Semua Bab Married to my ex-husband's boss: Bab 51 - Bab 60

ELLEI shoved the door open, stepped inside—and the sight hit me like a punch to the gut.The living room was unrecognizable.People I had never seen before crowded every corner—laughing and shouting, drinks in their hands. The smell of whiskey and smoke hung thick in the air, clinging to the expensive drapes.Someone had dragged the coffee table away to make space for a makeshift bar, bottles and cups littering the surface. My sofa cushions were on the floor, stained. A cigarette butt smoldered dangerously close to the rug.I couldn’t breathe. This wasn’t just a party. It was an invasion.And then I saw him.My so-called father.He sat in an armchair like it was a throne, a glass of whiskey balanced loosely in one hand. Women draped themselves over the armrests, laughing at his words. Men gathered around him, nodding along, treating him like a king among thieves.My blood boiled so hot I thought I might explode.“What the hell is going on here?!” My voice sliced through the musi

ELLEI wasn't sure if it was the first time Evans hurt me as a kid, but it was the first time I realized I didn't have a man as a father, but a monster.I remember it so clearly, even though I wish I didn’t.I was four years old, my small legs dangling from the chair that felt too big for me, a plate of food in front of me that I couldn’t finish fast enough. My father’s voice thundered over me, sharp and angry.“Eat faster, Elle! Don’t waste my time!”His tone made my chest tighten, and before I even realized it, I felt the warmth spread beneath me. Shame hit me like fire, and I froze, staring down at the puddle forming on the seat—slowly dropping to the floor.I had wet myself.The next sound that was heard in the house was the crack of his palm against my cheek. My tiny head whipped to the side, the sting burning across my skin. I burst into tears, the world blurring through the flood of them.“Disgusting,” he spat. He yanked me off the chair, his grip cruel around my arm. I whim

ELLEMy hands tightened around the scarf until my knuckles ached.I pushed back from the desk and began to pace, my heels clicking softly against the polished floor. The walls suddenly felt too close and the air too heavy.“No,” I whispered to myself, shaking my head. “It’s impossible. It can’t be.”Raymond and I… we met years later. At the company. That’s where it all began—or at least, that’s what I had always believed. He was my boss, I... not some boy in a dark alley with broken glass in his hand.I stopped, pressing the scarf to my lips, trying to silence the trembling in my chest.But the problem was… I hadn’t seen that boy’s face. Not really. Just the blur of his figure, the way he moved, the sound of his breath as he stood over the man. In my panic, I hadn’t dared to look up long enough. My mind had been too full of terror, too full of the thought that I had been saved but ruined all at once.What if... what if it had really been him?The thought stole the air from my lungs. M

EVANSThe music played low in the background, a soft tune filling the living room as I swayed her gently in my arms. Her head rested against my chest, and for a moment, everything felt still—just her, me, and the little heartbeat we couldn’t yet hear but knew was there.Then she shifted slightly, her breath catching. “I need to sit,” she murmured.I stopped instantly, guiding her carefully toward the couch. “Of course,” I said, steadying her as she lowered herself onto the cushions. Her movements were slower these days, and I found myself watching every step like it was the most important thing in the world.Besides, she was getting more beautiful by the day, so who would blame me if I couldn't take my eyes off of her.When she was settled, I crouched in front of her, my hand sliding gently over the curve of her stomach. I leaned forward and pressed a kiss there, right where our child grew, hidden and safe.I smiled up at her. “Why did you refuse to find out the gender, no matter ho

RAYMOND I couldn’t stop pacing. My chest felt tight, my hands restless, and my thoughts a storm I couldn’t cage. It had been like this for close to an hour now, still playing everything in my head. The door swung open and Clyde stepped in, his expression grave. He didn’t even wait for me to speak. “Hey, Boss. I came as soon as I could. That call didn’t sound right. What’s going on?” I turned sharply toward him, jaw set. “You were right. Something’s wrong.” I walked him through it—Elle not answering my calls, Jessica at the office saying she hadn’t come in, and now the staff telling me they had been dismissed by Evans. Each word scraped out of my throat like gravel, each detail piling higher until Clyde’s brows furrowed deep. “Evans dismissed them?” he repeated, his tone darkening. “Yes,” I bit out, running a hand over my face. “He cleared out the entire house. And not one of them has seen Elle since. Now I can't reach her Clyde. I can't.” He was silent for a moment, then final