Todos os capítulos de After Divorcing My Husband, I became His Boss: Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

Hannah's POV:I stood in front of my mirror, the morning sun filtering through the curtains, casting a soft glow across my face. The coolness of the foundation felt nice against my skin as I applied it lightly, just enough to enhance what I already had. My hair cascaded down in gentle, wavy locks, framing my face beautifully. A swipe of rosy lipstick completed my look. I didn’t want to overdo it; I never had to. I was confident in my own skin, but today was special—it was my first day at the company branch my father had entrusted to me.I took a deep breath as I walked over to my wardrobe. I needed to look sharp, to command respect and authority. My eyes scanned the hangers, and at the very end, I caught sight of it: the black suit. I pulled it out, running my fingers over the smooth fabric. Memories flooded my mind—Adam had bought this suit for me when I first moved into his house to start working with Josh. Back then, I had nothing but oversized coats and baggy suits because Hayes h

Hannah's POV:Today was the day I had planned to meet Josh. If I wanted to win the bet with Maria, I knew I had to take action. Maria wasn't going to play fair; after all, she had already pulled a sneaky move by buying off all my staff. But this was my game too, and I wasn't about to let anyone walk all over me.I tied my hair back into a ponytail, grabbed my bag and car keys, and headed out of my room. The moment I slammed the door shut behind me, my eyes landed on Lenora's door right across the hallway. I moved closer and knocked.“Come in,” Lenora’s voice came from inside.I pushed the door open and entered her room. It was cozy, filled with soft light that filtered through the curtains. There she was, sitting up on her bed with her head leaning against the headboard, a book held loosely in her hands.“Hey, how's the report going?” I asked, standing at the center of the room, scanning the space as I spoke.Lenora shrugged her shoulders and took a shallow breath. “I’m writing down a

Adam's POV:It was morning when I woke up on the couch, the dull light of the morning filtering through the window. My phone lay in my palm, and for a moment, I had to remember where I was. Last night had been a disaster. After sending Hannah those flowers and eagerly waiting for her response, all I received was silence. The text I'd hoped would break the ice never came, and my heart sank when I realized I had drifted off without hearing from her.Then my phone rang.“Please let it be her,” I muttered, squinting as I checked my phone, hoping for even a flicker of life that suggested she had reached out. Just my luck—my assistant's voice buzzed through the receiver instead, pulling me back to reality.“Sir, your 8am is on his way,” she informed me. I groaned, pushing my hair back, trying to shake off the remnants of sleep. “I'll be there soon,” I replied, ending the call with a sigh. I tossed my phone onto the couch, frustration boiling beneath my skin. Hannah really didn't call, not

Hannah's POV:That evening, as I trudged home from work, all I could think about was soaking in a hot shower and collapsing into bed. After a long day packed with back-to-back meetings and finalizing the proposal for the government contract, I felt drained, like a battery that had been pushed too far. My mind was whirling with deadlines, expectations, and that nagging feeling of fatigue that settled deep within my bones.As I opened the door to the house, the familiar scent of home greeted me. Yet, my peace was short-lived. There on the double seater was Maria, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “You won't get the government contract,” she chirped, as if that was the most normal thing to say upon seeing someone after a long day.“Great. Just what I needed to hear tonight,” I muttered under my breath, bracing myself for the storm of words I didn’t want to engage in. Just that afternoon, I had presented my team’s ideas, each one bringing us closer to what I believed would be a winning pr

Hannah's POV:As I stood in the middle of my hotel suite, I didn’t just feel like a storm had hit; I felt like I was the storm itself. Clothes were strewn everywhere, and the bed looked like it hadn’t been touched in days. I tossed aside the duvet cover for what felt like the hundredth time, half convinced that Maria had planted something here, though I really couldn’t tell what or why. It was ridiculous, really. I could hear my own thoughts echoing off the chaotic walls of my mind.Just then, Alina entered, his brow furrowed with concern. “Is everything okay?” he asked, taking in the mess with wide eyes. His voice startled me out of my frantic search, and I froze, hands gripping the sheets.Of course, everything wasn’t okay. How could it be? My life felt like a tangled ball of yarn, with stress from work, the weight of Adam's expectations, and now this ridiculous situation with Maria hanging over me. I felt like I was drowning, but more than that, I felt trapped in my own head.Befor