Semua Bab After Divorce, I became the CEO of my Ex-Husband's Company : Bab 171 - Bab 180

Sophia’s POVI stood in the doorway long after Alex drove off, arms still folded, body tense, and heart aching. The rumble of the car faded into the distance, leaving only the patter of rain and the hollow silence of our home.He didn’t trust me.Or worse—he thought I was too blinded to see the truth. That I couldn’t tell when Nathan was manipulating me.But I wasn’t the same woman I used to be. Not the one who flinched at confrontation or who let men in suits dictate the course of her life. I had changed, survived, fought and I was still fighting, even if Alex couldn’t see it yet.I turned away from the door, walking back inside, my footsteps echoing through the house like accusations. My fingers curled tighter around the flash drive, as if holding it tightly might keep the truth from slipping away. I sat down at the dining table, staring at it likewas a ticking bomb.Because maybe it was.My laptop was already open from earlier. I slid the drive in again and brought up the files, s

Alex povI stood frozen in Nathan’s office, the silence around me louder than his last smug words. My hands trembled, not with fear—but fury and beneath that rage, something colder lurked.Doubt.He got to me. That bastard knew exactly which buttons to press. He’d said just enough to plant a question I didn’t want to ask myself.What if he wasn’t lying?I turned toward the desk, the glass surface still vibrating faintly from where I’d slammed it. The scent of cheap perfume still lingered in the air—his idea of professionalism, apparently. I didn’t come here for answers, I came to make a statement, to draw a line but Nathan… Nathan played his games with a surgeon’s precision and the most dangerous thing about him wasn’t his lies.It was the truth he buried underneath them.I left the office without another word. My footsteps echoed through the empty hallway. Every step I took away from the smug son of a bitch left a piece of my certainty behind.By the time I reached the car, my phone

Nathan’s PovThe intercom crackled again as if the receptionist needed to remind me of the threat waiting downstairs, “Sir? Detective Hale insists it won’t take long.”Of course he does. Cops never show up to “talk” unless they’re already half-convinced you’re guilty of something.I pinched the bridge of my nose, exhaled slowly, and stood up. The skyline mocked me now, no longer shimmering with promise. Just noise, mess, and consequence.“Send him up,” I said finally.I had nothing to hide. Not officially, anyway.I clicked out of the encrypted file and closed the laptop as Hale’s footsteps echoed down the corridor. The man was punctual, I’d give him that. A precise storm, always in a tailored coat too dark for daylight and eyes that catalogued every damn thing.He entered my office like he owned it, uninvited and unimpressed. His badge flashed briefly from his coat pocket, not that I needed it. His presence alone was proof enough that the walls were closing in.“Nathan,” he greeted c

Sophia’s pov The month had passed since I had an encounter with Nathan. Alex said we need a break from all the madness. We needed to take it slow, especially with my second child on the way. I was still very afraid, I did not want the child to be Nathan’s and I also knew Alex felt the same way but he tries to hide it in a more subtle way. I know he would love the child like his, like he does to Lina. Lina is excited about having a sibling and with all the back and forth, we were not able to ask for the sex of the child. Alex and I had decided to live it up to faith. The child was coming in a few weeks time and everything was being done to make sure we were prepared. The baby’s room was decorated with neutral color, clothes bought and everything was neutral—nude. “Janet, how long is the crib coming together?” I asked as I saw the empty space. “Hmm, ma, the crib is not yet here, ma.”“what? How? I paid for that crib for a while now.” I said to her, shocked about the delay. “I call

Sophia’s POVI woke the next morning before the sun had fully risen, stirred by the faint movement of the baby pressing against my ribs. The house was still—no birds yet, no traffic, just the faint creak of the floorboards beneath me as I made my way to the kitchen. I didn’t bother turning on any lights. The early dawn gave just enough glow to see by, and I liked it this way—muted, calm, suspended in something soft and in-between.I made tea quietly, careful not to wake Alex or Lina. Even though we’d all gone to bed early the night before, my body didn’t know how to stay still for long anymore. I found myself craving peace more than sleep.The kettle whistled gently. I poured the hot water over the chamomile and let it steep, wrapping my hands around the mug as I stepped outside onto the back porch. The early morning air was crisp and smelled faintly of dew and jasmine. I sat in the same porch swing Lina and I had curled up on yesterday, watching the first strands of light filter thro