After Divorce, I Married The CEO のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

CHAPTER 41Jane was swamped at the office, feeling the weight of Caleb’s absence. She had left before him at home only to receive a text message from him that he wouldn’t be coming to work. She tried not to think too much about him and the whole incident that occurred yesterday while she tried to bury her head under an avalanche of paperwork. Documents needed sorting, phone calls needed answering, and she had to relay important information to Caleb.Mondays were definitely not one of her favorites. Why did people have to work? Couldn’t she get paid just for being smart and funny?She felt sick and irritated; the meal she had that morning hadn't sat well in her stomach. She was also worried about Caleb; she hadn’t seen him since his encounter with the doctor, and his room had been eerily quiet.She sat at her desk, sorting through a stack of documents. The landline buzzed incessantly, each ring adding to her mounting frustration. She sighed and picked up the receiver, trying to sound

Chapter 43Jane sat at the bar, nursing a glass of whiskey. The loud, pulsating music did little to drown out the chaotic swirl of thoughts in her mind.She usually avoided bars, seeing them as refuges for the broken-hearted and desperate, but tonight, she fit right in. The last time she had been to a bar was when she was going through the divorce process with her ex-husband, Marcus. And here she was again.She took another sip, her eyes wandering around the dimly lit room, observing the clusters of people laughing, drinking, and dancing.She sighed and drew her scarf lower, to hide her face. The confrontation with Caleb replayed in her mind, his harsh words cutting deeper than she cared to admit.She took another sip, hoping the alcohol would dull the pain, but it only seemed to amplify her frustration.Suddenly, she felt an arm snake around her waist. She stiffened, her hand instinctively clutching her drink tighter."Hey, pretty girl," a man slurred in her ear, his breath reeking o

CHAPTER 45Jane’s eyes sparkled with defiance. "I’m not playing games. I’m just trying to survive this ridiculous situation we’re in."Caleb’s smile faded slightly, a more serious look crossing his face. "I know it’s not easy. But you handle it better than anyone else could.""Flattery will get you nowhere," she said, though she felt a warmth spread through her at his words."It’s not flattery," Caleb insisted. "It's the truth."Jane sighed, the weight of their situation pressing down on her again."Why are you doing this, Caleb? Why do you keep trying to get under my skin?" "Because you fascinate me," he said simply. "And because I think you feel the same way about me."Jane’s heart skipped a beat, but she kept her expression neutral. "Don’t flatter yourself.""It’s not flattery," he repeated. "Just an observation."She shook her head, standing up to put some distance between them. "You’re impossible."Caleb followed her, not willing to let her escape. "And you’re avoiding the quest

Chapter 47Weeks later, Jane was lounging in her bedroom, half-watching a movie on her laptop. The film's plot was barely registering; her mind was a swirl of thoughts about the recent unsettling events. Her phone dinged, pulling her attention away from the screen. She picked it up and saw an email with the header: "The Robert's Quinquennial Family Reunion." Her heart skipped a beat as she sat up almost frantically. She reread the heading to ensure she wasn’t imagining things and when she was sure, she sighed and opened the email, her hands trembling slightly as she read:From: The Robert's Family Reunion CommitteeTo: Renesmeé RobertsSubject: Invitation to The Robert's Quinquennial Family Reunion Dear Renesmeé,We are pleased to invite you to the Robert's Quinquennial Family Reunion. This special event will take place on Saturday, August 5th, at the Robert family estate in Houston, Texas.Join us for a day of reconnecting with family, reminiscing about cherished memories, and cel

Chapter 49Jane lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. The day felt like a double-edged sword, offering both respite and a chance to sink deeper into her thoughts. She had asked Caleb for permission to take the day off, and he had granted it without hesitation, instructing the maids to tend to her every need. But Jane found herself unable to leave her bed, surrounded by memories of her father and haunted by the memorial. Or reunion as they had tagged it.She picked up her phone and scrolled through pictures of her father, his warm smile and gentle eyes staring back at her. She wondered how long Abigail had known about his death and why she hadn't mentioned it. Burying her face in her pillow, Jane let the tears flow freely.A soft knock interrupted her thoughts, but she didn't bother to ask who it was. She knew the way Caleb knocked. She heaved a heavy breath and managed to croak out, "Come in.”Caleb entered, looking stressed. His eyes softened when he saw her disheveled state. "Hey," h