Semua Bab Chasing by Billionaire: My Ex Wants Me Back: Bab 31 - Bab 40

Angela's POVThe ballroom is bathed in a soft, golden glow, chandeliers casting warm light over the crowd of elegantly dressed guests. The sound of clinking glasses and polite laughter fills the air as I move through the sea of people, offering practiced smiles and handshakes.Tonight is a big night. It’s my father’s first public appearance since his recovery, and all eyes are on him. After everything our company has endured recently, his presence is a signal to the world that we’re still standing. As his daughter, I know I’m being watched too.I adjust the hem of my dress, a sleek navy gown that fits perfectly, and lift my chin higher. Every detail tonight matters, from my confident smile to the grace in my movements. This is my chance to support my father and show that the Hartman family is stronger than ever.“Angela, you look radiant tonight,” a familiar voice says as an old associate approaches, his hand extended.“Thank you,” I reply warmly, shaking his hand. “It’s wonderful to

Lyle's POVHer words hit me like a punch to the gut.The crowd around us faded, the hum of the gala becoming distant and inconsequential. I stood there, unable to move, my mind reeling from what Angela had just said.I don’t understand why I can’t let this go. Why can’t I stop trying to fix something that’s clearly broken beyond repair?The truth in her voice, the raw honesty of her accusations—it wasn’t just painful. It was shattering.She’s right.I’ve spent so much of my life focused on building my company, climbing higher, and chasing success. All the while, I’d neglected the most important person in my life.Angela had stood by me through everything. She had loved me, supported me, and asked for so little in return. I’d given her even less. I hadn’t seen her, really seen her, until now—when it’s too late.The realization cuts deep.I didn’t value her the way I should have, and now I’m paying the price.Even tonight, I’d tried to help her. She’s living who knows where, and I thoug

Angela's POVIt’s taken almost three weeks, but I’m finally starting to feel like I belong at the firm.The initial chaos of adjusting to the fast-paced environment has settled into something manageable. Victoria, my supervisor, is no less demanding, but I’ve come to appreciate her relentless push for excellence. She’s fair, and when she says good job, I know it means something.My colleagues have been welcoming too. Susan often shares tips on drafting airtight contracts, and James, though intimidating at first, has warmed up enough to crack the occasional joke during late-night meetings.I’ve even found myself laughing more—something I hadn’t realized I missed.Work keeps me busy, and I thrive in the busyness. Every day brings a new challenge, a new opportunity to learn and grow. The weight of the past feels lighter, almost like it’s finally behind me.Even better, Lyle hasn’t bothered me. No sudden calls, no unexpected appearances.For the first time in years, I feel… free.Most eve

Angela's POVWhen I step inside on Wednesday, the café is buzzing with life—cups clinking, quiet murmurs of conversation, and the hum of the espresso machine blending into the background. It’s not the kind of place I imagined myself working when I started my career, but the informal setting makes the client feel more at ease. Or so I thought.“I don’t see why this even matters,” the client snaps, his tone sharp enough to turn heads from nearby tables.I take a calming breath, steadying my voice before responding. “Mr. Dawson, understanding this clause is essential to your case. It will—”“I hired you to handle it, not waste my time with explanations,” he interrupts, his disdain cutting through the air like a knife.I press my lips together, suppressing the sting of his words. He’s been rude from the moment he sat down, dismissive of my efforts and unwilling to cooperate.Before I can muster a response, a voice interrupts from behind me—deep, familiar, and unmistakably commanding.“Per

Angela's POVLyle stares at me, frozen, his eyes wide as if my words have finally broken through the shell of his confidence. For a moment, I wonder if he might walk away, but then he speaks.“I thought…” he begins, his voice soft, uncertain. “I thought you were perfect for me. I thought we both knew that. All these years, Angela, haven’t you been thinking the same thing?”His words are like a slap, equal parts laughable and infuriating.I let out a bitter laugh, the sound sharp and humorless. “You really don’t know anything, do you?”He frowns, clearly thrown off by my tone.“Someone might be perfect for you, but that doesn’t matter if they’re unhappy. I don’t exist to be a girlfriend—or even a wife—for you, Lyle,” I continue, my voice rising. “This isn’t about what you need, what you want, or what works for you. It’s about both of us. You’ve never once stopped to think about what I deserve.”I stop myself before the words tumble out, the ones I’ve been holding inside for far too lon