Lahat ng Kabanata ng After Divorcing My Husband, I became His Boss: Kabanata 141 - Kabanata 150

Hannah’s POV:Slow clapping echoed from the hallway.Each clap felt deliberate, mocking, slicing into the air of the room like a knife. My stance stiffened just as I saw her.Maria stepped fully into the sitting room, her hands coming together in applause, a slow smile curving her lips. Adam and I turned from her to the man standing beside her.Stiles.He stood close to her, an easy grin on his face, like he was enjoying a private joke no one else was in on.“Surprise, surprise.” Maria teased.She stopped clapping and tilted her head at me. “Oh, Hannah,” she said sweetly. “You always think you’re so smart. So cunning. But really, you’re just… obvious.”She walked over and stood beside Uncle Chen, resting a hand on his shoulder possessively. He smiled at her, pride glowing in his eyes.“Your little phone call trick,” Maria continued, “leaving your door open so I could overhear you talking about selling your shares.” She chuckled softly. “You really thought that would make me panic and

Hannah’s POV:Stepping out of Uncle Chen’s house felt like walking out of a bad dream I was still trying to decipher.The evening air hit my face, cool but suffocating, as if it carried the weight of everything that had just happened inside those walls. My legs felt like they moved on their own as I was a bit lost in my head trying to figure all this out. Adam’s hand was firm around mine, anchoring me, pulling me forward.We reached the car in silence.Neither of us spoke as Adam opened the door for me and I slid into the passenger seat. My hands moved as I buckled my seatbelt. Adam got into the driver’s seat, started the engine, and the familiar hum of the car filled the tense space between us.Just as he was about to pull away, a sudden knock sounded against my window.I flinched a bit, caught by surprise by the unexpected sound.I caught my breath and steadied myself. I turned sharply toward the sound and I saw a recognizable face.Josh.He stood just outside the car, his brows dra

Hannah’s POV:The morning sun filtered through the tall windows, spilling softly across the bed where Adam and I were still tangled together beneath the sheets. I didn’t stir at first, sleep clung to me lazily but Adam shifted beside me, reaching for his phone when it began to ring.He answered without getting up, his arm still resting and rubbing on my soft back. “Good morning,” he said. “What is going on lawyer?”I stayed quiet, listening. It must be very important if the lawyer had called this early in the morning.There was a pause, then his expression tightened just slightly.“The police have Filed the case officially?” he repeated. “Listed Hannah as a suspect?”Another pause.“So we have to go in today?”He sat up now, leaning against the headboard. “Alright. You said you’re coming over first?”He glanced at me, then nodded into the phone. “We’re home. Come straight here.”When he ended the call, he turned to me. I met his gaze calmly, already knowing what was coming.“They’ve

Hannah’s POV:The police station smelled faintly of disinfectant and old paper, a sterile scent that clung to my clothes long after I stepped out of the interrogation room. This room was different from the first one I’d been brought into. It was wider, with dull cream walls and a long rectangular table in the middle. The overhead lights were not as harsh, and there were windows this time—narrow, but enough to let daylight in.Still, no amount of sunlight could make this place comforting.I sat between Adam's lawyer and Officer Bruce, my palms resting calmly on the table. I wasn’t scared. Fear was useless now. What I needed was clarity.Officer Bruce, who had been questioning me for a while now, leaned back in his chair and folded his arms. “So why did you meet Mike that evening?”I met his gaze without flinching. “Mike is an upcoming actor. My company develops optical lenses, improved ones used in phones, laptops, cameras, surveillance systems. Mike was one of our test runners. He act

Hannah’s POV:The road to Hayes’ house stretched endlessly in front of us, even though I knew the distance by heart.I had traveled this road almost every day for four years.Four years of pretending. Four years of forcing myself to believe that gratitude was the same thing as love.Adam drove beside me in silence, the engine humming softly as the city passed us by. My hands rested on my lap, clenched not in fear, but in restraint. There were things I didn’t want to feel yet, not until I stepped into that house again and faced the ghosts I had buried.I turned my head slightly and studied Adam.The blue round-neck top he wore hugged his shoulders perfectly, the color bringing out the sharp brilliance of his eyes. His hair was neatly combed, and his jaw was set in quiet determination. The sight of him grounded me.How cruel fate was.I had stayed married to Hayes because I believed he had rescued me from the kidnappers.But it had been Adam.I looked back out the window, my thoughts d