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THE GALA
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I DIVORCED HIM! NOW, HE REGRETS THE IMPOSTER
CHAPTER 146 — THE IMPOSTERMAYA’S POVThe voice hit like a dart aimed straight for my spine — smug, booming, and dripping with that brand of superiority only men with money and insecurity manage to master.I turned.There he was.Mr. Rockwell Watterson. The same heavy-set man from my search results, only worse in person — fleshier, meaner, with the kind of grin that made you want to wash your soul after looking at it. He stood at the base of the stairs, one hand wrapped around a glass of red wine that looked too delicate for him.The crowd parted as if he’d orchestrated it. The lights caught the silver of his cufflinks and the dark slick of his hair. I’d seen this man before — on screen, in reports, in the shadows of Marvin’s mess — but standing in front of him, I understood why Damian had said he carried his opinions like weapons.“What is she doing here?” he said, loud enough to slice through the music.The room fell quiet. Heads turned. The chatter died like a flame snuffed out by
I DIVORCED HIM! NOW, HE REGRETS THE GALA
CHAPTER 145 — THE GALAMAYA’S POVThere are mornings when your reflection matches your mood — messy, tired, undecided. Then there are mornings when the mirror gives you answers you didn’t know you needed. Today the mirror said, Ready. Dangerous. Beautiful in a way that didn’t ask for permission.I stood in front of the vanity, one heel dangling from my fingers, and stared at the woman I’d forced into armor the night before: the black gown, the slit that meant business, the neckline that negotiated attention without begging for it. The stylist had done her thing; Damian had done his (control remains his cardio), and now it was my turn to do something I was pathetically good at — pretend I had it all under control.Before I slipped on the second heel, I crossed to my laptop because dumb luck sometimes hides behind a blinking cursor. If there was anything to salvage tonight — anything to give me a lead on Marvin’s shooting or even a hint about Mr Watterson — it would be in someone’s cale
I DIVORCED HIM! NOW, HE REGRETS RISING FIRE
CHAPTER 144– RISING FIRELarry stepped into his office, the weight of the day pressing down on him like an unwelcome guest. The city hummed outside, car horns and distant shouts blending into a dull symphony, but inside, it was quiet, familiar—his territory. Leather chairs, polished mahogany, and the faint scent of his cologne reminded him he was home, even if only temporarily.Before he could set down his briefcase, his phone buzzed insistently on the desk. Larry frowned, picking it up.“Hello?” he said, trying to sound casual, though his pulse picked up the second he heard her voice.“Larry…” Brandy’s voice, warm and honeyed, flowed through the line like silk. He could practically feel her smile from a distance. “Hey… I just needed to hear you. I’ve been thinking about you all day.”Larry leaned back in his chair, a slow grin forming. “Thinking about me?” he teased, tone low, and amused.“Oh, yes,” she purred, a lilting laugh following. “And I’ve got some ideas about what’s going to
I DIVORCED HIM! NOW, HE REGRETS THE GALA TRAP
CHAPTER 143 — THE GALA TRAPMAYA’S POVBreakfast was supposed to be peaceful. The kind where you eat in silence, think about nothing, and convince yourself you have control over your life. But peace and I? We haven’t been on speaking terms lately.By the time I finished my eggs and toast, my phone buzzed again. Damian.I didn’t even need to check twice. I could already picture him — in his neatly ironed shirt, standing in front of his massive desk, hair slicked back like he was running a whole damn empire before noon.I sighed, picked up the phone, and answered. “You’re making my life tiring.”His voice came through, calm and clipped like always. “Change of plans. I sent you a new address. Meet me there in thirty minutes.”“Can’t I at least brush my teeth first?”“You can. Just be fast.”Click.No explanation, no context. Classic Damian.I dragged myself upstairs, showered, and put on something simple — white jeans, a cropped beige jacket, and boots. I didn’t bother with makeup; whate
I DIVORCED HIM! NOW, HE REGRETS MORNING AFTER THE STORM
CHAPTER 142 — MORNING AFTER THE STORMMAYA’S POVWhen I opened my eyes, it took me a second to remember where I was.The light hit my face softly — not harsh like the afternoon kind, but warm and steady. The kind of light that told you the night was over, whether you were ready for it or not. For a brief, sleepy moment, everything was still. Then it hit me.This wasn’t my room.The faint scent of cedar and soap gave it away before I even sat up. I blinked, adjusting to the brightness, and my eyes landed on the folded blanket over my legs — neat, tucked, like someone had made sure I was comfortable.Xves.The thought alone made my heart skip, quick and stupid. I looked around. The lights were back on. The storm had passed. The small table in the corner was empty except for a half-drained mug of coffee and his watch lying beside it.He wasn’t there.I glanced at the couch — its cushion slightly indented, a pillow tossed carelessly at the edge. He must’ve slept there. Of course he did. E
I DIVORCED HIM! NOW, HE REGRETS TO CLOSE TO BE SAFE
CHAPTER 141 — TOO CLOSE TO BE SAFEMAYA’S POVFor a few seconds, I just stood there, frozen in the glow of my own phone light. The beam hit Xves right across the jawline, throwing sharp shadows over his face — the kind of shadows that made him look both dangerous and heartbreakingly human.He wasn’t supposed to look like that. Not at me. Not when I was already drowning in confusion.“Did I wake you?” I managed, even though my voice sounded smaller than I wanted it to.“No.” His tone was low, calm, but his eyes told a different story. They were searching, assessing, like he was trying to figure out whether I was okay… or whether he needed to pull a weapon. “You shouldn’t be wandering around in the dark, Maya.”I swallowed hard, forcing a smile that didn’t quite make it. “You say that like I have a choice. The lights went out, and my head maid decided to test out her horror movie skills by sneaking up on me.”That earned me the faintest twitch at the corner of his mouth — a half-smile,
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