All Chapters of After Divorcing My Ex-Husband, I became His Boss: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Hannah’s POV: The chandelier hung over the dining room like a crown, casting a warm glow over the setting. Its crystals sparkled, reflecting the multitude of emotions swirling in the air. The clicking of spoons against fine china with mumbling from earlier had stopped and was now replaced by a tense silence swirling in the air like a haunting ghost. I took in the faces of all my family members seated at the table. My mother was the picture of disbelief, her mouth slightly agape as she tried to process what was happening. Across from her, my younger brothers wore expressions that blended confusion with shock—their eyes darting between me and Adam, who has just openly claimed to be my boyfriend. And then there was Maria, a water droplet still dazing her lips, the aftermath of the outpour she made that had unceremoniously landed on Stiles. Stiles himself had an amusing mix of irritation and confusion, which only deepened the tension. My father walked over to where we stood. “Welcome to

Hannah's POV: The vibrant lights of the banquet hall cast a soft glow over the elegantly arranged tables, illuminating faces filled with anticipation. I stood there beside my father at the podium, my heart unsteady but my face didn't show it. I was supposed to have been off the stage by now because all my father had told me was that he'd call me out to formally introduce me to everyone present. But we had long done that and I was still on the stage with him. He had something else planned. The moment began to feel a little overwhelming—the kind you imagine but never quite know how you will react until it happens to you. The quiet murmurs of the crowd faded into a buzzing silence as my father cleared his throat and grabbed the microphone. “I’m sure you all must be curious as to why I’m introducing her like this in public,” he began, his voice strong yet warm. “You know I’m not one for theatrics if it’s not necessary.” With a firm grip, he took my hand and pulled it forward, presenting

Hannah’s POV: The morning light streamed through the bars of the window, casting stripes across the room, illuminating dust motes dancing lazily in the air. I sat up in bed, my mind still foggy from sleep and yesterday's night memory but slowly shaking off the remnants of dreams. My gaze drifted to the couch, the empty space where Adam had slept just a few hours before. Had he gone back home? No, that didn't seem right. Adam never left without saying something, at least not this time. Just as I started to question it, the bathroom door creaked open. There he was—towel wrapped snugly around his waist, droplets of water glistening on his skin. His hair clung to his forehead, framing those striking features that always made my heart race. Instinctively, I tried to look away, my cheeks flushing in a deep shade of pink. “I didn't know you were awake already,” Adam said, brushing his hair back with one hand, revealing a glimpse of his abs that made my breath hitch for a moment. “No, it's

Hannah’s POV:The sun hung high in the sky, casting vibrant rays that sparkled through the leaves of the trees surrounding the tech competition venue. My heart raced as I stood outside the building, laptop clutched securely under my arm. Today was the day I had been waiting for—the first phase of the tech competition. The air was thick with excitement and anxiety, a cocktail that seemed to invigorate everyone around me. Faces lined up, each one sporting the same determined expression, all ready to take a chance on their dreams.I found a shaded spot beneath a large oak tree where a few seats were empty, perfect for a moment of quiet before the chaos began. I set my laptop down on my lap, feeling the cool metal against my skin. While I organized my files and notes, I could hear snippets of conversation from others waiting in line, their voices blending into a muffled hum of hope and anticipation.Just then, I spotted Josh making his way toward me, a confident grin plastered across his

Hannah's POV:I had put everything into my project, every sleepless night and every moment of doubt, and now it was time to show the judges—and everyone else—what I had been working on, this happens.It wasn’t unusual for two participants to present the same topic; I had heard of instances where four people presented the same project idea in past competitions. Yet, this felt different, somehow. This wasn’t a mere coincidence; it was intentional. It was infuriatingly obvious that Hayes had told the details about my project to Maria. After all, he was the one I’d initially shown it to back then before our divorce when I was working on it for Lenora. I bet he thought could still steal my work like he always did, he hadn't learnt his lesson at all. “Same topic, wow,” remarked one of the judges, a chubby woman with warm brunette hair, who peered over her glasses with an amused look on her face.“It won’t be the first time,” added another judge, a slender man with a bushy beard. He adjuste