Semua Bab Mr.Wrong: Bab 81 - Bab 90

Owen P.O.V The Lawyer’s Appointment The hours dragged until it was finally time to meet the lawyer. I arrived early, the sterile waiting room doing little to calm my nerves. The lawyer greeted me with his usual professional demeanor, but his words barely registered. My mind was elsewhere, consumed by the thought of Casey walking through that door and what it would mean for us once the papers were signed. I did not have to wait long. Casey arrived exactly on time, as she always did. She stepped into the room with her usual grace, but there was a tension in her shoulders that was not usually there. Our eyes met briefly before she turned to the lawyer, giving him a polite smile. She was cordial, professional, keeping everything on the surface. I hated it. We sat across from each other at the conference table as the lawyer went over the details, explaining the final steps. My eyes flicked to Casey now and then, but her gaze stayed firmly on the paperwork. “Say something.” The voi

Casey P.O.V. As I burst out of the stadium, the cool night air rushed against my skin, but I barely felt it. My heart was pounding as I pulled out my phone and quickly dialed Owen’s number. The line rang once. Twice. I pulled the phone away from my ear, staring at the screen in frustration. The call failed. Frowning, I tried again, but the same thing happened. A wave of unease crawled up my spine. I had just admitted to Zazu that I loved Owen, that I wanted to fight for him. But what if it was too late? I refused to let my thoughts spiral. Maybe his phone had died, or maybe he had put it on silent. Not wanting to waste another second, I called his office instead. Someone there had to know where he was. After a few rings, the call connected. “Hello?” a gruff male voice answered. I blinked. It wasn’t Barbara, nor anyone from Owen’s executive team. “Uh, this is Casey Maxwell. I am looking for Owen Brown? Is he still in the building?” The man sighed. “Sorry, ma’am, but everyone l

Daniel P.O.V. The Restaurant Encounter The moment I stepped into the restaurant, I scanned the space with sharp eyes. It was a quiet place, dimly lit with small booths lining the walls, offering privacy to those who sought it. The low hum of conversations blending with the occasional clinking of silverware. The air smelled of grilled meat and strong coffee, but my focus was elsewhere. My gaze swept past the occupied tables until I spotted her. A woman sat in the corner booth, her face obscured by oversized sunglasses and a baseball cap. She had long blonde hair, strands spilling over her shoulders,partially covering the side of her face. She was fidgeting, her fingers gripping the menu as she glanced around, making sure no one was paying attention to her.She was trying too hard not to be noticed, her posture stiff, if she grip the menu any harder her finger will snap. Eva never wanted to be seen these days. I walked toward her without hesitation. She did not notice me at first, t

Casey P.O.V The morning was crisp, the air carrying the faint scent of freshly brewed coffee and anticipation as I stepped into the office building. A soft smile played on my lips, the remnants of a happiness I had not felt in a long time lingering in my chest. After the night I had spent with Owen, I had expected things to feel different, to shift in some way, even if subtly. But life had an odd way of throwing curveballs when you least expected them. That morning after, I had to leave in a rush. A call from my apartment complex about a water leak had jolted me awake earlier than I had planned. There was no time for drawn-out goodbyes or even a proper conversation. Owen was still asleep, his breathing slow and steady, the faintest crease between his brows as if he were already lost in some distant dream. For a brief moment, I hesitated, standing at the edge of the bed, watching him, debating whether to wake him up. Instead, I grabbed a pen and the nearest scrap of paper, scrawlin

Owen P.O.V The door slammed shut, the echo lingering in the room like a taunt. I stared at it, my hands clenched into fists at my sides. Casey was gone. Not just from this office but it felt like she was walking out of my life as well. I wanted to stop her. Hell, I wanted to grab her hand, pull her into my arms, and tell her that I was sorry, that I never wanted this. But what would that change? Nothing. She was gone. It wouldn’t change anything. I had done this. I had allowed it. A bitter taste filled my mouth as I exhaled sharply, running a hand through my hair. My eyes drifted back to the door. The urge to chase after her warred against the voice in my head, the one reminding me of the chains binding me here. "You can say goodbye to Brown Group if you step another foot towards that door." Layla’s voice cut through my thoughts like a blade, halting me in my tracks. My hands clenched into fists at my side. I can not get a break from this woman.. Slowly, I turned to face he