All Chapters of ABANDONED BY MY EX, ACCEPTED HIS BOSS'S PROPOSAL : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Chapter 81: Home Again The penthouse felt both familiar and foreign as Clara stepped inside, her heels clicking softly against the polished marble floors. The silence that enveloped her was almost tangible, a heavy reminder of everything she’d left behind. Alex had offered to send a driver, but she’d declined. She didn’t want to be ushered into this space—this space that had once been a place of comfort, of home—by anyone but herself. She needed to walk in on her own terms, to cross the threshold because she chose to, not because anyone had coerced her. The door swung open and there he stood, Alex. His eyes locked with hers, and for a brief moment, time seemed to stretch. There was a mix of emotions in his gaze—tension, longing, hope—but more than that, there was something raw. A vulnerability she hadn’t seen in him before. His shoulders straightened the moment he saw her, like he’d been holding his breath since lunch and was only now able to exhale. “You came,” he said, his voice

Chapter 83 – The Story UnfoldsThe morning light filtered softly through the penthouse curtains, golden and warm, casting dappled shadows across the hardwood floors. Clara sat curled in the oversized armchair beside the floor-to-ceiling window, a cup of lukewarm coffee balanced on the armrest, her laptop open on her lap. She wasn’t typing. Not yet. She was rereading the final paragraphs of her manuscript, her heart drumming louder with each line.It was finished.Her debut novel. After the Fall.All 87,416 words of it.A shaky breath escaped her lips. The cursor blinked on the final page, where her protagonist walked away from the wreckage of heartbreak and into the light of something new—something earned. Clara’s eyes burned with tears she hadn’t realized were building. It wasn’t just a story. It was hers. A patchwork of wounds and healing, truth and fiction stitched together.And Alex—he was in every chapter. In the way she described longing. In the ache of the heroine’s denial. In

Chapter 85 – Sparks FlyThe elevator dinged softly as Avi Kapoor stepped into the glass-and-steel lobby of Banks International Holdings. Her heels clicked confidently across the marble floor, each step exuding polished self-assurance. She wore tailored cream slacks, a deep emerald blouse tucked in at the waist, and her hair pulled into a high, sleek ponytail that swung like a banner behind her.Heads turned.Interns whispered.The receptionist blinked twice before managing a greeting.“I have a meeting with Mr. Banks,” Avi said, flashing a brief but dazzling smile.“Yes, Ms. Kapoor. Mr. Hale will take you up.”A moment later, the sleek doors of the executive elevator opened again, and Kevin Hale stepped out. His suit was pressed to perfection, tie crisp and navy, and his ever-present glasses were perched low on his nose as he scanned a document. He didn’t look up at first.“You’re Avi Kapoor?” he asked, distracted, tapping the screen of his tablet.“I was last I checked,” she said coo

Chapter 87 – The Unshakeable BondThe café Vincent had chosen was upscale, tucked in a quiet corner of the Upper East Side. Elegant tables. Brass-rimmed mirrors. The kind of place where power dressed itself in charm and deception wore a smile. Clara entered alone, a beige trench coat belted at her waist, her hair swept back in a low knot.She scanned the room. Vincent was already there.He rose when he saw her, flashing the same confident, hollow smile he’d worn the day he tried to ruin her life.“Clara,” he said smoothly, gesturing to the seat across from him. “I wasn’t sure you’d come.”“I said ten minutes,” Clara replied, lowering her sunglasses and sliding into the chair. “That’s all you’ll get.”Vincent laughed softly, settling back down. He was dressed to impress—navy-blue blazer, pocket square, silver cufflinks. But Clara noticed the subtle cracks: the restless twitch of his fingers, the flicker in his eyes.He was trying too hard to seem in control.“I wanted to clear the air,

Chapter 89 – Building a FutureThe night after Anna’s visit was filled with a new kind of quiet. Alex and Clara sat together in the living room, the city lights shimmering outside, their world feeling strangely calm after the tension of the past days. Alex had told Clara that night how much it meant to him that she’d handled his mother with such grace. But it was more than that. The encounter had shifted something between them. Clara could sense that Alex was starting to understand what she needed—both in their relationship and in herself.It was a rare night when the penthouse felt more like home than a luxurious, almost impersonal space. Clara was curled up on the couch, her legs tucked beneath her, her focus on her manuscript. Alex sat nearby, reading through business emails, but the soft hum of the room spoke volumes. Neither of them was rushing, neither of them was trying too hard to fill the space with words.Clara’s pen paused mid-sentence, and she glanced over at him. He caugh