บททั้งหมดของ Winning My Ex Wife: บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

Edward’s povMr. Kwan, our head of Hospitality Experience, spoke next. “We also need to address guest experience protocols. Are we following the Japanese model of anticipatory service or more western, laid-back hospitality?”“Both,” I said. “Fusion. I want staff who anticipate needs but don’t hover—efficiency with charm. Train the staff to read body language. I don’t want robotic greetings. I want intelligent service.”There were a few raised eyebrows, but no one dared argue.“Also,” I added, leaning back, “implement the room feature I talked about—AI voice-controlled ambiance settings in all penthouse suites. Lighting, music, scent diffusers.”“Won’t that push us over budget?” someone mumbled.“I didn’t ask about the budget,” I said coldly. “I said I wanted it done.”Bryan sighed beside me and scribbled notes.The room was quiet for a beat. Then Leona raised an unsure hand.“There’s one more thing… the press.”I met her eyes. “Go on.”She hesitated. “Some gossip columns have been sni

Eloise’s povJealous of this mysterious man who had managed to make my daughter smile that brightly. Who gave her advice I should’ve given? Who made her feel fathered.And the worst part? I hadn’t done anything wrong. I’d just… not been enough, apparently.That guilt crept in again. Like it always did when I thought about her growing up without a father. I tried so damn hard. I worked. I cleaned. I read bedtime stories with voices. Braided her hair, sang for her to sleep, celebrated her on her birthdays… and the thought of someone showing up to take her away from me scared me.I wiped the counter clean and blinked away the stupid tears that had started building again.I finished what I had to do and then served food as we ate in silence. The rest of the day went by like a breeze. She slept without me singing for her, which was a relief. It gave me time to go to the balcony and fold my arms to look at the city lights in the distance.Was he just being kind? Was it a coincidence? Or was

Eloise’s povWe just stood there and the silence buzzed between us, only broken by the low hum of the fridge and Sandra quietly leaving the room.“I get that, I do,” I said quietly. “But I’m not your enemy here, Edward. I want this to succeed too.”He locked eyes with me. “Then trust me when I tell you this isn’t the dish to do it with.”I wanted to scream. I wanted to throw the plate against the wall. But I subtly shook my head. I was already tired of arguments.“I’ll try again,” I mumbled before returning to the stove.“Step back,” he said, “you look like you’re going to keel over.”“I’m fine,” I snapped, grabbing for another pan. “Perfection doesn’t wait.”He waited for a while as I kept on making the meals I could before I heard him leave.When I was alone, I took in deep breaths and looked around the room I was in.This was my new life now. I could only sigh and try to work with what I had. Sandra came in to join me as she worked in silence before looking at me.“So… Eloise huh,

Eloise’s pov“Getting close on purpose. Like you’re testing me.”“Maybe I am,” he said.I spun around too fast, bumping into him fully this time, our chests pressed awkwardly close in the tight space.“Edward—” I snapped, voice shaking, “—don’t play games with me.”“I’m not playing,” he said, low and serious now. “I’m standing here wondering why I still feel like this around you, after everything.”I stared up at him. Furious. Confused. And God help me… aching.“You left me.”“I know,” he said again, quieter. “I was an idiot.”I pressed my hands to his chest, not to pull him closer — but to push him away. Only… I didn’t push.He covered my hands with his, just for a second.“I think about you more than I should,” he said. “Even now. Especially now.”“Stop talking like that,” I whispered. “You don’t get to.”He let go of my hands, stepping back slightly. I immediately missed the heat.“Okay,” he said softly. “Okay. I just… I wanted to be honest.”I turned away, heart pounding like I’d

Edward’s pov“Look, I’m trying to fix this… to fix us. But I can’t do that if you won’t listen to me.”“That’s the point, Edward.” She stepped forward now, eyes burning. “You can’t fix it. Some things aren’t fixable. You think because you’re suddenly interested. After all, you drop a few regrets and make a few sad eyes, it makes up for abandoning me?”My jaw clenched. “I didn’t abandon you.”“You left,” she snapped. “You left and didn’t call, not once. You knew I cared and you walked. Don’t you dare stand there and act like that wasn’t abandonment.”I opened my mouth, then closed it again. There was nothing to say to that. Nothing that would make it less true.”You had your chance,” she said. “Now forget it all and let me work in peace.”“I do care.”Her hands froze.“I never stopped.” She didn’t turn. Didn’t move.I took another step closer, slower this time. “I didn’t know how to handle it, Eloise. I didn’t. I was too young and—and confused and scared and—I don’t know,” I whispered