Lahat ng Kabanata ng Revenge After Rebirth: No Longer Yours, Ex!: Kabanata 121 - Kabanata 130

Julia’s POV“Really?” Isabella’s voice burst through the phone, bubbling with excitement, like she’d just heard the best news ever. “This is good news, Jules! Declan still loves you? Oh my God, that’s amazing!” She paused. “So, do you love him? Come on, spill it!”I opened my mouth, but the words couldn’t come as I stuttered. “I… I don’t…” My voice felt uncertain. My fingers tightened around the phone as I paced the length of my bedroom. “Common, Julia,” Isabella said, her tone softening now, like a friend who knew me better than I wanted to admit. “You can’t deprive yourself of happiness. Not again, you know. You’ve been through too much to keep shutting yourself off like this.” She sighed. “Declan’s not perfect, sure, but the way you talked about that night… it wasn’t just a mistake, was it? There’s something there. You felt it. Don’t lie to me.”I sank onto the edge of my bed. My free hand fidgeted beside me as I tried to find the right words. “Bella, it’s not that simple,” I said

Julia’s POVVictor adjusted. “A collaboration on the Nexus project?” he repeated, leaning back in his chair with a casual ease. “Is that all you need, my dear?”I tilted my head, letting a faint smile play on my lips, keeping my tone light. “Yes. That’s exactly what I need.” My fingers rested lightly on the stem of my wine glass as I held his stare. This was the moment the pivot from his flirtations to the real reason I was here. I wasn’t about to let his charm derail me.He chuckled and swirled the wine in his glass before taking a sip. “Done,” he said. “Tomorrow, I’ll have the documents drawn up for the project. I’ll sign, you’ll sign, and we’ll make this official.” He paused, his eyes narrowing slightly, a playful glint in them. “But what about my other request? Have you given it any thought?”I raised an eyebrow, my smile tightening just a fraction. “You just agreed to the collaboration, I need time to see what you can truly do for me to prove you really want me.”Mr. Victor was t

Alex’s POVMy voice came again, but this time, I didn’t knock. The door to Julia’s room loomed in front of me. My hand hovered over the wood, fingers curling into a fist, whether to knock again but I let it drop. I was done begging for her attention. “Julia,” I called. “I’m heading to the hospital to see Celeste. If you feel like it, why don’t you sneak out while I’m gone? Go meet some other guys like you always used to. Seems like that’s what you’re good at lately.”The words tasted weird and too harsh but I didn’t take them back. I turned on my heel as I stormed down the stairs. The front door slammed behind me as I stepped into the cool night air. My breath puffed out in a cloud, and I shoved my hands into my jacket pockets, heading to my car. Julia could do whatever she wanted. I was done trying to hold onto something that kept slipping through my fingers.The drive to the hospital was a blur of streetlights and the low song of the car radio, some old rock song I didn’t bother to

Julia’s POVThe morning sun filtered through the gauzy curtains of my bedroom. I’d woken early, my body heavy with the weight of last night’s mistakes. The memory of Declan’s tear-streaked face lingered like a bruise as I dragged myself out of bed. My reflection in the mirror was a stranger’s dark circles under my eyes. I splashed cold water on my face, hoping to wash away the guilt, but it clung to me.I dressed carefully, choosing a tailored navy blazer and a white blouse, paired with a pencil skirt that hugged my hips just enough to look professional but not provocative. The Nexus Project meeting was today, and Mr. Victor had personally invited me to join the investors at his sleek downtown office. This was my chance to prove myself, to show I was more than the chaos of my personal life. I slipped on my heels, the sharp click against the floor as I ran a brush through my hair, pulling it into a low, neat bun. A quick swipe of lipstick, nothing too bold and I grabbed my leather port

Julia’s POVThe glass doors of the meeting room loomed ahead. My heels clicked against the marble floor, each step echoing in the cavernous hallway as I approached the boardroom. The pink rose, still clutched in my hand. I shoved it into my portfolio, hoping to bury the memory of Declan’s spectacle in the parking lot. My pulse hadn’t quite settled, but I forced my shoulders back, smoothed my pencil skirt, and pushed open the door.The boardroom was a sleek, modern space, all glass, with a long mahogany table dominating the center. A dozen faces turned toward me as I entered, their expressions a mix of curiosity and professional neutrality. The air conditioning underscored the quiet murmur of voices. At the head of the table stood Mr. Victor, his presence commanding as always, his suit impeccable, the silver cufflinks catching the light as he adjusted his tie. He looked up, and his eyes locked onto mine, a faint smile curving his lips that sent a shiver down my spine, not entirely plea