Lahat ng Kabanata ng Dear Ex, I'm More Than Your Plan B: Kabanata 111 - Kabanata 120

The city skyline reflected in the tall glass panes of the Fontaine Gaming Technologies tower, a sleek building nestled in the heart of the capital's business district.Inside its polished interiors, Vera’s heels clicked softly against the marble as she entered the lobby.It was a quiet morning, yet the air buzzed with that usual undercurrent of purpose that came with a tech empire on the rise.She adjusted the strap of her handbag and walked past the reception desk.The staff greeted her with smiles and polite nods, not just out of courtesy, but with genuine respect.She was no longer just a young woman trying to survive; she was Vera Sterling, co founder and creative head of one of the fastest growing gaming development studios in the country.And most of that… was thanks to Dorian Fontaine.But what Vera didn’t know, what no one had told her, was that the roots of her company’s success went far deeper than even Dorian.At the top floor, the doors of the executive lounge opened to re

Camilla always had that talent, taking whatever small flicker of humanity he clung to and stomping it out with her heel.“You forget who gave you this life,” she said, voice growing smug. “My father’s name still keeps your pathetic career afloat. Or should I call your boss and let him know you’re sniffing around your ex like a starved dog?”Lucas clenched his jaw. “That’s not what this is about.”“No? Then what is it? You feeling guilty now that she’s thriving and you’re stuck with me? Boo hoo, Lucas. Grow up.”He slammed his hand against the steering wheel, teeth bared. “She has a kid, Camilla! A kid! What if the Donovans find out? You know what that could mean, what they might do to save face. We both know they buried her once, they could do it again.”There was a long silence. Then Camilla chuckled, low and venomous. “You think they don’t already know? Please. They probably planned it.”Lucas blinked. “What?”“She was never supposed to last,” Camilla said, voice ice. “That was the

Asher flinched subtly but didn’t move her hand.He wasn’t sure why he was still doing this. Maybe because he believed there was nothing else left.Maybe because he'd convinced himself that this punishment, this hollow life, was what he deserved after being so thoroughly played.Sarah continued talking, her voice like a buzzing gnat in his ear. Plans, colors, guests, PR rollouts. It all blurred into one meaningless stream.And still, Asher thought of Vera.Of the way she used to steal glances when she thought he wasn’t looking.Of how her voice softened when she teased him. Of her scent on his pillows. Her defiance, her fire, her laughter.And of the pain. The betrayal.“She’s gone,” he muttered under his breath, almost like reminding himself.Sarah glanced at him. “What?”“Nothing.”He adjusted his seat and closed his eyes. But all he saw was her.Down below, the city lights of Vera’s new world were coming into view. The jet would land in less than an hour.And on the other side of th

He clenched his fists and slowly backed away, the world spinning now, not with hope, but with disappointment so sharp it felt like a blade against his ribs.Behind him, Sarah finally caught up, panting from the short run in her designer heels. “Are you serious, Asher?! You bolted from the car like a lunatic, why?!”He didn’t answer.Didn’t even look at her.Because across the street, as traffic finally started moving again, a black sedan was already turning the corner, Vera behind the wheel.She was too far to see clearly now, too far for him to notice the sadness in her eyes or the way her fingers clenched the steering wheel harder than necessary.She had dropped Eira off minutes ago, her body still tense from their earlier conversation.She didn’t know he had been right there.Didn’t know she had missed him by seconds.Didn’t know that he’d been chasing a ghost in her image.And as her car disappeared down the street, swallowed by the rhythm of city life, Asher slowly turned away fr

He handed the doll to her carefully, like it was made of porcelain.Their hands brushed, and even that momentary contact sent something strange curling in his gut.She hugged the doll tightly and then tilted her head as she studied his face.“You’re sad,” she said suddenly.Asher blinked. “What?”“You look sad,” she repeated, serious this time. “Like my mama when she cries at night. She thinks I don’t hear her, but I do. So, I tell her to smile more.”His chest ached.This child, so innocent, so intuitive, had seen right through him with one look.“I’m just… tired,” he said softly.“That’s not the same as sad,” she replied, squinting at him, unconvinced.He smiled faintly.She was right.She leaned closer to the bars and held out her hand, palm up. “If you’re sad, you need a friend.”His throat tightened.For a second, all he could do was stare at her tiny hand, so trusting, so unafraid.He reached out and clasped it gently.She grinned. “See? Now you’re not alone.”Asher let out a br