Ex- husband pursuit: Winning her back のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

The drive to Linford Enterprise was fast. Her driver stayed silent, sensing the storm.The bodyguard kept close behind, but even he looked uncertain when Briella charged past the reception desk without slowing down.“Ma’am, you can’t go in there..!” the secretary protested.Briella pushed open the door without knocking.Hayden was behind his desk, his shirt sleeves rolled, tie loosened. His brows lifted the moment he saw her.She didn’t give him time to speak.“What is your problem, Mr. Hayden Linford?” she snapped, her voice was sharp, barely holding back the venom.His mouth parted. “Briella..”“No. Don’t Briella me.”She stormed toward the desk, eyes blazing. “Did you have me followed?”He stood slowly. “You were in danger.”“And that gives you the right to spy on me?”“I was trying to see if you are safe.”Briella chuckled bitterly.“You don’t get to protect me anymore. You lost that right the moment you divorced me.”They stared at each other. Breathing hard. The air between them

Ballons and decorations covered the interior of the Owens mansion. With the surprise party, Mrs. Owen had gone above and beyond as she always did with her husband. The small but significant guest list included close business partners, long-time friends, and a few neighbours who had watched the family grow over the years.She knew her husband didn’t care much about grand displays, so she kept it intimate, classy, and without his knowledge.Brian stood by the entrance, watching the joy slowly spread across his father’s face as the lights shined on and the loud “Surprise!” filled the hall.Mr. Owen stood in silence, stunned at the display before him. Then a slow smile stretched across his face. “Well, I’ll be damned,” he muttered, his voice rough with emotion. “You people planned this behind my back?”Brian and his sister chuckled, As they moved forward to pull their father into a bear hug. “Happy 70th, Dad. Welcome to the big league.”"Happy birthday granddad." came with a tiny angelic

A small girl not older than five years sat on the sofa, her legs dangling beneath. She held a barbie doll with one arm and munching on a biscuit with the other while the television played spongebob cartoon in front of her. Laughter bubbled from her lips as her tiny fingers twirled the doll’s tangled yarn hair.At the door, her nanny stood still, her eyes fixed on her watching the child like she was memorizing every detail of her face.“It’s bedtime now missy,” the nanny said, her voice calm but a little distant.She walked in, switched off the television without waiting for protest, and gently took the little girl's hand.The little girl obeyed without question, carrying her doll as they made their way toward the stairs.Just as they climbed up the stairs, the front door opened roughly. Her father stepped in. Garland Milton, followed by the smell of expensive cologne tainted with alcohol. He didn’t see his daughter at first. His words were sharp and directed only at her nanny.“You d

Jaylen hadn’t expected this, as far as he knew, Hayden wasn’t even in the city that day let alone standing here, breathing the same air as him, staring down at Briella like he belonged in the room. And the worst part was that he didn't disguise because he was so sure.“I should be asking you that,” Jaylen said at last, voice quiet but cold. His posture was stiff, his knuckles pale as he clenched the railing of Briella’s hospital bed.Hayden took a half step forward. “This is my…”He stopped himself, the word getting tangled in his throat. My what, my woman or my responsibility? Those words didn't even make sense.“I’m here for her,” he said instead.Jaylen’s jaw twitched. “So am I.”Their eyes locked. And for a second, the room shrank.They had the same broad shoulders. The same height, same sharp jawline and eye shape. The kind of resemblance that wasn’t born out of coincidence.Hayden’s brows furrowed as he studied the man in front of him. “Who are you?” he asked again.Jaylen hesit

“Talk now,” David growled, his voice rough with restrained fury. The barrel of his gun didn’t waver.Jaylen lifted both hands slightly, not in surrender, but in peace. “Fine,” he said, his tone calm but hinted with exhaustion. He had no intention of fighting.He told David everything, though not in totality but everything that now seemed obvious. About Hayden, about being twins and separated at birth, Briella being his first love and how he could never stand by and watch her walk blindly into danger.“She’s not just some woman,” Jaylen said quietly. “She’s everything.”David’s jaw clenched. “And do you know the person after her?”Jaylen hesitated. “We don’t know who yet. But we are close.”The room fell silent.David slowly lowered the gun and rubbed a hand over his mouth, letting out a low, disbelieving chuckle. “So all this was happening right under my damn nose.”“I was careful,” Jaylen muttered, not as a boast but an admission of guilt.They didn’t shake hands nor didn’t trust eac