Semua Bab After Divorcing My Ex-Husband, I became His Boss: Bab 81 - Bab 90

Hannah's POV: I couldn't show it. I couldn't allow him to see how affected I was by seeing him. Because then it meant all my restraints have been for nothing. And what would that make me? Nothing more than a hypocrite. I turned on my heels, set to leave, but something stopped me in my tracks. Not something physical; it was something stronger than that. His words. “Are you that scared of letting love in again?” His words cut through like a blade through skin, sharp and imposingly painful. My legs wobbled, but I held firm. I didn't turn back. I couldn't. “You claim our relationship stopped because of how I reacted to you bailing Lenora out of jail, but really, you stopped because you were scared.” He fired out without missing a bit. My hands rolled into a fist around my bag handle. I didn't want to hear it. “Adam, stop, I—” He didn't. Today he had decided to not back down like the last time. He had decided to get me to admit something that even I myself didn't want to fully beli

Hannah's POV:Crimson red blazed from the end of the hall. The perpetrator was long gone now. I had called the fire service, and now I was trying to save as much of our documents and property as I could.The fire was still in its early stage; it hadn't begun to spread too wide yet. I dashed down the hall again, grabbing another box of packed gadgets and throwing it down with the others down below.I ran back in again. But now the fire was catching faster, burning as high as the ceiling. Still, I couldn't leave anything behind. I dashed in and grabbed the last of the boxes and headed out.And that was when it happened. The flames burnt loose the weakened ceiling, and it came crashing down in chunks. Before I could realize what was happening, it was too late; a huge piece had landed on my head. I dropped to the floor with a loud yelp.Still, I managed to push the box out of the space with the last of my strength. Now I just lay on the floor, my head aching badly and my vision blurring.

Hannah’s POV:Maria’s face twisted the moment I said the words. Her lips trembled, her eyes darting away, and for once she didn’t have a witty comeback ready. The proud, polished sister who always had an audience suddenly looked like a child caught red-handed.But I didn’t let my gaze soften. Not this time.Before she could respond, the sound of footsteps echoed from the hallway. A familiar voice floated in, calm and delicate, as if the house wasn’t suffocating with tension.“Hannah, stop.”It was my mother. She walked in with a tray of fruit, the faint smell of oranges mixing with the cold air of the room. Her smile wasn’t for me, of course. She set the tray down in front of Maria, touching her shoulder gently like she was some fragile doll.“I brought this for you, Maria. You mustn’t dwell on what happened tonight. It’s just one award. Nothing to cry about.”Maria pressed her lips together, milking the sympathy with a practiced look of defeat.I couldn’t help the laugh that slipped

Maria’s POV:The sunlight had slipped through the curtains in thin streaks, spreading across the ceiling like golden blades. I lay flat on my back, staring up at them, but they didn’t warm me. They mocked me. Each strip of light felt like Hannah’s smile—bright, triumphant, untouchable.Hannah.Even thinking her name made bile rise in my throat. She had stolen everything from me. The company should have been mine. I had poured my charm, my wit, my careful image into shaping that future, and then, with one sweep of her smug little hand, Hannah had taken it all. Now, everyone looked at her as though she were some perfect goddess, the kind people wanted to worship.I clenched the bedsheet until my knuckles burned white.The door creaked open, and I forced myself to relax. Rage could never show. Not here. Not with him.Stiles walked in with a tray balanced in his hands. The smell of buttered toast and coffee filled the room. He looked at me the way a man looks at his whole world, eyes soft

Hannah's POV:“It’s Miss Hannah, not Mrs.” The words flew out of me sharper than I intended, like a blade snapping free. If I let his mistake linger even a heartbeat longer, it might root itself in the air, become real, become truth.Adam’s brows ticked up in surprise. Just for a second. He wasn’t the type to get shaken easily, but my tone had clearly landed harder than I’d meant.“Sorry,” he said after a moment, his voice calm, even steady. “Slip of the tongue.”I crossed my arms, my chest tight. “You arranged this, didn’t you?” He blinked, genuinely confused. “Arranged what?”I scoffed, shifting the strap of my bag higher on my shoulder. “Don’t play innocent. What are the odds we’d both end up in the same hotel, in the same room? You must’ve had a hand in this.”For a second, something hard flickered in his eyes. He wasn’t angry yet, but he wasn’t pleased either. His jaw tightened. “Hannah, stop.”The sound of my name in his voice froze me. It wasn’t loud, but sharp, like a whip cr