All Chapters of The Divorcee's Redemption : Chapter 11 - Chapter 13

~Elena’s POV~Pain.That is the first thing I register.A head pounding what-the-actual-fuck level of pain.It's a full-scale attack on my skull, hammering away like my brain personally offended the gods of tequila and they’re exacting their revenge with a damn jackhammer.The second thing I register?My stomach.It’s currently staging a full-scale rebellion, twisting and turning like it’s ready to eject every ounce of last night’s poor decisions.I groan, rolling onto my side.I barely crack one eye open only to come face to face with Isa, who is grinning like she just won the goddamn lottery with her head propped on her hand.Oh no.That look never means anything good.I squeeze my eyes shut, praying to the universe to rewind time. Pleading with My brain to try everything in its power to remember the events of last night."Please, please tell me I didn’t do something stupid."Isa hums, stretching like a cat. “Sooo…” She draws the word out, her voice practically singing with delight.

~Elena's POV ~ I say nothing. Not because I have nothing to say, but because I don’t have the energy for another round of verbal sparring with my insufferable boss. I grip the tablet in my hands so tightly my nails dig into my palms. “Anything else, sir?” My voice is clipped, sharp with impatience as I repeat the question for a second time.. His eyes size me up in an assessing, amused, infuriatingly composed manner as he rests back on his seat. Then, without a word, he dismisses me with a lazy flick of his wrist. I don’t wait for another word. I spin on my heel and walk out, my pulse hammering as I slam the door behind me with more force than necessary. The moment I’m out, I exhale, shoulders slumping in relief. If hell had an address, it would be Vale Enterprises. And if the devil had a name, it would be Sebastian Fucking Vale. I’ve survived exactly one morning under his rule, and already, I’m convinced he was sent to personally dismantle my sanity. His demands are