All Chapters of After Divorce, I became the CEO of my Ex-Husband's Company : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Sophia Silence stretches as the board member flips through the pages. Then, one by one, the other board members lean in, murmuring amongst themselves. I can feel the shift, the weight of their attention turning toward me.Finally, Harrison exhales, setting the papers down. “It’s legitimate.”Nathan snatches the file from them, his eyes darting over the text.I watch as realization dawns on his face. His nostrils flare. His knuckles whiten around the pages.“This… this is legitimate,” one of the executives murmurs.A low hum spreads through the room as the men murmur amongst themselves.Nathan slams the file down on the table.His gaze snaps to his secretary, a young man standing nervously by the door, clearly sweating under the pressure.“How could you let this happen?” Nathan snaps. “You were supposed to monitor any major stock purchases!”The poor man flinches. The secretary stammers, his voice faltering. “I—I didn’t—Miss Mitchell’s purchases were made through multiple entities. We

NathanI leave the office earlier than usual, jaw clenched so tight it could crack a damn tooth. I should be in there, working damage control, getting ahead of this mess before it spirals further. But I can’t. Not right now. Because if I have to sit in that building for one more second knowing Sophia is a shareholder—knowing she has access—I might lose it completely. The elevator ride down feels like an eternity. Every second, I replay the meeting in my head. The way Sophia walked in, cool and composed, like she owned the damn room. The way the shareholders looked at her, some with curiosity, others with thinly veiled admiration. And the way she looked at me—like she’d already won. I slam the car door shut as I get in. “Take me home,” I snap at the driver. The city blurs past the window, but I don’t see it. My mind is still in that boardroom, replaying every smug look Sophia threw my way, every pointed glance from the shareholders as they scrutinized me. As if I invited this d

SophiaI step out of Kopee and say goodbye to Alex before we go our separate ways. We had agreed that I would enroll in business school, and I planned to do it as soon as possible. It’s a necessary step if I want to take control of my future.I get into my car and check the time on my dashboard—2:30 PM. The moving company is scheduled to arrive at my house by three and I want to be there before they show up. I sigh, realizing I haven’t eaten anything all day. I place a quick order for pizza to be delivered to my address, hoping to get home before both the delivery guy and the movers.I don’t even get halfway home before my phone rings. I glance at the caller ID. Mom.For a second, I consider ignoring it but guilt presses at me. I already know what this is about—either Chloe or Nathan, maybe both. However, despite everything, she’s still my mother. I pick up.“Hi, Mom.”She doesn’t bother with pleasantries. “Now, why did I get to your apartment and see it cleared out of all your belong

SophiaBy the time I pull up to my apartment, my mood is downright foul. The conversation with my mother still rings in my ears, grating on my nerves. I shouldn’t have picked up the call, but some part of me—maybe out of habit, maybe out of guilt—hadn’t let it go to voicemail.I take a deep breath, gripping the steering wheel for a moment before exhaling and stepping out. I sigh, massaging my temple before stepping out of the car. At least the moving company isn’t here yet—I have a few moments to myself.But the pizza guy is. It's refreshing to see something’s going right.I wave him over, and he jogs up with the box in hand, his bright red cap tilted slightly as he reads my name on the receipt. “Large pepperoni?”“That’s me.” I take the box.“That’ll be $5,” he says, holding out the card machine.I swipe my card and, after a moment of thought, slip him a tip in cash. His face lights up. “Thanks a lot! Have a great day.”I give him a tight-lipped smile and take the box, already antici

NathanWhen I wanted something, I got it. Simple.If it was difficult, I kept trying until I broke through whatever stood in my way. Some called it obsession, but I called it ambition. If you wanted to stay ahead in business, you had to be relentless.And yet, after all my work, after every deal I had secured and every risk I had taken, I still couldn’t figure out how the hell Sophia managed to get twenty-nine percent of my shares.I stared at my computer screen, scrolling through the transactions for the hundredth time. It made no sense. Those shares weren’t just lying around, waiting to be scooped up. And they weren’t cheap. Not in this economy. Not even with my company’s current state.People were pulling out, yes. I could admit that. But twenty-nine percent? That wasn’t just a few nervous investors jumping ship. That was a calculated move. A deliberate shift.And Sophia had pulled it off.I exhaled sharply, my fingers drumming against my desk. She shouldn’t have been able to do th