บททั้งหมดของ Divorced: Dear Ex It's Your Loss: บทที่ 141 - บทที่ 150

•Juliet POV•I rested my head against the window, watching the city blur past. Everything that happened at the opening party replayed in my mind. A soft smile tugged at my lips. The party had gone just the way I had hoped, and most of the influential people who attended had already placed their orders.I took a deep breath and let it out slowly, then looked down at Jace, who had his head resting on my lap, sleeping peacefully. Edward was at the driver’s side.He glanced at me with a smile. “How are you feeling now?”“Much better,” I replied, resting my head back on the window, gazing at the view of the city. Thanks to Dora and Jerry, I was able to buy a mansion similar to the one I had in New York. The only difference was that Jerry had taken it upon himself to hire at least three staffs to maintain the house.Edward pulled into the estate, and the gate slid open automatically, revealing the beautiful front of the mansion. The house was a modern home with a big glass windows from top

•Juliet POV•After Shuyi took Vera upstairs to show her the room meant for her, I called Eric and told him about the incident. He promised to look into it. With a sigh, I snapped the phone shut and rested my hand on the glass surface, staring at the view of the estate with my arm wrapped over my shoulder.China had its own aura, and I could only hope that it things doesn't turn out bad for me. I closed my eyes, letting the cool air brush against my face, calming my racing thoughts."Mommy, I can't find Mrs. Carl in the kitchen," Jace's voice pulled me out of the moment. I turned and saw him standing by the door, his little eyebrows furrowed in confusion.I smiled and walked to meet him. "Baby, Mrs. Carl didn't come along with us to China. She's in New York."Jace pouted, crossing his arms over his chest. "Why, Mommy? Who's going to prepare breakfast now and tell me funny stories?"I lifted him from the floor and walked over to sit on the plush chair by the corner. "I'm so sorry, my lo

•Juliet POV•I took in a deep breath and exhaled slowly as I moved the cursor to the power off section and clicked on it, watching the screen dim and finally turn black.The soft sound of the door creaking open caught my attention. I looked up to see Vera walk in, her expression saying more than words could. She sat on the chair opposite me with a soft sigh, brushing her hand through her hair like she needed to ease off something heavy."Are you okay?" I asked gently.She leaned back against the chair and gave me a small, thin-lipped smile. "Yeah, I'm fine, Jules," she replied in a low voice. "I just feel so bad whenever I remember what happened in London. It hits right through my chest."I lowered my gaze, feeling the weight of her words. "I understand," I said quietly. "But don't think about it too much. I've already contacted Eric to look into it, and with his influence, I'm sure he’ll come back with something productive.""Even if he finds out who's responsible," Vera whispered, "

•Edward's POV•I tapped my finger on the steering wheel as I drove down the road, my mind drifting to the strange number that had called me. It couldn’t be Josh. I had told Juliet that just to stop her from asking more questions about it.Something definitely wasn’t right, and I didn’t recall giving anyone my number. I picked up my phone and stared at the number once more before dropping it back.The curiosity of finding out who the number was from filled my thoughts as I pulled into the company parking lot. I got out of the car and made my way toward the entrance. The door slid open, and I walked in, then took the elevator.The moment I got to the top floor and into Juliet’s office, it hit me, it could be Leyi. But how did she get my number? No one else had it except Juliet and Vera. The thought clawed at me until I decided to brush it off and focus on work.I picked up the file from the table and skimmed through it, standing close to the desk. I flipped the pages and saw that it wou

•Juliet POV•I gave Dora a stern look before walking after Vera. I watched as she pushed open the door to her office and walked in. I followed her into the office immediately, watching as she sank into the chair, her eyes glistening with tears."Vera, please don’t tell me you took what Dora said seriously. She’s just being a hater because I gave the personal assistant position to you," I said, trying to console her.Vera shook her head, the tears in her eyes now rolling down her cheeks. “Maybe she’s right, Jules. I’m not supposed to be here. I’m supposed to be hosting a fashion week brand or helping a client establish their label. That’s what I do, Jules. That’s what gives me joy. But I lost everything.”I stepped closer to her, my heart aching. “You haven’t, Vera. Remember, I promised to help you out. I meant every word.”She covered her face with both hands, her voice shaky. “I don’t even know who I wronged, Jules. What did I do to deserve this? Maybe I smile too much, maybe I prete