Lahat ng Kabanata ng After Divorcing My Husband, I became His Boss: Kabanata 131 - Kabanata 140

Hannah's POV:I couldn’t breathe on the drive home.Not because the air in the car was thin but because the world suddenly felt too small, too tight. Like the walls were closing in and every second I didn’t act, Maria and Uncle Chen took three more steps ahead.As soon as we stepped into the house, I went to my room and there was Adam. I paced the length of my room like a caged animal.Adam sat on the edge of the bed, watching me silently, his injured arm propped carefully on a pillow. “You’re going to wear a hole in the rug, what's going on?” he said gently.I stopped only because I was dizzy. “Adam… they almost toppled him today. My father.” My voice cracked despite my effort to keep it steady. “Chen isn’t just manipulating the board—he’s isolating him. They’re planting seeds of distrust everywhere.”Adam folded his arms. “That’s what a takeover looks like from the inside.”“I know,” I whispered, sinking beside him. “But knowing doesn’t make it easier to watch.”He took my hand. “Te

Hannah’s POV:I was at my company office. I had been staring at the same spreadsheet on my laptop for the past ten minutes without registering a single line. My fingers hovered above the keyboard, unmoving, as if the numbers would eventually arrange themselves into something meaningful. They didn’t. My thoughts kept drifting back to Maria, to Uncle Chen, to the knot tightening in my stomach day by day.The knock on my office door snapped me out of it.Josh stepped inside with a warm grin and a paper bag in hand. “I come bearing food,” he announced dramatically. “Because someone,” he pointed at me, “has been skipping lunch again. And I won’t let you starve yourself into an early grave.”I sighed as he placed the bag on my desk. “I wasn’t skipping. I just… forgot.”He gave me that don’t-even-try-it look. “Exactly my point.”Before I could argue, he pulled me up from my chair and nudged me toward the office couch. “Sit. Eat. Human things. Now.”I sat, mostly because I didn’t have the ene

Hannah’s POV:Adam’s shoulder healed faster than I expected.Or maybe it just felt fast because I hadn’t wanted this moment to come.The doctor’s office smelled faintly of antiseptic and citrus cleaner, the kind that lingered long after you left. We were sitting in the hospital room for what the doctor kept calling the final checkup, and every time he said the word, my chest tightened just a little. Adam sat beside me on the bed, his shirt peeled off his shoulder as the doctor examined the old bullet wound with practiced efficiency.“Move your hands forward,” he commanded. Adam did as he was told and he did it without stress.“Alright, backwards.”He did.“Now try to rotate your arm.” He did without any single ounce of strain.“Range of motion looks good,” the doctor said, rotating Adam’s arm slightly. “No inflammation, no nerve damage. You’re cleared.”Adam grinned. “Told you I heal like Wolverine.”The doctor gave him a look. “Try not to get shot again.”“No promises,” Adam repli

Hannah’s POV:I woke up slowly, the room still heavy with sleep and warmth. For a brief second, I stayed still, letting myself exist in that soft space between dreams and reality. My body felt deliciously relaxed, my muscles loose, my mind quiet in a way it rarely was.Flashes of last night bubbled in my head. The way he watched me take off my clothes, the way I held his shaft in my hand, the way he thrusted into me. I could still feel it.Gosh! That was one of the best nights of my life.I stretched on the bed.Then I noticed it.The space beside me was empty.My eyes fluttered open fully, my gaze drifting to the other side of the bed. The sheets were rumpled, still warm, but Adam wasn’t there. My chest tightened instantly, a sudden, irrational panic blooming in my stomach.Had he already left?The thought stung more than I expected. After everything, after last night, waking up alone felt like a quiet rejection, even though I knew better. Still, old wounds had a way of whispering at

Hannah’s POV:I couldn’t move.My hands were still locked around the steering wheel even though the car engine had gone silent minutes ago. My fingers trembled uncontrollably, like they no longer belonged to me. My chest felt too tight, my breaths coming out shallow and uneven.I had just watched a man get attacked.Not threatened. Not warned.Attacked.My mind replayed it over and over—the glint of metal under the streetlight, the dull sickening sound when the pipe connected with his head, the way Mike’s body crumpled like he had no bones. The ease with which Uncle Chen lifted him. The calm efficiency.This wasn’t business.This was brutality.A sharp knock sounded against my car door.I flinched violently, a small gasp ripping out of me before I could stop it. My heart nearly jumped out of my chest as my head snapped toward the sound.“Hannah.”Adam.“Babe, open the door.”Relief hit me so hard it almost made me dizzy. I quickly unlocked the door, and Adam slid into the passenger se