Lahat ng Kabanata ng After Divorce, I became the CEO of my Ex-Husband's Company : Kabanata 211 - Kabanata 220

Alex’s POVThe cabin felt too quiet after they left.It wasn’t the silence itself—I’d lived through worse—but the kind of silence that settles like ash after a fire. Every footstep echoed louder. Every creak in the floorboards made me pause. I kept expecting to hear Sophia’s voice from the kitchen or the low hum of Lena’s keyboard tapping from the corner table. But there was only the wind, and the river beyond it.Lina and Liana filled the space as best they could.Lina still drew every morning, sometimes with more intensity than usual, like she was trying to sketch her mother’s return into existence. Liana followed me everywhere, climbing into my lap when I worked on the generator, holding my hand when I checked the perimeter traps. She didn’t say much, but she watched everything.They were survivors, like their mother. Brave. Resilient. And far too aware of the world’s sharp edges.I tried not to let it show, but every hour that passed without a signal from Sophia twisted something

Sophia’s POVI didn’t move.I couldn’t.Every muscle in my body screamed in protest, but none louder than the sound inside my head—Damian’s voice echoing like a siren through bone.“We were wondering when you'd arrive.”He stepped closer, his boots making no sound on the concrete floor. The shadows seemed to bend around him like they knew better than to defy his presence. His hands were gloved, his suit pristine despite the carnage around us, as if he’d strolled into a graveyard and decided it was just another boardroom.“Still stubborn,” he murmured, crouching beside me. “Still bleeding for ghosts.”My hand twitches toward my side holster, but he caught the motion before I could blink and with effortless precision, he snatched the gun, disassembled it, and tossed the pieces behind him.“You always were predictable.”“I could say the same about you,” I rasped. My voice was raw. “Still monologuing like a cliché.”He laughed, a quiet, controlled sound that didn’t reach his eyes. “Sophia

Sophia’s POVThe night didn’t sleep, and neither did I.Even as Alex wrapped an arm around me in that cold steel shelter, even as his heartbeat thudded steady against my cheek, my mind refused to rest. Every creak of the wind outside sounded like a footstep. Every shadow on the walls looked like a ghost from Site Eleven. I kept seeing Nyx's eyes—the way they opened like she was waking from a nightmare she hadn’t finished dreaming.And I couldn’t shake the feeling that she had looked through me—not just at me.Alex dozed off eventually, his breaths growing slow and heavy. I slipped out from under his arm and sat by the mirror. My reflection looked worse than I felt. Blackened bruises laced my ribcage. Blood still crusted the corner of my lip. But the real damage wasn’t skin-deep.I’d seen Damian alive.He was supposed to be dead.He was supposed to be buried along with everything we destroyed after the divorce—the company, the assets, the programs. We burned it all to the ground.Appar

Alex’s POV“They’re not coming to take me. They’re coming to erase me.”Liana’s voice was calm—too calm.Sophia turned in her seat so fast the belt snapped against her chest. “What do you mean erase you? Liana, what’s Protocol Zero?”But our daughter didn’t respond. She just stared ahead, her small hands clenched in her lap, her eyes locked on something far beyond the trees. Like she wasn’t just hearing something—we couldn’t. She was receiving it.And that scared me more than the black convoy now racing down the hill behind us.“They’re four minutes out,” Lena said from the other Jeep over comms. “Too many to fight. Too close to run.”I slammed my foot on the accelerator, tires screaming through loose gravel as the Jeep swerved between boulders. The trail narrowed, and I almost missed the sharp curve around the ravine. Almost.“We need to split up,” Marcus said from the second vehicle. “We’ll take the left fork. You keep straight toward the canyon pass. It’s tighter, but it’ll cut the

Sophia’s POVShe looked just like her.Liana stood behind me, heart pounding against my spine, but it was the woman in front of us that stole all the air from the room.Same cheekbones. Same tilted jawline. Even her eyes held that impossible storm-gray hue—but older. Sharper. Like she’d grown up without ever being told how to smile.“I’m Subject Four,” she repeated. Her voice didn’t shake. “They call me Lira now.”Alex’s hand shot to his holster, but I caught his wrist.“No,” I breathed. “She didn’t come here to kill us.”Lira stepped forward slowly, her hands up. “If I wanted you dead, I wouldn’t have waited for a door.”Fair point.But it didn’t stop the cold sinking into my gut.“You knew about her?” I asked Alex quietly.He shook his head. “No. But Damian did.”Lira glanced at Damian, still sprawled on the ground, groaning where Alex left him. “He’s not dead. Disappointing.”“Who are you really?” I asked, turning toward her.Her expression didn’t change. “I’m what came next. After