Semua Bab Married To His Billionaire Boss: Bab 51 - Bab 60

Levi's POVI watched from a distance as Nova stepped into the cab, the door shutting with a dull, final thud. She didn't glance back. Not once. Her spine was straight, shoulders squared—the posture she wore like armor when she needed to prove something to herself.Jace did look back, though.The bastard stood there like a statue, briefcase clutched in his white-knuckled grip, face drawn tight with something that looked too much like longing. Watching her leave like he had a right to miss her. Like he had a claim to the empty space she left behind.My jaw clenched so hard it sent a sharp ache along my temple, radiating down my neck. I hadn't realized I'd moved closer to the glass, my reflection faint in the office lobby's tall windows. Night had fallen hours ago, blurring the world outside into a hypnotic stream of streetlights and dark shapes.I told myself to move. To stop giving him space in my head. To walk away like she had. But something in me resisted, rooted to the spot.The

Nova's POVBefore noon came, the quiet calm of the morning had entirely dissipated, replaced by an escalating level of tension that increasingly clutched at my chest with every second.Levi had remained quiet not in that icy, detached manner but that laser-like, calculating approach I was picking up was his kind of armour. He had barely spoken since the text messages, just kissed my temple and retreated into the home office to place some calls. Or maybe he simply had to take a couple of deep breaths in solitude before stepping into whatever ambush his grandfather had set for him.I dressed in a dress that struck a balance between poised and untouchable. Black, silky smooth silk clung to my curves without broadcasting them. I had on a simple gold chain necklace Levi had given me two weeks earlier. It was not about impressing Ronald Adams it was about protecting myself. Like a coat of war paint, I could not go into battle without it.While I was getting ready, I studied my face. The

Nova’s POVThere was something comforting about routine.The office smelled of fresh-brewed coffee and paper, a scent I was learning to associate with comfort rather than chaos. My heels clicked softly against the floor as I walked through the corridors, nodding politely at the receptionist, and trading smiles with some of the interns who still looked slightly intimidated by me.“Good morning, Mrs Adams,” one of them chirped.I paused for half a second, just enough to register the name. I wasn’t used to hearing it so freely from people who hadn’t known me before—who hadn’t seen the ruins I came from. But now it was sewn into their vocabulary like it belonged.“Morning, Sophie,” I replied warmly. “And just Nova is fine.”She blushed a little and nodded before hurrying off.After a brief check-in with my assistant and a ten-minute sync-up meeting with the junior marketing team (who were eager, if a bit clumsy with their projections), I returned to my office, half-distracted by thoughts

Nova's POV By the time the restroom door was shut behind the last gossiper, I still hadn't moved. I remained perched on the toilet seat, arms folded tightly over my chest, chin trembling though I wasn’t crying. I was past crying. What I felt now went deeper than sadness—it was awareness, a grim sense that the world I’d stepped into wasn’t just demanding, it was ruthless. It didn’t care that I had fought tooth and nail to get here. To them, I was still disposable. An outsider. A gold digger. It was something I was trying to avoid being called. And now Naomi was threatening to destroy it all. I forced myself to take long, steady breaths. Still, I hadn’t decided yet. Should I just tell Levi the truth myself? About Jace? About the past that I had tried so hard to leave behind? Or should I fight fire with fire and start digging into Naomi's skeleton-laced closet? It was tempting. She had to have her secrets. Everyone did. But that was a decision for later. Right now,

Nova's POVThe laughter from Max's bar still lingered in my memory as Levi and I rode home, but it couldn't quite smother the weight pressing against my chest. It was a strange thing, to smile while slowly drowning in your own mind. The night air passing through the cracked window felt too thin, like I could not quite fill my lungs properly no matter how deeply I breathed.Levi sat down beside me, one hand was on the wheel, and the other one was occasionally touching mine like he could not help himself. I soaked in his warmth, needing it more than I could admit it. The streetlights cast rhythmic shadows across his face.Naomi's words still echoed inside my head, sharp like shattered glass. "Someone needs to tell him. He needs to know that his wife is a liar." Each syllable had been carefully crafted, meant to slice through my carefully constructed composure. And they had.And then the bathroom gossip, the bitter voices cloaked in giggles and cheap perfume. They did not see me in t