Lahat ng Kabanata ng ABANDONED BY MY EX, ACCEPTED HIS BOSS'S PROPOSAL : Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

Chapter 72 — Quiet Before the StormThe sunlight streamed through the tall windows of the penthouse, gilding everything it touched in soft gold.Clara stretched under the covers, the crisp scent of linen and the faint, lingering spice of Alex’s cologne enveloping her senses.He was already awake — she could feel the faint indentation where he had lain beside her, the residual warmth of his body clinging to the sheets.Still, she smiled.It felt good.It felt normal.No lingering shadows of the past, no oppressive anxiety about the future — just this fragile but precious now.A quiet knock on the door pulled her fully awake.Clara sat up, hastily wrapping the duvet around herself."Ivy?" she called, remembering yesterday’s unexpected addition to her life.The door opened slightly, and Ivy poked her head in, a bashful smile on her face."Good morning, Miss Vale. I made coffee. And... pancakes," she added, lifting a tray with an almost comical amount of whipped cream and berries.Clara l

Chapter 73 — A Whisper in the CrowdThe soft melody of jazz floated through the upscale boutique as Clara ran her fingers lightly over the racks of shimmering dresses.The gala was only days away, and despite Ivy’s enthusiastic insistence that she would find something perfect, Clara still felt a little out of place surrounded by the glittering fabrics and luxury labels.Ivy trailed after her, arms full of selections she deemed "absolutely necessary to try on.""Come on, Miss Vale," Ivy teased, holding up a deep green gown that looked like it belonged on the red carpet. "You’ll be the most beautiful woman there."Clara laughed lightly, but her heart warmed at Ivy’s earnestness."I think you’re a little biased," Clara said, taking the gown and heading for the dressing room.As she disappeared behind the heavy velvet curtain, Ivy lingered near the mirrors, flipping absently through her phone.The boutique’s front door chimed softly.Two sharply dressed men entered — neither looked like t

Chapter 75 — The Gala: Unmasking the ShadowsThe grand ballroom was a spectacle of shimmering lights and glimmering elegance, a stark contrast to the dark thoughts that plagued Clara's mind. The night of the gala had finally arrived, and despite Alex’s reassurances, she couldn’t shake the unease that clung to her. She had seen it in his eyes—his quiet determination that he was shielding her from something, but tonight, she was all too aware that the world around them was watching.She and Alex had arrived earlier in the evening, gliding through the crowd, their presence magnetic. Every eye turned when they entered—Clara in her silver gown that caught the light with every movement, Alex in his sharp black tuxedo, a man of power and control. Together, they were a force, a perfect picture of wealth and status.But despite the beauty surrounding her, Clara’s mind kept wandering back to the small, almost imperceptible gestures she had picked up over the past few days. Alex’s phone calls th

Chapter 77: New BeginningsThe morning after their tentative reconciliation was nothing like Clara had expected. She woke up to the sound of rain tapping against the windows, soft and steady, as though the world outside was breathing in sync with her own conflicted heart.She had expected the night to weigh heavily on her mind, but instead, there was a strange sense of calm. Alex’s words, his touch, his promise—everything lingered in the quiet of the room, a soft warmth that eased the tension that had built up between them over the past weeks.As she sat up in bed, her gaze wandered to the half-empty space beside her. Alex was gone, but it wasn’t the absence she feared. It was the quiet certainty that he was still there, in the sense that he hadn’t left her, and that, despite everything, she hadn’t left him either.She rubbed her eyes and glanced at the clock. It was still early, too early for business, too early for anyone to be stirring in the office. But there was something about t

Chapter 79: The Tension Beneath the Surface.The morning sun crept through the large windows of the penthouse, casting long beams of light across the plush furniture and sleek lines of the modern living room. Clara stood by the window, coffee cup in hand, her eyes tracing the skyline as her thoughts swirled. The city beneath her was buzzing, alive with the energy of a new day, but Clara felt an unease she couldn’t shake. Her mind kept returning to the conversation she had with Maddox the day before. His words lingered, like a shadow in the back of her mind, refusing to fade.She didn’t want to admit it, but his words had gotten under her skin.Was Alex really as committed as he seemed?Clara had always trusted him—had always believed in their bond—but after hearing Maddox speak so convincingly, she found herself questioning things she never thought to question before. Maybe it was the way Maddox had spoken to her, so calmly, so assuredly. He’d known just what to say to plant that seed