Divorced My Husband And Found Love のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

Delilah’s POVMy palm still stung from the impact, but the sight of Julian’s stunned face, the bright red mark coloring on his cheek, was satisfying. He deserved it. Every hateful word, his betrayal, had earned him that slap.Then, the sudden silence of the lobby registered. My head snapped up. All eyes were on us. The board members and some of Calix’s employees stood frozen, drawn by the unexpected noise. And then I saw him—Calix. He was walking towards us. I could tell he was angry. His face was filled with fury, and his eyes were blazing with an intensity that made my stomach churn.Julian, recovering from his initial shock, immediately turned his anger on me, his voice rising. It was clear that he wanted to be heard by everyone. "You crazy bitch! How dare you lay a hand on me? Do you know who I am? You pathetic little gold-digger! You think just because you’ve somehow wormed your way in here, you can assault people? You’re a tramp, Delilah, a low-class tramp who’s probably trying

Delilah’s povThe elevator ride down the Calix Empire building felt like an eternity. Every second reminded me of the feeling of his hands on me, his mouth on mine. I shook my head. This wasn’t me. This wasn’t the careful, sensible Delilah who lived by reasoning. This was… reckless.When I finally stepped into the bustling lobby, I walked outside where I found Calix’s driver and asked him to take me home. The ride home was a blur. My mind kept replaying the scene in Calix’s office, every touch, every kiss, every gasped breath, every thrust, until my cheeks darkened.I was married to him by contract, a business arrangement. He was Julian’s uncle. He was twice my age. And he had a daughter who, just yesterday morning, had called me a gold-digger and thrown soup on me. The thought of Naomi immediately brought a wave of guilt. How could I have been so lost in… that… when his daughter was probably still hurting, still upset?The driver pulled up to the penthouse and waited for me to get do

Calix’s povThe morning sun was getting hotter, and the mansion's backyard was bathed in a golden glow. Getting a full day off from the relentless demands of the Empire Group was a rare luxury. It was a day to clear my head, to refocus.But my head refused to clear.My gaze drifted towards the large kitchen window. I’d seen her there, just moments before, standing by the counter, a coffee cup in her hand, her hair a little messy from sleep, looking nothing less than captivating. And then she’d seen me. Her eyes had widened as if she had been caught in a forbidden act.A slight smirk touched my lips. She’d been watching. I’d felt her gaze even before I turned. And the knowledge that I had affected her, that her body reacted to mine, satisfied me.I threw the towel over my shoulder and walked towards the outdoor tap, rinsing my hands and splashing cold water on my face. The cold was bracing, but it did nothing to suppress the simmering heat in my veins. It was a different kind of heat f

Delilah’s povThe tension in the air around us intensified. I stumbled forward, crashing against his chest. His lips were on mine in an instant. It was hot, raw, and nothing like the last time. The kiss was greedy, wild, and intense. It spoke of unspoken desires, of a desperate need. And I met him equally, my hunger rising to meet his own, my breath caught somewhere between his mouth and mine.“Calix…” I let out a small moan as he bit on my bottom lip gently.I don’t remember how we got to the bed, only my hands fumbling with clothes desperately. The towel had long since fallen away. I pulled down his sweatpants with a surprising urgency. There was no talking, no whispered words, no gentle foreplay. Just the feel of skin on skin, his mouth devouring every inch of exposed flesh on my skin.His hands were everywhere, trailing down my back, gripping my hips, pulling me closer until there was no space left between us. My fingers tangled in his disheveled hair, pulling him deeper into the

Delilah povThe sound of sizzling garlic hitting hot olive oil filled the kitchen.“A little more salt, perhaps, Mrs Knight?” Carla’s voice came from where she sat on a stool, a small plate of my experimental pasta dish balanced carefully on her lap. She was one of Calix’s employees, a cleaner who had become my unofficial taster, offering honest feedback. She had become someone I considered a friend, and I valued her opinion.“You think so, Carla?” I asked, sprinkling a pinch of salt into the pan of simmering tomato sauce. “I was worried it would overpower the basil.”She took another thoughtful bite. “No, no. Just a little more. I’m sure it will awaken the other flavors, you’ll see.”I nodded, vigorously stirring the sauce and praying it wouldn’t stick to the bottom of the pot like the last time. The wooden spoon felt heavier in my hand with every circular motion. My wrist was starting to ache, but I couldn't stop—not when it was finally beginning to smell right.She walked over and