All Chapters of ABANDONED BY MY EX, ACCEPTED HIS BOSS'S PROPOSAL : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Chapter 62 – "The Calm Before"The mornings had shifted.Gone were the days Clara awoke to uncertainty or silence. Now, sunlight spilled over silk sheets, and Alex’s arms were often the first thing she felt—warm, solid, secure. They had found a rhythm. Unspoken, yes. Fragile, still. But real.Clara moved quietly through the penthouse kitchen, barefoot in one of Alex’s crisp button-downs, the hem skimming her thighs. She brewed coffee with practiced ease, the scent filling the open space like memory. The kind of domestic ease she never thought she’d find again. Not after Jeremy. Not after the chaos. But Alex was different now—gentler, more present.Behind her, she heard his footsteps before he even spoke. “You’re up early,” Alex murmured, voice still rough with sleep. He came up behind her, pressing a slow kiss to the side of her neck. “Trying to seduce me before the board meeting?”She laughed softly, leaning into him. “If I wanted to seduce you, I wouldn’t be wearing this much clothi

Chapter 64 – “The First Steps Forward”The steady click of Clara’s keyboard filled the apartment, a soft rhythm against the background hum of life—distant traffic, the occasional chirp of birds outside the window, and the gentle whir of the espresso machine Alex had insisted on installing in the kitchen despite never using it properly.Clara sat curled on the couch, a throw blanket wrapped around her legs, laptop perched atop a pillow. The cursor blinked at the end of her paragraph, a quiet companion to the rush of ideas flowing from her mind to the screen.She hadn’t written like this in months—maybe years. The words came in fits and starts, unsure at first, then gradually more confident. The piece she was working on wasn’t much—a personal essay about healing, written with aching honesty—but it felt important. Necessary.It felt like hers.From the kitchen, Alex leaned against the doorframe, arms folded, watching her with a soft smile.“How’s the masterpiece coming along?” he asked,

Chapter 66: "Plans and Promises"***** Morning ComfortClara stirred awake slowly, the golden morning light peeking through the sheer curtains of Alex’s penthouse bedroom. The soft hum of the city far below was muffled, cocooned by the height of the tower and the thick glass windows. For a moment, she didn’t move. She simply lay there, her cheek nestled against the warmth of the pillow, her eyes fixed on the man sleeping beside her.Alex Banks looked more like a boy than a CEO when he was asleep. The worry lines on his forehead had eased, his dark lashes resting against his cheek. His hand was draped across her waist protectively, as if even in sleep, he feared losing her. Clara’s heart squeezed at the sight. There was a peace in this moment she hadn’t felt in a long time.She gently brushed her fingers through his hair, dark strands slipping between her fingers like silk. He stirred, his hand tightening slightly around her.“You’re staring,” he murmured, his voice thick with sleep.“

Chapter 68: Deepening Bonds The evening stretched out in a comfortable silence as Clara sat on the balcony, her legs curled beneath her, watching the cityscape. The world below was alive with movement, but up here, on this quiet balcony, time seemed to slow. The sun had set hours ago, and the stars had started to emerge, scattered across the velvet sky like tiny diamonds. But her mind was far from the beauty of the city; it was consumed by thoughts of everything that had happened in the last few months.The challenges. The trust they had fought to build. The uncertainty that had clouded their relationship, and the gradual warmth that had taken over. For the first time in her life, Clara didn’t feel like she was just surviving. She felt like she was living. And living with Alex had become something she never expected.Her fingers traced the cool railing of the balcony, the metallic texture grounding her as she thought about how much she had changed since meeting Alex. She’d once belie

Chapter 70 — "New Faces, Old Shadows"The morning air was crisp and tinged with the promise of rain, the city bathed in that peculiar silver light that made everything look a little more dramatic, a little more alive.In the penthouse, Clara stood by the window, a steaming mug of tea warming her hands. She watched the clouds roll over the skyline, a soft smile curving her lips.Behind her, Alex moved about the kitchen with the effortless grace that still managed to take her breath away. He wore dark slacks and a crisp, open-collared shirt, his hair still damp from the shower, a five o’clock shadow dusting his jaw.They had fallen into a rhythm, she realized — a sweet, unexpected domesticity that filled her chest with gratitude every morning.“You’re staring,” Alex teased without turning around.“Can you blame me?” she quipped back, cheeks flushing when he turned and caught her gaze.He smirked, crossing to her with slow, deliberate steps. He pressed a soft kiss to her temple, letting