All Chapters of ABANDONED BY MY EX, ACCEPTED HIS BOSS'S PROPOSAL : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Chapter 141 – The NewsThe soft hum of the apartment filled the silence Clara had grown used to. It wasn’t loneliness anymore—it was a sort of cocoon, delicate and necessary. But today, the walls felt tighter, her breath shallower, like the air had thickened around her.She stood in front of the living room mirror, holding the sonogram in both hands. Her fingers trembled slightly as she traced the faint outline of the tiny life inside her. A flutter—there and not there—like the baby was whispering she was no longer alone.She wasn’t sure what she’d expected when she’d asked Alex to come over. Maybe he’d show up angry, tired of trying. Or maybe he wouldn’t show at all. But a part of her—a stubborn, fragile part—hoped he’d come with that quiet determination in his eyes. The one that had always undone her.A knock echoed through the apartment. She froze.He was here.Clara tucked the sonogram into the back pocket of her jeans and walked to the door, heart hammering against her ribs.When

Chapter 143 – Silence and SmokeThe morning after Vincent Maddox's death broke over the city in a haze of soft gold light and a strange, unwelcome quiet. But in Clara’s chest, everything was smoke and static. She hadn’t slept. Not really. Just stared at the ceiling as shadows shifted across her bedroom walls, her mind trapped in an endless loop of Vincent’s last words: “They’re planning something big.”He had warned her, and then he’d died.The news claimed suicide. The body found slumped in a rundown motel room on the edge of town. A bottle of whiskey. A scattered handful of pills. A gun on the floor.Too convenient.Too clean.Clara sat at her kitchen table with a steaming mug of tea that had long gone cold, staring blankly at her phone. No messages. No calls. Just silence.Until Alex called.His name flashed across the screen, pulling her out of the fog like a flare in the dark. Her heart jumped, conflicted. After all the pain, the distance, the lies—he was still the one her heart

Chapter 145 – VanishedThe night had grown thick and silent by the time Mabel arrived at Clara’s apartment.She parked at the curb, glancing at her phone for the fifth time in five minutes. No messages. No calls. Clara hadn’t answered her earlier texts—not even the one Mabel had sent after seeing Alex’s Instagram story, a photo of an empty park bench with a simple caption: “Waiting.”Something in her chest twisted.Clara was never careless. Not anymore. Especially not with the baby.She stepped out of the car, the cold biting against her exposed arms. The street was dimly lit, the air unusually still. She hurried toward the building entrance, boots crunching softly against gravel. Her fingers brushed the buzzer before she paused, eyes drifting toward the parking lot beside the complex.A glint of something small on the pavement caught her eye.She took a few steps, her breath fogging in front of her.It was a phone.Her stomach dropped.She recognized the soft lilac case immediately—w

Chapter 147 – The First CallThe silence in Alex’s penthouse was absolute, heavy with the weight of sleepless nights and unanswered questions. Outside, the city breathed in the slow rhythm of a restless midnight, streetlights flickering like distant stars trapped in glass. But inside, the darkness pressed close, unyielding, as if the walls themselves were holding their breath.The clock on the bedside table glowed red and unforgiving: 2:13 a.m.Alex lay on his back, eyes open wide, staring at the ceiling. His mind was a battlefield—torn between hope and dread, trying to piece together the chaos that had consumed the last few weeks. Vincent Maddox’s mysterious death, Maya Stark’s vanishing act, Quinn’s deadly silence, and now Clara—Clara who had suddenly stopped answering her calls, who had vanished from the meeting place they had planned, whose safety felt like a fragile thread stretched too thin.His phone lay face down on the nightstand beside him, the battery at 18%, notifications

Chapter 149 – A Voice in the DarkClara’s eyes fluttered open to a dim, cold light filtering through a high, barred window. Her head throbbed fiercely, pounding with a dull ache that spread through her skull like wildfire. She blinked slowly, trying to make sense of the haze that clouded her vision.She was lying on a hard wooden floor, her wrists bound tightly behind her back with coarse rope that bit into her skin. Panic threatened to rise, but she forced herself to stay calm, heart hammering in her chest.Where was she?Her breath came in shallow gasps as she slowly shifted her weight, testing her bonds.Her left hand was free—or nearly so—just the fingers and part of her palm. The ropes were frayed but secure. She flexed her fingers, searching the floor around her with her eyes.A small, rusted nail lay just within reach.Hope flared.---Pain radiated sharply through her wrist as she worked the nail against the tight knots. The ropes bit into her skin with every movement, but Cla