บททั้งหมดของ After Divorcing My Ex-husband, I Returned And Shined: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

Audrey Taylor’s pov. Every night, I prayed for his return, but I never imagined he wouldn't recognize me and that he would bring another woman back. I had just managed to lay my tired body from working late at the office. The company was bleeding and I had been doing everything in my power to stop it from collapsing. But my peace was rudely destroyed by loud rapid knocking on my bedroom door. “Madam, you need to come downstairs!” Martha, the maid's voice rang. What was so urgent to disturb my rest before facing the cruel reality in a few hours’ time? I glanced at the alarm clock. “8 AM”? What could be up now? I stumbled out of bed, even though my body cried for rest. “What happened, Martha?” I moaned, pulling my nightwear around me as I opened the door. “It is Ms. Helen. She's arguing with the shareholders in the living room.” The shareholders? Damn. My mother-in-law. My head banged with a terrible headache from the abrupt disturbance. By the time I got to the living room,

Audrey povI stood in the foyer, my luggage by my side, ready to leave the house that no longer felt like mine.As I reached the staircase, Martha rushed toward me.“Ma’am, wait,” she pleaded, her voice trembling. She glanced nervously toward the living room, where Harold and Gina sat. “It has been weeks, and we still haven’t received our wages.”I paused, looking at her with an air of finality. “Your real boss is back. Go to him for your pay. Don't bother me anymore.”Her face fell, disappointment etched in her features. She hesitated, opening her mouth as if to argue.Without another word, she turned and walked over to Harold.I turned back toward the door, gripping the handle, when Harold’s voice stopped me cold.“Audrey,” he snapped, stepping into my path. A stack of papers was in his hand, his face tight with frustration. “Why haven’t you taken care of the wages?”I stared at him, disbelieving. “Me? Harold, you’ve been handling everything since you came back. Shouldn’t you know w

Audrey povWhen I opened the door and saw Michell Garcia standing there, I froze. My brain refused to register what my eyes were seeing. Was I dreaming? The infamous Michell Garcia.Before I could speak, Amelia darted past me, her voice bursting with excitement. “Daddy!” she cried out, throwing herself into his arms. Daddy? Michell’s expression softened for a split second as he caught her. Then his gaze shifted to me, hardening. “Care to explain what’s going on here?” His voice was damn smooth yet made my heart race. Michell’s eyes didn’t leave mine. His jaw tightened as if he expected me to speak. Before I could speak, his assistant, standing just behind him, chimed in. “Sir, we can’t rule out the possibility that she must have abducted Little Miss. But she's not smart enough,” the assistant said.My mouth fell open. “Are you serious? I saved her from being kidnapped.”Michell raised a hand, silencing us both. “Take her to the police,” he said curtly to his bodyguard. “

Michell’s povI heard the raised voices from inside the hotel. At first, I tried to ignore it—nothing new, really. Guests were unpredictable, and emotions flared. But this was different. The sharpness of the tones, the obvious tension, grated on me. I didn’t appreciate noise in my space, especially at this hour. I was on my way to the elevator when the sound hit a peak I couldn’t ignore. I paused, narrowing my eyes. It was coming from outside, in the direction of the entrance. I couldn’t make out the words, but the argument was unmistakable. My footsteps slowed as I approached the door, and that’s when I saw them—Audrey and Mr. Thomas? I didn’t expect to see either of them here. Audrey, I assumed, had already left after our conversation. She had no reason to stay. As for Mr. Thomas, I had no particular interest in what he was doing outside my hotel at this hour, especially not if it involved causing a scene. I stepped outside without a word, taking in the scene with a quick, cal

Audrey’s pov.The hours passed, and I tried to settle into the rhythm of the house. The housekeeper came by shortly after, showing me Amelia’s daily schedule. She went to school every weekday, followed by a few extracurricular activities, and then some quiet time before dinner. It was all neatly written out, and I was meant to follow it exactly.I wasn’t sure what to make of it. Every single detail was planned for Amelia, but it felt like she was being treated more like a project than a child.Still, I pushed my thoughts aside. I wasn’t here to question everything. I was here to help.Around three o'clock, the doorbell rang, and a housekeeper answered it. A few moments later, the sound of footsteps echoed through the hallway, and I turned to see Amelia enter the room.The moment her eyes landed on me, her face lit up.“Audrey!” she exclaimed, her voice filled with excitement. She bounded over to me, her tiny hands pulling at my sleeves as she smiled up at me. “You’re here!”I laughed