Semua Bab After Divorce, I became the CEO of my Ex-Husband's Company : Bab 111 - Bab 120

SophiaI awoke with static in my mouth.Not pain. Not breath. Not even blood.Just. silence.Another type.Not the type that exists after screaming or before rain. The type that is like stepping outside of your body and the universe hasn't blinked. A void where sound is supposed to be. Where memory is supposed to be.And then...His voice.Frantic. Distant. Cutting through numbness like a wire scraping sparks."Sophia."The world came back in pieces.My name.The shake in it.His fingers on my face."Sophia, look at me... hey, stay with me."My eyes bladed open.Not light.Not dark.A blur of both.Shapes, motion, warmth. His face came into focus first. Not the angles. Not the sharpness. Just the eyes.God, those eyes.Blue spat with desperation, edged in terror he no longer bothered concealing. He resembled a man who'd screamed for decades. Who hadn't drawn breath since I fell. I attempted to speak and only produced a rasp.Alex caught it nevertheless."You're okay," he said—to hims

SophiaWe ran.Not like we used to, with fear chewing at our ankles and the past choking our airways... but with purpose.The tunnel went down, curved and ancient, rusted metal arches vaulting overhead like the skeleton of some long-dead giant. The air was colder here. Damp with memory. Each step echoed too loudly, as if we were already dead.But I wasn't dying here.Not again.Alex brushed against my shoulder as we swung around a tight curve, squeezing under a low-slung pipe. The emergency rig puffed behind us, rolling on automatic tracks with pods secured inside. Bellion had calibrated it to my bio-readings, it would follow me anywhere.Good.Because I wasn't going to stop.Not until they were safe.Alex reached forward and slapped the override on the next gate passage, and it buzzed in rage before sliding open. His jaw was clamped shut again. That look he has when something inside of him is breaking and he doesn't want anyone to see it.Too late.I saw it.Each crack. Each falter.

SophiaThe ridge fell away from us as we traveled further into the forest.It was as if I was leaving behind a piece of myself that I had not yet become. A piece that maybe would never have the chance to be if we didn't move quicker, smarter. If we didn't succeed.Alex led us down a ravine lined with moss and fog. Lina sat silently on the rig, her small hands grasping the frame as if she understood the world could break at any second. Maybe she did. Maybe she always had.I had no idea what we were going towards.But I knew what we were leaving behind.Ashes.And maybe that was enough for now.Following another mile, we encountered a narrow path branching off to the left, almost covered by bushes. Alex pulled up, looking at it."I recognize this path," he said. "Bellion told me about an old safehouse out here. Abandoned, off-grid, analog through and through. If it exists in one piece.""It's ours," I finished.He nodded. "We go subterranean. Reconstitute. And call out."I glanced over

SophiaThe cabin felt smaller than it previously had.It wasn't just the walls closing in. It was the weight of his words—"We expose him tomorrow"—and the sound of Nathan on the radio, painting me as a saboteur. Every shadow was more pronounced, every breath harder.I woke up before dawn again, the cold wooden floorboards beneath my feet. Lina was still asleep on the worn rug, curled up in a ball as if she could wish herself away. I walked outside silently. The forest was wet—dew droplets on every leaf, the world trembling with possibility.I clamped my hand across my stomach as a second wave of nausea washed over me. The pregnancy was still a secret that Alex and I shared, and I hated how it seemed to grow with every passing day. Fatigue engulfed me like a blanket that I couldn't shake; my body no longer belonged just to Sophia.I didn't say that fear to Alex yet. I wrapped my arms around myself as wind blew across my shoulders and stared at the mist.A stick snapped behind me. I tur

SophiaWe sat beside the fire hours after it went out.It was now mere embers, burning softly, as silently as the anger I'd yet to shed.Lina was tightly swaddled under Alex's jacket, breathing even but shallowly, as if she listened in her sleep. Alex remained beside her, a guarding hand on the small of her back. He did not talk. He had not said much since Chloe's smile lit the headlines like a spent sun.I could not tell if it was pressure or peace.Either likely.I rested my elbows on the earth, steadying myself as the pre-dawn chill crept across the clearing. Less than twenty-four hours. Less than twenty-four hours since I'd put my sister's destruction in front of every viewer in the country.And already, I could feel the shift.Not victory.Not yet.But momentum.Julian sent word last night—coded, in a phony headline about crop futures. "Shareholder momentum is shifting. Carter board breaks. Keep pressure."I didn't reply.I couldn't.Because while the world was finally seeing Nat