All Chapters of Chase Me Ex Husband : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

    Chapter Twenty-Two     “Let’s see if any man will want you with a man-face,” one of the women sneered as she raised the broken perfume bottle—switched with acid—and hurled it toward Alissa.     But before the liquid could touch her, someone stepped in front of her.     A sharp hiss cut through the air. The acid splashed across the back of his suit, sizzling as it burned through the fabric and into the skin beneath. He bit his lower lip hard to stifle a cry of pain.     Alissa’s eyes widened in shock.     “Shane...?”     The women who had attacked her gasped, their faces draining of color as they recognized the man who’d int

Chapter Twenty-Four: She's gone The next morning, when the anesthesia began to wear off, Shane stirred awake. He groaned softly from the pain radiating through his back, forced to sleep on his stomach because of the burns. As his heavy eyes blinked open, he noticed someone lying beside the bed. "Alissa?" he rasped, his voice hoarse and patchy. The figure didn’t move. "Alissa," he called again, struggling to lift his head. "Hmm?" the woman stirred, stretching her arms as she let out a long yawn. Shane blinked in surprise. "Cindy?" His voice cracked with disbelief as he stared at the wrong woman. He could’ve sworn it was Alissa who brought him to the hospital. Cindy had been nowhere to be found. "You’ve just woken up, and the first name on your lips is your ex-wife?" Cindy scoffed, scrunching her nose in disapproval. "Why would she be here? Do you still want her instead of me?" "No," Shane replied weakly, still confused. "I thought she was her

    Chapter twenty six: You miss her     “Rophine,” Alissa said as they walked down the hallway, her heels echoing confidently against the tiled floor, “have a general meeting scheduled for tomorrow morning at 8 a.m. sharp. I want a breakdown of every department’s budget, performance report, and employee list. Sorted by usefulness.”     “Yes, ma’am,” Rophine replied, scribbling quickly on her tablet. “Should I prepare the files in digital or hard copy?”     “Both. And send a copy to my grandfather as well. He should know what I walked into.”     They entered the executive lounge, which smelled like old leather and forgotten smoke. Alissa wrinkled her nose in distaste. 

    Chapter Twenty-Seven: New owner      By the next morning, the air around the Golden Palace Hotel had shifted.     The staff wore clean uniforms. The front desk was no longer manned by the bored, gum-chewing receptionist, but by a newly reassigned hostess who stood upright, lips painted, and posture proud. Outside, a line had already begun to form.     Alissa stood on the upper balcony, sipping black coffee as she observed the scene below.     “Word travels fast,” she murmured.     Rophine stood beside her, tablet in hand. “The job announcement you ordered was posted online and broadcasted on three radio stations. We’ve received over two hundred digital applications. Thirty walk-ins are downstairs already.”

    Chapter Thirty: Is he your boyfriend?     Within minutes, Alissa arrived—dressed in a crisp grey blazer and high-waisted slacks, her hair tied in a messy bun. The makeup had been washed off her face, leaving her skin bare and glowing, with a natural blush from the cold night air. Her beauty was quiet, unintentional, almost innocent.     Asher sat silently in the driver’s seat, his sharp eyes scanning the suite ahead. His voice was flat, lacking emotion as he remarked,     “Your ex-husband seems to have taste.”     Alissa could hear the quiet irritation in his tone. He was upset—understandably so. He had invited her to dinner at his place, had gone all out cooking a meal, only for her to lose her appetite the moment she learned that Martin was in critical condition.     She hadn’t k