Lahat ng Kabanata ng Chasing His Ex-wife Back : Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

(Vanessa’s POV)I stood at the edge of the rooftop garden, the breeze tugging softly at my hair as I held the phone to my ear. Below, the city hummed with life, cars weaving through streets, voices rising from open windows, but I barely noticed. The sun was beginning its descent, spilling golden light across the skyline like molten glass. Everything shimmered with beauty, but none of it reached me."Yes… thank you for sticking to the deal," I said, my voice calm and even. "They’ll be released this evening. You kept your end of the bargain, and so will I."A brief silence lingered on the other end, heavy and deliberate, before the line clicked off. Just like that.I lowered my hand, slipped the phone into my coat pocket, and stood still, letting the quiet wash over me. My gaze remained fixed on the horizon, but I wasn’t seeing any of it. The release wasn’t an act of mercy. It wasn’t forgiveness. It was simply the end of a transaction. Closure, not compassion. I didn’t need leverage ove

(Sabatine’s POV)Chicago.The city pulsed with energy, cars honking, people moving in fast, purposeful strides, sirens crying in the distance, but inside me, there was nothing but hollow quiet.I had flown in earlier that morning, eyes bleary and body running on nerves and too much coffee. This trip wasn’t a choice, it was survival. My company was flailing, bleeding at the seams, and this meeting… it might be my last shot at saving it.Everything rode on one man. Stanley Woods.He was a giant in the business world, with a reputation built on fear, brilliance, and ruthless precision. If I could win him over, secure even a fraction of his influence, I might just pull us back from the edge.My assistant had set it all up, weeks of back and forth, confirmations, reminders. I’d rehearsed my pitch until I could deliver it in my sleep. I’d revised the slides, tweaked the figures, and polished the projections. Every word, every visual, tailored to him.And now, I was here. Standing in the sle

– Sabatine’s POVIt’s been two days since I returned from Chicago.Two long, strangely fulfilling days.For the first time since Evelyn walked out of my life, the fog that clouded my mind was beginning to lift, because finally, I had something. A thread. A trail. Concrete updates about her whereabouts.Every morning, like clockwork, my phone buzzed with details, what she did, where she went, who she spoke to. I knew the streets she walked on. The café she now preferred. Even the time she took her children to school.Her children.I couldn’t stop myself from reading those updates over and over, imprinting them into my brain. It was ridiculous, maybe even borderline obsessive, but I wanted more. I craved it. If I could plant surveillance cameras around her entire neighborhood without getting arrested, I probably would have done it already.Because just the thought of catching a glimpse of her, watching her move through her day, brushing her daughter’s hair or holding her son’s hand, it

Sebastian’s POVThe air in the hospital room felt heavier today.Not because of the beeping machines or the sterile scent of antiseptic clinging to the white walls. No. This weight was personal. Deep. A slow, choking pressure that seemed to press down on my lungs every time I tried to breathe.Maybe it was my own chest, tight with thoughts I couldn’t voice.Or maybe it was the silence Vanessa left behind, thick with venom and disappointment.Or maybe…Maybe it was the thought of Evelyn The memory of her haunted me worse than the paralysis. Her voice, her laughter, the way she used to look at me, before it all went to hell. Before I threw everything away.I couldn’t move. Couldn’t speak. Couldn’t scream.But I could think.And God, the thoughts wouldn’t stop. They kept folding in on themselves, multiplying like poison in a wound. Memories, regrets, questions I couldn’t ask and confessions I’d never get the chance to say.I closed my eyes, trying to shut it all out.But the door creake

Evelyn povThe gold-plated nameplate gleamed on the office door.EVELYN WOODS – CEOI stood in front of it longer than I meant to, staring like it might blink first. It didn’t.It was real.This was real.I pushed the door open.Same office—but everything felt different. The air was new. The walls smelled faintly of fresh paint, and the carpet beneath my heels whispered wealth with every step. Even the chair—the high-backed executive one I handpicked months ago—still held the scent of expensive leather.I’d arrivedThis was how I celebrated my wins: quietly. Without confetti. Without applause. Just the silence of a room I built with blood and grit.I should’ve felt something.Joy. Relief. Closure.But all I felt was… stillness.mBehind me, Liam nearly skipped into the room, the grin on his face wide enough to touch both ears. In his hands, a chilled bottle of wine sparkled like a trophy, droplets slipping down the glass.“Can you believe it, Ma Evelyn?” he beamed. “We’re here! We actu