Semua Bab 365 Days To Ruin My Ex Husband’s Life : Bab 81 - Bab 90

Chapter 82:A First-Day Jolt Day 29/365 VICKY My first day as Vice President should have felt like a spotlight moment. Instead, I found myself slouched in my chair, swapping documents more times than I care to admit. By midday, my eyelids were heavy and the files—contracts, spreadsheets, memos—felt as dull as dishwater, at least i was familiar with dishwashers. Julia was out for lunch and the office felt too quiet. Too serious. I picked up a pen, tapped it on the desk, and sighed, this was boring . I glanced over at Rue’s office—just across the hall. He’d told me not to worry, that he’d review my work until I settled in. Out of nowhere, I thought: it wouldn’t hurt to walk over and say hello, maybe we could have a chat and he would keep me company So I stood, smoothed my skirt, fixed my hair and lipgloss , and headed toward his door. It was locked. Not unusual. I gently pushed it—and it swung open. i had forgot to knock . I opened it still and it looked like he had a v

Chapter 84: No HangoverRUEMy head felt like a construction site, it felt like drills, hammers, a whole lot—when my eyes finally fluttered open. The first thing I noticed was the warmth next to me. Vicky was nestled against my chest, she was curled up like she was protecting something fragile.She looked so impossibly sweet—innocent even—her eyes were perfectly shut, her hair was messy but it was cute ,For a moment, I forgot the headache. Forget the world. Just stared at her, thinking, How did I get this lucky?Then I saw her eyelids flutter. She blinked, groggy, and I closed my eyes faking i was asleep so we could stay for more time . Her fingers slid from my chest, and she yawned. I would have warned her, but before I could speak, her body shifted. She was unwrapping herself, gently easing out of the sheets, was she sneaking out ?“Where are you going?” I croaked.She froze. Then smiled, sleepy and sly. “You’re awake?”“Yes,” I groaned, attempting to charm. “And why are you sneak

Chapter 86: The Villian and His Lady Valerie’s eyes were glued to her phone, refreshing the job portal on Sienna’s website like her life depended on it. She didn’t even care if her friends were still blabbing . “ She’s still on that damn website “Talia scoffed “ This is such a difficult thing to watch , i’m going home “ Brielle added “ Oh come on , you guys are overreacting with this , i just want a job “ she smirked “Sure,” rolled her eyes. “Let me know how pretending to take coffee orders helps you sleep at night. I’m out.” “ i’m coming too …” Talia followed . “ Good byeeeee”Valerie waved them off . When the door slammed shut, Valerie stared at the screen again. New update: “Application Received – Processing.” She smiled. Good. Exactly how she wanted it. By the time Williams walked into the apartment two hours later, she was still on the couch, one leg tucked under her robe, sipping lukewarm tea. “You’re back,” she said, not even turning. Williams dropped his brie

Chapter 88: Scream TherapyDay 30/365VICKYI had egg yolk in places I didn’t even know existed. And even though I had changed out of that dress—burned it in my mind, actually—the shame? Still stuck to my skin like it was scented.Rue insisted we leave early. I didn’t argue. Honestly, I didn’t have the energy.We didn’t say much as we walked to the car, and the silence in the ride home was starting to feel like a punishment. I was sitting beside the man who chased after my egg-thrower like some knight in polished shoes, and all I could think of was how to pretend this wasn’t eating me alive.So, I tried humor.I tucked my hair behind my ear and said, “At least your mother might like me more now. You know… after I got baptized with egg yolks in public.”Nothing.I turned slightly. “You didn’t even crack a smile. Get it? Crack?”Still nothing.“God, tough crowd,” I muttered, leaning back in the seat.Rue glanced at me. “You don’t have to pretend.”I blinked. “Pretend what?”“That you’re

Chapter 90:A Shoulder to Lean OnDay 31/365VICKYI’ve never been more grateful for a public holiday in my entire life.After last night’s eggy disaster, waking up felt like peeling off shame from my pores. I took a long bath, used all the expensive soaps Rue stacked in the guest bathroom, even that lavender one that smells like money and retirement plans. And still—still—I swore I could smell egg yolk on my skin.Maybe it was in my head. Or maybe humiliation really does linger longer than perfume.I wrapped myself in my robe and made my way downstairs. The house was quiet, almost suspiciously so. Rue was in the kitchen wearing his hoodie like he was trying to pretend he was a regular guy and not the man whose entire bloodline witnessed my public egging.He turned when he saw me. “Morning,” he said, far too casual. Like nothing happened.“Morning,” I replied, squinting at him. “You look… suspiciously calm.” “ How was your night ? did you sleep well ?” He asked his face beaming with s