All Chapters of AFTER BETRAYAL, I RETURNED WITH CUTE BABIES : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Lyon's POV I returned home, after a stressful day at work. I could swear, today is one of the worst days I've had all my life. After everything, my sacrifices, my dedication, my time and sweat I poured in to make his company, the talk of the town, he couldn't even look me in the eyes when he demoted me.That is one thing, with having to work under anyone but my boss was a good man before Chloe entered his life, he always call me up for any suggestions, or emergencies. But today, all those times, where I portray myself as the boss has come to an end. My ex wife is now my boss, does that even make sense, telling me to obey her instructions?Chloe might think she's winning, but she's just don't know, I'm keeping quiet because of my love for her, sooner or later, she will have no choice than to be with me.I walked up to my wine bar and took some shots of Martel and exhaled at the sofar. I was really stressed out today and judging from the look of the way I dose off immediately, without

SHERRY'S POV I stepped into the house and shut the door quietly, not because I cared about waking Lyon — no — but because I couldn’t stomach his voice tonight. The memory of his groans from last night still echoed in my head, and not the kind that made a woman blush. No, it was the sound of a grown man whining after knocking his skull against the frame like a clumsy idiot. I hadn't meant for it to go wrong. I was trying to spice things up, tease him a little — maybe even get him to feel like a man again. But the moment I pushed him backward, all playful and sultry, he’d lost his footing and slammed the back of his head into the wooden headboard. Blood. So much blood for something so stupid. He’d hissed and cursed, holding a towel to the wound while I stood there in my lace, completely over it. I didn’t even apologize. Instead, I’d watched him stagger into the bathroom and deal with the bleeding himself. Pathetic. Rather than sulking up with him, I have a better route to ease mysel

LYON'S POVI walked into the company like I still owned the place.People nodded as I passed — out of habit, or maybe pity. Either way, it pissed me off. I didn’t need their fake respect. I needed what was mine.My title.My power.My pride.I adjusted the cuffs of my shirt and entered the executive wing. The receptionist smiled too widely. "Good morning, Deputy MD Lyon." She uttered plainly.I bit back the urge to correct her. MD, not Deputy. I’d worn that title like a second skin for years. Now, it felt like a name badge slapped onto a corpse.I stopped at the glass wall that used to frame my office. Her office now.Chloe was inside, seated behind the same desk I once dominated from. She looked so… natural. As if the space was made for her. Her fingers moved gracefully across the screen, pausing to speak to her assistant with calm authority.No hesitation. No nerves.She was already commanding the room.My chest tightened.She looked up — just briefly. Our eyes met. Cold. Measured.S

Chloe’s POV *The Next Day*The sun had not fully broken through the clouds when I stepped out of the car and into the building. The air was still very cool and quiet — the calm before whatever storm was brewing underneath this company’s surface. I could barely sleep. The note that was left on my desk yesterday haunted me all night. Who wrote it? Was it a threat? A warning? Or maybe, both?Still, I dressed sharply than yesterday. Stronger silhouette, darker tones. Power wasn’t just about numbers and confidence — it was about presence. And I was going to make mine undeniable.The elevator doors slid open. Lyon was already waiting by my office, his back resting on the wall. His arms were crossed, again. That was quickly becoming his favorite posture."Morning..." I said smoothly, unlocking the door. I don't think I'm in the mood to play word games with him today."You always arrive this early?" He asked with a sarcastic smile, straightening his posture.I turned to face him. "You

LYON'S POVI should’ve looked away. Hell, I wanted to look away.But there I was, half-hidden behind a rack of novels, clutching a stale cup of coffee and watching two kids roam the bookstore like they owned the place.They didn’t notice me. Why would they?The girl — Penny, I think I heard — was a firecracker. All chatter and excitement, bouncing from shelf to shelf like the floor was a hot fireplace. The boy trailed behind, quieter, more grounded. Eyes too sharp for his age as he sound cautiously to his sister.I told myself to mind my business. I really did. But the more I watched them, the harder it became to breathe.That laugh. That damn laugh.It wasn’t just familiar — it echoed. Like it had lived in my memory long before this moment, it sounded like something I've lived with for years.And the boy’s eyes… cold, steady, observant. I don't know why but they were just as similar to my eyes. No. That’s impossible. What am I thinking?They drifted deeper into the store. Penny tugg