After Divorce, My Wife Becomes The Boss Lady のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

Davina pov Sitting in the restaurant with my family and my husband's family, I couldn't help but notice one person who had made it her life's mission to make my existence miserable—Courtney, my sister.Courtney had finished her education and had now returned.My husband, Sebastian, and my sister were eating and laughing, discussing things as if it were their first date, while I sat there, feeling like a third wheel—even though it was supposed to be a family dinner. I sat across the table, watching the scene unfold as I gently rubbed my small belly, which held the unborn child I had recently discovered I was carrying. This was supposed to be a family gathering, but as usual, I felt like an outsider. None of them even noticed that I wasn't eating, as they were all too busy listening to whatever it was Courtney was saying to my husband. I watched Sebastian gaze at Courtney with so much longing as she passed him the salad bowl. His first love had returned, and I was left

Davina’s povI sat in the cold, dimly lit cell, replaying the events at the restaurant in my mind. How had it come to this? Ending up in jail was the last thing I ever expected. Why did the woman I once called "Mother" hate me so much? The question burned in my mind as I leaned back against the wall, letting the memories drag me to a time when I was just a child. ---I was in a grand living room, the kind of place you’d see in magazines. My eyes wandered over the ornate furniture and glimmering chandelier, but none of it felt familiar. In truth, nothing did—not the house, not the people, not even myself. All I remembered was waking up in a hospital bed with a man and a woman watching me nervously. Now, here I was in their home, sipping on a juice box the woman had handed me. “Hey, sweetheart,” she said gently, her voice warm but cautious. She watched me as if I might break at any moment. “Hi,” I mumbled, taking another sip. “Do you remember anything? What happened to you?” s

I stood there, my wrist still tingling from Sebastian’s grip, my pulse hammering in my ears. The station buzzed around me, officers moving back and forth, their voices blending into a meaningless hum. I had taken my phone and called Cole's number immediately to come take me away from here. For Jane to trust him, he was the only person I could trust at this moment. I should have felt relief. I was free. But instead, my stomach churned with fury. Sebastian wanted me to sit through that meeting like nothing had happened? Like he hadn’t just thrown our marriage away and humiliated me? Like his family hadn’t tried to bury me? Who the fuck does that? And he even had the effrontery to threaten me? I clenched my fists, "No. He doesn’t get to decide how I walk away from this." I turned toward the exit, and made my way out. The moment I stepped outside, the evening air hit my soul and it felt like I'd been in that cell for decades. A black car was parked a

I woke up to the creaking of the wooden floor, the file Sebastian had dropped on the table last night, I didn't even bother to open it. My body ached, not from exhaustion but from Sebastian’s response to my question last night and to be very honest, I regretted asking. "No, not once." The cruelty in his voice had been sharper than a knife, the way be said it with a straight face and walked out, did I really mean nothing to him? I had spent the entire night staring at the dim ceiling, questioning every moment I had shared with him, every memory I once held dear. How could he have never loved me? Not once? I was there for him when Courtney toyed with his heart, gave him a shoulder to lean on and all that was for nothing? The thought only made my chest tighten with a dull, throbbing ache. I looked up and saw there was already a suit and a platter of food on the table. A quick shower washed away the grime of the night, but not the exhaustion weighing me down. I dr

The soft leather of the sofa pressed against my back as I sat upright, my eyes scanning the document spread across my lap. My fingers absently traced the edges of the crisp paper, a subconscious attempt to anchor myself to the words on the page. Every clause, every stipulation, demanded my full attention, but my mind churned with unease. After leaving the headquarters this morning, I could not go back to the hell hole of a cottage Sebastian had me sleep in last night, so I came straight to Jane's apartment. That was the only place I could stay for now. I could tell Sebastian was very upset when I left the office, and I expected him to call me to give his usual orders but I was ready for him this time. He did not get to order me around like his servant, but fortunately for him, he didn't call me. And I wondered what could be going on in his mind. Jane's footsteps were barely audible against the carpet, but the subtle aroma of freshly brewed coffee announced her prese