STEP ASIDE EX-HUSBAND: THE RISE OF LIANA의 모든 챕터: 챕터 251 - 챕터 260

Adrian’s POVMonday arrived with the usual buzz of the office, but I moved through it differently now. I noticed more than I had before the rhythm of conversations, the way teams collaborated, the subtle expressions on people’s faces. It wasn’t that the work had changed, but I had.Isabella was already at her desk when I arrived, focused yet approachable. She glanced up as I passed, offering a small smile. I returned it. The tension that had defined our earlier interactions was gone, replaced by mutual respect and understanding.“Good morning,” I said as I entered my office.“Morning,” she replied, her voice calm, steady.The morning passed in productive rhythm. Meetings flowed, decisions were made efficiently, and for the first time in years, I felt a sense of ease at the office. My mind wasn’t divided between work and the tension with Isabella. She was present in a way that made collaboration seamless, natural.At lunch, we walked together to a nearby café. We spoke casually, effort

Adrian’s POVMonday arrived quietly, the office bustling as usual, but something had shifted. The subtle tension that had once defined my every interaction with Isabella was gone. In its place was a calm rhythm, an ease that I had never experienced before. I moved through the office aware of the difference, noticing how the small gestures and interactions carried more weight now.Isabella was already at her desk when I arrived, reviewing reports with her usual precision. She looked up and offered a soft smile, and I felt an unexpected warmth at the simple gesture. No teasing. No challenge. Just presence.“Morning,” I said.“Morning,” she replied. “Ready for the week?”“I am,” I said.The morning passed smoothly. Meetings were productive, decisions clear, and collaboration effortless. I found myself listening more than directing, evaluating more than controlling, and noticing how much better the outcomes were because of it. Isabella’s influence was subtle but undeniable her calm compet

Adrian’s POVWednesday arrived with a sense of quiet purpose, the kind that seemed to wrap itself around me as I stepped into the office. I had never noticed how much the environment reflected the internal state of its people, but today it was clear. The usual hum of activity, the faint tapping of keyboards, and the distant ring of phones all combined into a rhythm that no longer felt oppressive. The tension that had once haunted every corner of the office was gone, replaced with a steady flow of energy and focus.Isabella was at her desk when I arrived, reviewing her notes with that same meticulous attention to detail I had always admired. There was no smirk of challenge, no teasing glance meant to test me. Instead, she radiated calm authority. She looked up as I approached, her gaze meeting mine for a brief moment that carried warmth and reassurance rather than provocation. It was grounding, and I felt myself straighten, not from effort, but from a natural alignment with the quiet s

Adrian’s POVThe morning began like any other, with the faint hum of the city creeping through my office window and the smell of fresh coffee drifting from the break room. But I sensed immediately that today would be different. There was an energy in the air, subtle and almost imperceptible, that made my pulse quicken despite the calm I had been cultivating. Isabella’s presence was already in the office when I arrived, and the way she moved between desks, reviewing reports and offering advice to colleagues, carried a quiet confidence that set the tone for the day.I tried to focus on my tasks, flipping through documents and replying to emails, but a small part of my mind remained alert to her every move. She was efficient, precise, and deliberate, and yet there was an undercurrent in her demeanor that hinted at something more. She had learned to temper her provocations, but that did not mean she had disappeared entirely. It was a subtle game now, invisible to everyone else, but I coul

Adrian’s POVMonday arrived with a rare stillness, the city outside the office window barely awake as I entered the building. The morning air carried a crispness that seemed to sharpen my senses, a reminder that each day would demand focus, discipline, and awareness. I had thought the weekend’s quiet might allow me to regain complete control over my thoughts, but I was wrong. Isabella’s presence lingered, invisible yet undeniable, threading through my mind like an unbroken line.She was already at her desk, reviewing a stack of reports with her usual precision. There was no smirk, no challenge overtly offered. Yet I could feel the subtle weight of her attention, the awareness in her posture, the way her gaze occasionally drifted toward me as if measuring my resolve. It was a different kind of provocation, one that did not rely on words but on presence.I settled at my desk, attempting to immerse myself in the first set of emails, but even the simplest messages felt secondary to the un