all?” His voice sliced through the silence, sharp and accusing. “She could’ve easily instructed someone
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