Lahat ng Kabanata ng After Divorce, I became the CEO of my Ex-Husband's Company : Kabanata 201 - Kabanata 210

Sophia’s POVThe road stretched out like a vein through the wilderness, cracked and narrow, barely more than a forgotten scar on the map. Trees leaned in close, branches slick with rain and heavy with secrets. The storm had moved on, but the air still held its charge, like it hadn’t quite decided whether to start again.Alex drove with one hand, the other resting uselessly in the sling. His jaw was tight, eyes scanning the road, muscles taut even as silence filled the car. But it wasn’t the silence of tension—it was the silence of understanding. We didn’t need to speak. Not yet. Not after what had passed between us in the clearing.I rolled the window down a few inches. The scent of wet earth filled the space between us, sharp and real. Every breath I took felt like a rebellion, a reminder that we were still here, still moving forward.“Carson Ridge is another twenty miles,” Alex said. “We’ll need to move fast once we’re there.”“I know.”He glanced at me. “You think she’ll actually h

Alex’s POVThe silence didn’t feel like mercy. It felt like bait.We ducked into the underbrush, the ATV humming low as it coasted to a stop beneath the shadow of gnarled trees. My pulse throbbed in my ears. Sophia held still, her fingers still curled around the wheel like she hadn’t yet convinced herself we were out of range.“Are we clear?” I asked, my voice low.She didn’t answer immediately. Her eyes swept the forest, scanning for movement, for drones, for heat signatures. Then, finally, she gave a short nod.“For now.”I exhaled and leaned back, pain radiating from my shoulder like fire licking bone. My shirt was damp with sweat despite the chill, and the sling cut into my skin with every jolt from the ATV. But I wasn’t about to complain. We’d gotten the data.More than that—we’d survived.Sophia pulled the drive from her jacket and turned it over in her hand, thumb brushing over the metal casing like it was sacred. Maybe it was. Proof of what Damian had done. Names, faces, evide

Sophia’s POVThe storm came back like a memory—soft at first, then insistent. Rain tapped against the windshield as we wound through the back roads, veering off highways and into places so forgotten even satellites stopped trying to track them.Alex sat beside me, his head tilted against the window, one hand resting on the rifle across his lap. His breathing was even, but I knew he wasn’t asleep. He hadn’t really slept since we left Site Nine, neither had I.The drive was long, too long, but necessary. Every mile we put between us and that scorched facility was one more Damian would have to claw back if he wanted to find us.We were ghosts now.The safe house was a cabin tucked into the base of a wooded ridge, shielded by elevation and natural overgrowth. Lena’s people had stocked it with essentials—non-perishables, burner tech, fake IDs, first aid. I parked the truck behind the garage, hidden from aerial view, and killed the engine.The silence afterward was jarring.Alex winced as h

Sophia’s POVThe rain hadn’t stopped in hours.It beat against the windshield in frantic rhythms, blurring the landscape beyond the cracked glass. Trees whipped past us like shadows—indistinct, half-real. I didn’t blink, didn’t breathe. Just kept my eyes fixed on the horizon as if something out there could promise salvation.But there was no salvation left, only fallout.Beside me, Lena sat curled into herself, clutching the worn duffle bag like it held her life inside. Maybe it did. I hadn’t checked what she packed when I told her to move. Just gave her two minutes and a destination. We didn’t have time for long explanations or goodbyes.None of us did.The Verona relay tower was behind us now, miles back and no longer useful. I’d uploaded everything. Every file, every note, every classified nightmare buried beneath Site Nine’s foundation. Then I watched as the world began to unravel from the inside out.I didn’t feel triumphant.I felt… hollow.“You’re shaking,” Lena said quietly, h

Sophia’s POVI didn’t expect the knock on the door.It was soft, deliberate—three short taps followed by silence, not the kind of knock that announced strangers or threats. No, this was a message. A signal. My hand was already on the gun beneath the table before I moved. Lena looked up from the screen, eyes instantly alert.“Stay here,” I said, voice low.She didn’t argue. She’d grown used to my caution, my paranoia—no, not paranoia, survival.I crept to the door, keeping my back against the wall as I checked the monitor. One figure stood just outside the hall camera’s reach, his silhouette leaning slightly against the wall like he’d been there a while but I knew that posture, knew the broad shoulders, the way he favored his left leg when tired.I unlocked the door slowly, and when it opened, I forgot how to breathe.Alex.His eyes met mine—dark and tired, but alive, really alive.For a second, neither of us moved. Then he exhaled a shaky breath and stepped forward. I didn’t resist wh