Semua Bab After Divorce, My Wife Becomes The Boss Lady : Bab 11 - Bab 20

“Tell me you have signed the contract?” No greeting. No acknowledgment of the fact that I had nearly crashed into him. Just that one question, his eyes boring into mine. My fingers tightened around the folder as I glanced around the hallway. Too many ears. This wasn’t the place for what I had to say. “Can we speak somewhere private?” I asked, keeping my voice steady. Sebastian exhaled slowly, his patience already wearing thin. For a moment, I thought he might refuse. But then, with a tilt of his head, he gestured for me to follow him. I trailed behind him through the corridors. By the time we reached his office, my nerves were wound so tight I could hardly breathe. I didn't know why I always felt this way around him, but there was something about his aura that just made me feel... broken. Aside Jane, Sebastian was the only person I used to spend time with and discuss things that bothered me because my parents didn't give a fuck about me. I do

The room fell into a suffocating silence as all eyes turned to me. Forks hovered mid-air, wine glasses paused at lips, and the gravity of their stares pressed against my soul like a slow-burning fire. Sebastian was the first to break the silence. "Davina?" His voice carried a note of disbelief. His brows knitted together as his gaze darted toward her mother sitting beside him. "What are you doing here?" I swallowed, forcing the lump in my throat down. I don't like reacting like this, but I couldn't help it. I was sweating. Lifting my chin slightly, I met his gaze head-on. "I didn’t realize there was an occasion. I’m just here to pack my things." My voice was steadier than I felt. Dean, one of Sebastian’s longtime friends, leaned back in his chair, a smirk curling at the corner of his lips. "Well, since you're here, you might as well join us. We're celebrating our partnership with Carpel Myles." Before I could even respond, a sharp, synchr

Davina The dim glow of the bar lights flickered over the polished counter, reflecting off half-empty glasses and the swirling haze of cigarette smoke. A low hum of music vibrated through the walls, blending with the murmur of conversation and occasional bursts of laughter. I traced the rim of my glass with my finger, watching the amber liquid slosh against the ice. It had been nearly two weeks since the divorce, and I had successfully severed all ties with Sebastian. No more biting remarks from my mother-in-law, no more suffocating expectations, no more pretending. I should have felt liberated, but the weight in my chest told me otherwise. The memories still clung to me, stubborn shadows that refused to fade. It'd take a while, Jane told me. She had practically shoved me out of her apartment tonight, insisting I needed a distraction. And so, here I was, sitting in a bar I hadn't stepped foot in since before my marriage. The atmosphere was strangely famili

Davina Going back to Campbell Enterprises after vowing to never step foot there again felt like stepping into a past I had tried to bury. I had told myself over and over that I was done, that I had no reason to care anymore. The company was no longer my responsibility. But knowing the business I had once poured my heart into was in danger made it impossible to walk away. That was my biggest achievement and watching it crumble just like? I inhaled deeply, steadying my nerves before pushing through the doors. I walked past the revolving doors, my heels clicking against the floor, and made my way toward the elevators but just as I reached the reception desk, a voice called out sharply. “Excuse me, miss!” I halted mid-step and turned. A woman I didn’t recognize stood behind the reception desk, her brows furrowed in disapproval. She was young, perhaps in her mid-twenties, with perfectly styled blonde hair and an air of self-importance. The nameplate on the desk read A

Davina. If I were asked whether I would stay in the same room as a stranger no matter the situation, I would have blatantly given a negative response a few hours ago. But alas, see me here in a room with a stranger. “Um… you should make yourself comfortable,” Alexander, or whatever he said his name is, said to me and walked from behind me after shutting the door. “Do you think that would be easy to do, now that I am staying in here with someone I had never met in my entire life?” I questioned with an arch of my right brow. “It all depends on you, miss…” he said with a small smile, one that seems gentle and… annoyingly sweet. Before I could even give a reply, he said something else.“I seem to have forgotten your name, it's Davina, right?” He reached down for the suitcase I had dropped close to my feet.“Yes, it is” I replied with a grumpy tone and reached down for the suitcase, placing my hand on it to stop him from lifting it. “And I can take care of my suitcase myself; I will