Semua Bab Mr. Ex Husband, Why're You Back After Divorce? : Bab 41 - Bab 50

“Oh my God, I heard President Massimo just moved into the other CEO’s office. He’s officially one of our CEOs now and he started today, in this very building!”Katherine froze mid-step, her pulse skipping as she heard the word from her colleague. Massimo? Here? No… that couldn’t be right. Damien hadn’t said a word when he’d visited her two days ago. “I still can’t believe it either,” Rhoda gushed, smoothing her blouse. “This time, I’m so gonna get him all to myself.”Her friend Rose snickered, tossing her hair back. “Ugh, don’t even remind me of that shameless woman who kissed President Massimo in front of everyone. Gosh, I hate her guts.”As if on cue, their eyes landed on Katherine as she stepped in. Heat flushed her palms as they grew clammy, but she straightened her back, forcing herself toward her office without a word.The hatred towards her had intensified the day Massimo kissed her in public.“Oh, look who we have here,” Rhoda sneered, striding directly into Katherine’s path

Chapter Fourty fiveHe lifted the cup and took a slow sip. Katherine shut her eyes, bracing herself, waiting for his inevitable cough, his disgust, the slam of the cup against the desk.Five seconds passed. Ten. Fifteen. There was nothing.Her eyes fluttered open, only to see that Massimo had drained the cup empty. And now, he was staring right at her with unreadable eyes.“Congratulations,” he said flatly, then returned to his paperwork.Katherine blinked at him, stunned. Her gaze darted between him and the empty cup. Did he just… drink it? Did he just drink my spit?Her stomach twisted. Oh God… does this mean he actually liked it? That my saliva mixed with coffee is what satisfied his impossible taste buds?Panic pricked her skin. Does this mean I’ll have to spit into his coffee every single day just to keep him satisfied?“Oh gosh… I’m in trouble,” she whispered under her breath.“Quit staring in shock and go start your work,” Massimo’s voice snapped her out of her daze. “We have

Katherine, Ariana, Willow and Jordan stood huddled at the foot of the bed, their eyes swollen and raw from crying. The hospital light made Tyke’s skin look paper thin with the machines beside him humming. This felt unbearably familiar, first it was Myles, and now Tyke.“It doesn’t add up,” Willow said finally, breaking the tense silence. “How are we supposed to accept ‘accident’ when there’s a wound right here?” He jabbed a finger toward the bandage over Tyke’s chest. “That’s a close-range shot, not a scrape from a crash.”They’d each been at their different places of work when Tyke sent the odd message, a quick line that he was at the hospital. At first they’d laughed it off, because Tyke loved practical jokes. But when his phone stopped answering and a stranger called to tell them he’d been in a “fatal” accident, the joke died. They had arrived to find the doctor tight lipped, telling them men in black had brought Tyke in. “Doctor said his chances are… twenty percent?” Jordan repe

One week laterThe living room was quiet with the kind of silence that carried the weight of everything left unsaid. Katherine sat stiffly on the couch, her fingers absently brushing against the bandage wrapped around her forehead. Ariana shifted in her seat, exhaling shakily. “I still can’t believe everything that’s happened in just one week,” she said, eyes darting around the room. “It still feels like a nightmare I can’t wake up from.”Jordan, sitting cross-legged on the carpet, let out a disbelieving laugh. “Right? Who would’ve ever guessed Tyke was a mafia heir?” he muttered. “He kept something that big from us all this time.”“He should’ve trusted us,” Ariana said. “We were his friends, his family. We wouldn’t have pushed him away if we’d known, we would’ve protected him.” Her lips trembled as tears filled her eyes. “God, I miss him so much, despite everything.”Jordan looked at her sympathetically. “Yeah… he should’ve told us,” he murmured. “But let’s be grateful we’re all st

“What the hell is wrong with you, Mass? Are you insane?” Ariana’s voice sliced through the tension.Massimo didn’t even flinch. “Don’t you dare interfere in what isn’t your business, Ariana.” he said, calmly.Katherine drew a quiet breath and rubbed her palms together to keep from trembling. “It’s fine, Ari,” she murmured, forcing a small smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “I’ll just go prepare now. He’s my boss, afterall.”Before she could go, Damian’s stoped her. “You’re not going anywhere, Kath!” he barked, slamming his palm on the table. “It is my company, and I’m your boss. I decide what happens.” His glare snapped toward Massimo. “This bastard is just an impostor!”“Watch your mouth, little Vortan,” he said evenly, though the ice in his tone could’ve frozen blood. “I don’t take kindly to filth, and especially not from a filthy mouth like yours.”“Say that again,” Damian growled, stepping forward, fists clenched.“I said,” Massimo emphasizes, “Watch. Your. Filthy. Mouth.”C