All Chapters of Chasing back my ex-wife: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Kiara's pov “Kiara?”I blinked.The room came back into focus slowly—the long glass table, the projector screen, the expectant faces turned toward me.“Sorry?” I said, sitting up straighter.Mr. Walter frowned slightly. “I asked what you think about the revised layout for the Westbridge project.”“Oh—right,” I said quickly, flipping through the pages in front of me like I hadn’t just completely zoned out. My eyes scanned the design.“It’s… it's good,” I started, then paused, forcing myself to actually focus. “But it lacks personality.”That got their attention.Mr. Walter leaned back slightly. “Go on.”I pointed at the layout.“It feels like something we’ve already done before,” I said. “There’s no identity. No statement piece. If we want this project to stand out, we need something bold. Something that makes people walk in and remember it.”Silence.Then a slow nod. “I agree,” he said. “What do you suggest?”I opened my mouth,then stopped. Because for a split second, my mind drifted

Miriam’s povI sat on the couch, scrolling lazily through my phone, half-interested in whatever nonsense filled my screen. Random social media videos, people living their fake perfect lives.I scoffed under my breath. Fake life here and there.I shifted slightly, stretching my legs across the couch, trying to ignore the faint uneasiness sitting in my chest.It had been a few days of no calls, no pressure, no threats. It seems everything has gone back to normal.But I wasn’t going to think about that too much. I have money now. More than enough to keep me comfortable for a while. That was what mattered. Right?My finger paused mid-scroll. A familiar name that popped up got my attention.My brows furrowed slightly. Wait, is that Mark? I clicked on it without thinking.The post loaded and for a second, I didn’t understand what I was looking at. Everywhere went blur.It was a picture of a setting that screamed luxury. Right in the center was Mark, and standing beside was a woman I also re

Kiara’s povI stood outside Leo’s office for a few seconds before going in.Through the glass, I could see him sitting behind his desk, completely still. One hand rested against his forehead while the other held his phone loosely.But it was the devastating look on his face that made my chest tighten.My fingers tightened slightly around the handle before I finally pushed the door open and stepped inside quietly.“Leo?”He didn’t answer immediately.His eyes lifted slowly to mine, and the look there made my stomach twist again.“What happened?” I asked softly as I closed the door behind me.For a second, he just stared at me like he didn’t even know where to begin.Then he leaned back slowly in his chair and let out a dry, exhausted laugh.“We were right,” he said finally.My brows pulled together immediately.“Right about what?”He looked away briefly before looking back at me again.“It’s Mark.”Silence.The words settled heavily between us.“What?” I whispered.He nodded once, his

Miriam’s povThe line went dead after Susan ended the call.I slowly lowered the phone from my ear, staring at the blank screen for a few seconds before tossing it onto the couch beside me.Heavy silence filled the apartment again.I leaned back against the couch cushions and shut my eyes briefly, exhaling through my nose.“Thinking about Leo isn’t even my problem right now,” I muttered to myself.Atleast not yet.Right now, there was something else eating me up, which is Mark and his stupid engagement post.My chest tightened again at the thought of it.“No,” I whispered, shaking my head slightly. “Something about it doesn’t make sense. Maybe it was fake.”I needed to hear his voice. I needed him to explain it himself. Because no matter how angry I was, a part of me still refused to believe Mark would really do something like this.I picked up my phone again and click his contact, stared at it a little while, before dialing it The line rang three times and went to voicemail. I frown

Miriam’s povI tried calling Mark again after few days and the call connected on the fourth try.I froze completely, staring at the phone pressed against my ear as silence stretched between us.Then he finally said something. “Hello Miriam.”My chest tightened instantly.Like he hadn’t disappeared for days. Like he hadn’t humiliated me publicly with an engagement post that made me look like a complete fool.“Mark?” I breathed.A quiet sigh came from the other end.“You’ve been calling too much.”Too much? I let out a sharp laugh, pushing myself off the couch immediately.“Too much?” I repeated. “Are you serious right now?”“You’re being emotional,” he said flatly. “That’s exactly why I avoided this conversation.”My grip tightened around the phone.“Avoided?” I snapped. “You vanished!”“I relocated.”The calmness in his voice made something inside me burn.“You relocated,” I repeated slowly, like the words tasted bitter in my mouth. “Without saying a word to me?”“You’re saying that l