Semua Bab After Divorce, My Secretary Wife Becomes Rival Boss : Bab 1 - Bab 10

Charlotte’s POV I didn’t know what I expected to happen when I told her that I was his wife, but this wasn’t it. She told up, completely detaching herself from Drake. “His wife, huh?” She stood taller than I remembered. Or maybe I’d just never felt this small before. “I’m Mrs. Charlotte Watson, Drake’s wife,” I stated again, my voice colder than I intended. The title tasted bitter on my tongue, six years of marriage and yet it felt like a nameplate on a door I was never allowed to enter. Mia’s lips curled. “True,” she said, surprising me as she took a step forward. “But that title,” she said softly, “has expired.” She turned to Drake with a slow, feline smile. “I was his first love. And I’ll be his wife now.” The words were like daggers to my heart, merciless. I glanced at Drake, expecting, silently begging for him to say something. A denial. A lie. Anything at all. He leaned back in his chair, perfectly at ease as he glanced through the file. Not a word. Not even a flicker o

Drake's POV Mia was perched on the edge of my office desk, laughing at something trivial. I leaned back in my chair, watching her twirl a lock of her hair, and wondered how I ever let her go in the first place. If she hadn’t pleaded with those eyes back then, teary, trembling—I would have never agreed to her leaving for Paris. And if I’m honest, I have regretted it every day since then. We met at a gala, seven years ago. She was effortlessly elegant with her perfect teeth and porcelain skin. Being with Mia felt like inhaling after years of suffocating. Charlotte, in contrast, had always felt like a negotiation. She’d appeared at the Watson Foundation internship dinner, sleek and ambitious, the perfect beneficiary of academic pedigree. Our connection, if you could call it that, began at a hotel after a merger celebration. I was drunk. She went for what she wanted. In the months that followed, she had an MBA, a corner office at my father’s firm, and a very specific plan: me. The o

Charlotte's POV Pain arrived first, sharp, nauseating, and unrelenting. A pulse behind my eyes, in my ribs, beneath my skin. It radiated from somewhere deep, somewhere sacred. I didn't know where I was. Only that I wasn't whole anymore. Sunlight spilled through the blinds, carving golden lines across the sterile white ceiling. The scent of antiseptic filled the air. A heart monitor beeped methodically beside me, indifferent to what it was measuring. Then the memory came crashing to me. The hallway. My knees. The scream. The blood. Drake leaving with Mia draped around him. My hands flew to my abdomen. Flat. Empty. Silent. There was no heartbeat. It was never supposed to kick yet, but I was almost certain that I had felt it kick. I didn't need a doctor to tell me. My body already had. The baby was gone. A muffled sound escaped my throat, a breath, a sob, a prayer, I wasn’t sure. But it pulled someone closer. “Hey. You're awake.” The voice was soft, gentle, but it also sounded l

Charlotte’s POVAs the days rolled by, I busied myself with several unsuccessful applications. I had a damn MBA which was enough to get me any job in the city but all companies rejected me.Not any MBA but Havard, I knew something wasn't right but I didn't stop trying."What's the long face about again?" Sabrina brought our breakfast to the table and took her seat across from me."Nothing, just preparing for another rejection." Idly I scrolled through my computer looking for another opening to submit my CV."Why would you talk like that woman? You're the smartest lass I've seen. I mean I've seen a lot of ladies and you know it." Sabrina knew how to talk me out of any depressing situation but it wasn't going to work this time, it was clear—Drake's words."You won't last a month out there without me," I heard the echo, like I did everyday I submitted an application and everyday I received a rejection."Maybe he was damn right and I'm just nothing without him," my voice broke at the end

Drake's POVDays were stressfully turning into weeks and I was finding it difficult to concentrate without Charlotte, every now and then I'll call out to her and have Alexandra respond. Charlotte was smart, there was something about the way her brain worked with clients and deals and damn her for quitting in the middle of such a crucial partnership. "Your coffee sir," another human that seemed to irritate me, Mia or Aria or whoever had hired a replacement for Charlotte as my secretary but nobody seemed to fit her shoe. "Hmm," I acknowledged her statement and took a sip.Damn it, they couldn't even get it right with the coffee, it was just fucking coffee that anyone could brew so why so different?"You don't like the way I made the coffee sir?" My expression must have betrayed me from her question so there was no need to act cool."Can't you brew a simple cup of coffee right? Charlotte never —""Charlotte doesn't work here anymore sweetie." Mia's voice came from behind her. I was so