All Chapters of After Divorcing My Ex-Husband, I became His Boss: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Hannah’s POV:Living under Adam’s roof did something strange to my family. At first, everyone walked around with stiff shoulders and cautious eyes, like they were scared of getting used to the fact that this was their life now. But gradually, slowly, almost steadily, they began to live again. Not as the powerful Blacken family.Just as a family.I started noticing it in the small things as two weeks passed.~~~Tuesday – Laundry Day Chaos.On Tuesday morning, I stood in the laundry room with my brothers, Bryce and Micheal, staring at the washing machine like it was some kind of alien device.Micheal folded his arms. “So… you’re telling me this metal box washes clothes?”“Yes,” I replied patiently. “You put in detergent, select the cycle, and it does the work.”Bryce squinted at the panel. “What’s the difference between ‘whites’ and ‘colors’? Isn’t everything just… cloth?”I sighed. “That’s exactly why I’m here. Whites go separately so they don’t get stained by colored clothes.”Miche

Hannah’s POV:It had been two months and two weeks since my family moved into Adam’s house.Sometimes it felt like two years. Other times, it felt like only yesterday that I was standing in my father’s office watching him realize that the list of shareholders had vanished, that everything we built had slipped right through his fingers. Time had become a strange thing—stretching when I wanted peace, shrinking when I wanted answers.Tonight, Adam had driven me to Josh’s place. It wasn’t planned as anything fancy, just the three of us sitting together to talk, again, about Chen. This was where we discussed how to bring Chen down.Josh’s living room had that luxurious energy I had grown used to: maximalist furniture, low lighting, a wide glass cabinet filled with different bottles of liquor he probably bought during late-night business deals. He moved around easily, like this was his natural habitat, and pulled out a bottle of whiskey from the cabinet.“I feel like this is becoming a trad

Hannah’s POVBy the time I finally left the office that evening, the sky had already darkened into that dusky blue that came just before night completely swallowed the city. The building’s glass walls reflected the fading sunlight like sheets of molten gold, and for a moment I stood at the entrance, clutching my handbag to my chest, wondering how a single day could feel both endlessly long and frighteningly short.The email wouldn’t leave my head.I replayed every word of it as I got into my car, the engine’s hum barely drowning out my thoughts. The drive home felt mechanical, my hands on the steering wheel, my foot on the pedal, traffic lights turning red and green but my mind was still back in my office, staring at that line that promised information about Chen as if it were some kind of cruel joke.When I pulled into Adam’s compound, the house was glowing warmly in the evening light, the windows like little beacons calling me in. I parked, stepped out of the car, and as soon as I e

Hannah’s POVThe drive back home felt nothing like the drive there.When Adam pulled out of Enders Block, neither of us said a word for several minutes. The black flash drive sat between us in the cup holder like it had its own weight, like it was watching us. The streetlights slid over the windshield in dull orange streaks, and I kept rubbing my palms against my thighs because they wouldn’t stop sweating.“You okay?” Adam finally asked, his eyes still on the road.“I don’t know,” I admitted. “My head feels like it’s buzzing.”“That place gave me the creeps.”“You and me both.”I leaned my head against the window, watching the abandoned buildings fade behind us. We hadn’t seen anyone. No footsteps, no whisper, no movement—just that lonely chair and the envelope waiting for us like some silent dare. Whoever had sent that email knew exactly what they were doing. They had lured us there and vanished like ghosts.“Do you think we were followed?” I asked suddenly.Adam’s hands tightened on

Hannah’s POVThe moment Adam gave me the idea, I stopped feeling like a victim.I started feeling like a strategist.Chen had built his empire on fear—on secrets he could twist into weapons, on people’s worst mistakes held tightly in his fist. He didn’t need loyalty; he needed leverage. And for the first time since he stripped my father of everything, I realized something that made my heart pound with renewed power:If I could take away his leverage, I could take away his throne.I began with Mr. Lewis.His file was the thickest—page after page of financial breakdowns, overdue loans, unpaid interests, silent creditors. Chen had cornered him with debt, made him so desperate that obedience felt like oxygen.I didn’t call him at first.Adam had helped.“I’ll take care of it,” Adam replied without hesitation. “How do you want me to approach it?”“As an external contractor,” I said. “No trace back to me. I want him free before I even speak to him.”Two days later, I got the call.“It’s don