ห้องสมุด
ค้นหา
หน้าหลัก / Romance / Loving The Wrong One / Chapter 11 - Getting My Life Back

แชร์

Chapter 11 - Getting My Life Back

ผู้เขียน: Treasuretales
last update วันที่เผยแพร่: 2026-09-25 09:18:54

Quiana’s POV

The envelope was waiting on the dining table when I came downstairs.

I stopped halfway into the room.

For a moment, I simply stood there with one hand resting against the banister, staring at the white envelope lying beside the fruit bowl. My name was printed across the front in neat black letters, and beneath it was the address of the law firm Zack had hired.

My stomach tightened.

I didn't need to open it.

I already knew what it was.

The divorce papers.

The strange thing was that
อ่านหนังสือเล่มนี้ต่อได้ฟรี
สแกนรหัสเพื่อดาวน์โหลดแอป
บทที่แล้ว บทต่อไป
บทที่ถูกล็อก

บทล่าสุด

  • Loving The Wrong One    Chapter 13 - Fragments

    Zack's pov I woke up choking. I couldn't tell whether I was awake or still trapped inside the nightmare. My chest rose violently beneath the sheets, each breath scraping through my throat as though smoke still clung to my lungs. Sweat had soaked through the collar of my shirt. My heart hammered so hard that I could feel each beat against my ribs. Then I smelled it again. Burning wood. The darkness around me slowly came into focus—the familiar outline of my bedroom, the curtains shifting slightly from the air-conditioning, the faint glow of the city beyond the windows. There was no fire. No smoke. No screaming. Still, my body hadn't received the message. I threw the covers aside and sat on the edge of the bed, dragging both hands through my hair. My palms were damp. My breathing came in uneven bursts as I stared at the floor. The fire. I hadn't dreamed about it like this in years. Not this vividly. I closed my eyes, hoping the darkness would settle my thoughts. It didn

  • Loving The Wrong One    Chapter 12 - Room to Begin Again

    Quiana’s POV By eight the next morning, I was already staring at the project brief for the seventh time. The document sat open on my screen, twelve pages of requirements, measurements, deadlines, client expectations, and enough technical jargon to make anyone question their life choices. I should have been intimidated. Instead, I felt something I hadn't felt in a long time. Excitement. I leaned closer to my monitor, one hand resting beneath my chin as I studied the floor plans again. My eyes moved from the dimensions of the lobby to the proposed entrance, then to the restaurant spaces and the series of guest suites that stretched across the upper floors. The project was for the interior design of a newly developed luxury hotel in the heart of the city. Nothing about it was small. The lobby alone was large enough to swallow the entire first floor of my old apartment, and the brief extended far beyond it—guest suites, restaurants, private dining spaces, lounges, confer

  • Loving The Wrong One    Chapter 11 - Getting My Life Back

    Quiana’s POVThe envelope was waiting on the dining table when I came downstairs.I stopped halfway into the room.For a moment, I simply stood there with one hand resting against the banister, staring at the white envelope lying beside the fruit bowl. My name was printed across the front in neat black letters, and beneath it was the address of the law firm Zack had hired.My stomach tightened.I didn't need to open it.I already knew what it was.The divorce papers.The strange thing was that I'd known they were coming. Zack had told me. His lawyers had contacted mine. There had been emails and phone calls and conversations I had deliberately avoided thinking about.Still, seeing the envelope sitting there made everything feel different.Final.I walked toward the table slowly and pulled out a chair.The apartment was quiet. Laila was probably still upstairs, and for once I was grateful for it. I didn't want anyone watching my face when I opened that envelope.I slid a finger beneath

  • Loving The Wrong One    Chapter 10 - What I Couldn't Place

    Zack’s POV Two weeks. It had been two weeks since I had asked Cameron to marry me, and somehow, the answer still hadn't settled anything inside me. I stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows of my office, one hand buried in my trouser pocket while the other rested against the glass. The city stretched beneath me, bright and restless, but I barely noticed it. My coffee sat untouched on the desk behind me, long since gone cold. I had meetings waiting. Contracts needed my attention. My assistant had already reminded me twice that I was expected at a dinner that evening. None of it mattered. My mind kept returning to one conversation. *I need time.* I had expected Cameron to say yes. Not immediately, perhaps. I understood that my proposal had come quickly but I had wanted Cameron for so long that asking her to marry me had felt less like a decision and more like finally taking hold of something that had always belonged to me. But she hadn't said yes. She hadn't said

  • Loving The Wrong One    Chapter 9 - Broken

    Quiana’s POVA week had passed since I walked out of the Hunter mansion, but somehow, every morning still felt like the same day.I woke up, stared at the ceiling, and wondered how long I could stay there before someone came looking for me. Sometimes I slept until noon. Sometimes I woke before dawn and couldn't fall back asleep because my mind had decided that four in the morning was the perfect time to remind me that my marriage was over.Most days, I didn't bother getting out of bed.Laila had stopped asking what I wanted for breakfast because she already knew the answer. Nothing. Food had become something I had to remember to consume rather than something I wanted. She would leave a tray beside me anyway, and hours later, she'd return to find the plate untouched and the tea cold.My phone was usually somewhere beneath my pillow, vibrating whenever someone called. I rarely checked it. I had no energy for conversations, explanations, sympathy, or the inevitable questions about how I

  • Loving The Wrong One    Chapter 8 - What I want

    Zack’s POVI was in the study when the sound of the front door opening pulled me away from the documents on my desk. It was barely nine in the morning, and I wasn't expecting anyone. Before I could call for the staff, a familiar voice carried through the foyer.“Where is she? Where is my girl?”I closed my eyes briefly. Only one person could enter my house like she owned it.“Mum,” I muttered.Chase's laughter followed hers.I pushed my chair back and stepped out of the study just as my mother swept into the living room, her handbag hanging from one arm and her sunglasses pushed into her hair. Chase followed behind her, looking far more amused by her impatience than he should have been.Mum barely glanced at me. “Where's Cameron?”“She’s resting.”“Resting?” Her eyes widened. “And you're standing here talking to me?”“Mum—”She was already moving.I followed, shaking my head as Chase fell into step beside me.“She hasn't changed,” he murmured.“Unfortunately.”He laughed under his bre

บทอื่นๆ

บางทีคุณอาจจะชอบ

สำรวจและอ่านนวนิยายดีๆ ได้ฟรี
เข้าถึงนวนิยายดีๆ จำนวนมากได้ฟรีบนแอป GoodNovel ดาวน์โหลดหนังสือที่คุณชอบและอ่านได้ทุกที่ทุกเวลา
อ่านหนังสือฟรีบนแอป
สแกนรหัสเพื่ออ่านบนแอป
DMCA.com Protection Status