All Chapters of After Divorce, I became the CEO of my Ex-Husband's Company : Chapter 271 - Chapter 280

Sophia's POVThe hospital hallway was silent except for the rhythmic beeping of the machines inside Elijah's room. I sat curled in the corner chair, my arms folded around my knees. The scent of antiseptic clung to my skin, and even though I hadn’t slept all night, my mind refused to shut off.I watched him through the glass window. He looked peaceful—too peaceful. It was the kind of peace that didn’t belong in a place where life and death hung in balance. I swallowed hard.I thought I had cried all the tears I had left, but every time I saw him like this, hooked up to monitors, barely breathing on his own, my heart cracked open again."Mrs. Lancaster," a nurse said softly behind me. "You should rest."I shook my head. “I’m okay. I’ll rest when he wakes up.”The nurse gave me a sympathetic smile before walking away, her shoes clicking softly against the tiled floor.My fingers trembled as I reached into my bag and pulled out Elijah’s wedding ring. I had taken it from his hand when the

Sophia’s POVThe Weight of ForgivenessI stared out the window of the guest bedroom, watching as the raindrops raced each other down the glass. The mansion was eerily quiet, and despite the warmth of the room, I felt cold—numb, almost.Everything had changed.Roman’s confession last night still rang in my ears. The pain in his voice, the weight of his regret—it had shaken something in me. I had expected rage or denial from him. But he didn’t fight. He didn’t make excuses. He just… confessed.He told me the truth about everything.The setup. The lies. The manipulation.He had wanted to destroy me in the beginning. And he had succeeded in ways he didn’t even realize. But then, somewhere along the line, he had fallen for me—and I had fallen for him too.A bitter laugh escaped me. Love. What a cruel trick.I wrapped the blanket tighter around myself and stepped away from the window, pacing the floor. My mind raced with memories. Roman holding me after a nightmare. Roman protecting me fro

Sophia stood quietly at the window of Roman’s study, her arms crossed and her gaze fixed on the glowing horizon. The city below buzzed with life, but inside the estate, everything felt still — as if time itself was holding its breath. Roman had been out for hours. He hadn’t told her where he was going, and she hadn’t asked. She was trying to respect his space… but her heart was heavy with uncertainty.She pressed her palm to the glass, watching the shadows lengthen. So much had changed — between her and Roman, between her and herself. She wasn’t the same woman who had walked into this mansion as a housekeeper. She had fallen for a man who had once paid her for her body, a man whose son now called her "Mom."It was all so twisted, and yet, it felt painfully real.A soft knock on the door broke the silence.Sophia turned. “Come in.”Lena stepped in, her face drawn. “He’s back.”Sophia's heart leapt, but Lena’s expression halted her before she could say anything.“There’s something you s

The clock ticked loudly in the vast silence of the study, each second dragging tension further into the room. Roman leaned against the edge of his desk, arms crossed, his eyes locked on the man sitting in front of him—Lucas Salvatore. The once-proud man was now a shell of his former self, his carefully curated arrogance cracking under the weight of the truth."You said you had a proposal," Roman said flatly, his tone as cold as the winter wind slamming against the windows.Lucas straightened in his seat, swallowing hard. "I came here not just to clear my name—but to offer you something in return."Roman arched a brow, clearly unimpressed. "And what could you possibly have that I want?"Lucas looked over his shoulder, almost as if to check whether someone was eavesdropping, then leaned forward. “Information. About the people who wanted to see you ruined. The ones who pushed Sophia into running away. The ones who orchestrated the media scandal.”Roman didn’t flinch, but something in his

(Sophia’s POV)The wind howled outside the villa, rustling the trees as raindrops pelted the windowpane. I stood in the kitchen, watching the storm rage through the glass while my tea steamed silently on the marble counter.Everything inside the villa was warm, quiet, and safe—yet inside me, a different kind of storm brewed. I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was coming. Something inevitable.I took a small sip of tea and stared down at my phone lying on the counter. No calls. No messages.Roman had left hours ago for a meeting with the board. He hadn’t said much before leaving, only kissed my forehead and told me not to worry. That had been enough to make me worry even more.My fingers tapped nervously against the ceramic mug. So much had happened in the past few months—pain, betrayal, revelations. And yet, here I was, still trying to believe that peace was possible.But peace didn't last in my world.Not when there were still questions unanswered.Not when secrets hovered i