All Chapters of After Divorcing My Ex-Husband, I became His Boss: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Hayes POV:The silence was unbearable. Without her, the walls felt like they were closing in on me.I never thought I’d know what loneliness truly meant. But tonight, as I sit in this empty apartment, I feel it clawing at my chest like some wild animal that refuses to let go.The place is too quiet. No footsteps echoing in the hallway, no soft humming from the kitchen, no scent of perfume lingering in the air. Just the stale smell of old whiskey and the faint hum of the refrigerator.I open my phone again. I don’t even know how many times I’ve done this today—ten, twenty, maybe fifty. My thumb hovers over the gallery, and I press it, like a man pressing on an old wound just to feel the pain.There she is. Hannah.Photo after photo. Her smile is soft in some, guarded in others. I remember the day I convinced her to take that trip with me to the mountains. She stood there on the cliff, the wind in her hair, her eyes squinting against the sun. She looked like she belonged to another wor

Maria’s POV:Weeks had passed since the day I approached Lenora in her room with an offer to form a team. A team to break down Hannah. In return she would get a secured seat at the company once I'm head.That was the difference between sitting on the edge of ruin and standing on the brink of a decision that could burn everything down.I told myself I wanted time — time to breathe, to reorganize, to wait for the world to forget the taste of my defeat. But weeks are for the patient, and patience is a luxury I no longer own. Every morning since Hannah took my chair, the house felt like a stage with my name removed from the playbill. People smiled at her like she’d always been the lead. People who once nodded when I entered a room now looked past me. The shame gnawed. The hunger for what was mine grew sharper, louder.Lenora had agreed to a meeting because she liked drama and because she loved watching Hannah suffer even more. But she came late, and when she slid into the seat across from

Hayes POV:When I first heard that Lenora was bailed, and was living with Hannah, I had called with my phone but then she blocked me. This time I bought 3 different phones to call her with 3 different numbers. She had already blocked the first two now, I was down to the last.I must have called her six times in a row.The first few times, I told myself she was busy. The fourth, I thought maybe her phone was dead. By the sixth, I knew the truth: she saw my name and chose to ignore me.Lenora had never ignored me before.I threw my phone down onto the desk and pressed the heels of my hands against my eyes. Hannah’s words from earlier in her office replayed in my head like a curse:“If you want to save what’s left of your sister, you need to step in now.”Save her. From Maria.I scoffed at the thought. Lenora was stubborn, yes, but she wasn’t stupid. She knew Maria was dangerous. So why the hell was she spending so much time with her?My chest tightened. Because she had no one else. Beca

Hannah’s POV:“For the first time in a long while, I almost let myself enjoy his presence—until the shadows reminded me they were still watching.”Adam was waiting for me outside the restaurant, leaning against his car in a dark button-down that somehow made him look sharper, calmer, untouchable. The evening air carried a crisp edge, and for a moment, I felt like I could breathe without the weight of the past pressing down on me.When he saw me, his eyes softened. He pushed off the car and came closer, studying me like I was the only thing that mattered.“You look pretty tonight,” he said.I blinked, caught off guard, then felt my lips curve despite myself. “Thank you,” I murmured.His smile was small but genuine, and something warm stirred inside me. I didn’t often let compliments land—I usually brushed them away before they could sink in—but Adam’s words carried a weight that made me want to hold onto them.We started walking toward the restaurant. I was about to say something light

Adam’s POV: The sun was coming up. The clang of the barbell hitting its rack echoed across the gym. My chest rose and fell as I lay flat on the bench, arms trembling from the last rep. Sweat trickled down my temples, soaking into the collar of my shirt. Four hours of training and I still felt restless. Not from exhaustion—but from the nerves I’d been carrying all week. All day. Today was going to be different. This evening, I was finally going to ask Hannah to be mine, officially. I grabbed my towel and wiped down my face, a rare smile tugging at my lips. The thought of her saying yes had carried me through every set. I’d already booked the dinner venue, hired the florist, even double-checked the setting and decorations at the dinner place where I set up. I insisted the florist used Lilies and chrysanthemums—her favorites. I left the basement gym and headed upstairs, the faint metallic scent of iron and sweat clinging to me. My plan was simple: shower, head to the office, clear my