Semua Bab Billionaire ex-husband craves me back: Bab 31 - Bab 40

Donald's POVIt's just six a.m in the morning, but I'm already up, going through the files that needed my prior attention. Personally, I'm an early morning person. I like to work when the rest of the world is still in bed, that's when I get the most energy.I sipped my coffee from the mug gently, my other hand holding down the mouse as I stared at the laptop in front of me. The taste of the coffee hit my tongue, and I nodded. It was just the way I like my coffee.Laura was still sleeping soundly when I got out of bed. For a moment, I watched her sleep. Watching the rise and fall of her chest was kind of therapeutic for me, not to mention, the way her face glowed like a rainbow after a heavy rain.It was already days since my younger sister, Eva, came to the house. I still remembered the look on Eva's face and her exact words as she stepped out of the house. I didn't understand why my family didn't want Laura. I had fallen in love with Laura right from my teenage days. During that time

Donald's POV I still find it hard to believe it was Sophia in that garb, cleaner's clothing. If someone had shown me a video or a photo, then I'd have actually argued it was doctored. I mean, the Sophia I know wasn't so sophisticated. But working as a cleaner? That hits me harder than an earthquake. The last time, I had seen her working as an usher, which was frankly, quite better, not just in pay but also in status. The society I'm familiar with often regard cleaners as the lowest of the bunch. So, I imagine what kind of humiliation she'd be getting from working in that setting.I remember vividly I offered her some good amount of money for the divorce agreement. Why didn't she take the money? At least that would have set her up to some extent. Maybe I should have insisted she take the money. Maybe I should have pleaded with her. It is my fault she's living such a pitiful life. Was it pride that made her reject the money as at then? Damn! This whole thing was so frustrating and not

Sophia's POV I still didn't have an answer for Lucas's words about me being fierce the other day. I didn't want to dwell on the issue, or want to discuss anything about Laura, or Donald. I knew if I'm to discuss Laura with Lucas, there was no way I wouldn't mention Donald, and that might just make me say more than necessary.As the car continued its smooth journey, a comfortable silence settled between us. It was a silence that felt less like an awkward void and more like a shared space, filled with unspoken acknowledgments. Then, out of the blue, Lucas spoke again, his voice a low murmur. "Your dress looks beautiful, Sophia."I blinked, caught completely off guard. My dress? This plain, slightly faded navy dress? It was the most I could do to look presentable after a grueling day of work. It was clean, maybe functional for my role as a cleaner, but beautiful? I felt a blush creep up my neck, heat prickling my cheeks. It was such a simple compliment, so out of the blue, and so… genui

Donald's POV The door was already ajar, Laura wanting to take her leave. I didn't even understand. When did she become like this? I found it hard to digest. A fresh wave of frustration, hot and sharp, washed over me. “Wait,” I blurted out, the word escaping before I could censor it. “What exactly do you mean by going to Paris without my approval?” It was a ridiculous question, I knew. Laura didn’t need my approval for anything, especially not for her extravagant whims. But the sheer audacity, the blatant disregard for our… whatever this was between us, struck a nerve.She paused, her hand on the doorknob, and turned, a slow, deliberate movement that heightened the tension in the room. A flicker of something unreadable crossed her face. It was like a fleeting expression that might have been amusement, or perhaps a hint of something colder. “I mean,” she said, her voice deceptively calm, “that I can sort my own bills, Donald. Pay for my own trips. Unlike your ex-wife, Sophia.”Bringi

Sophia's POV The Tuesday morning air felt lighter, a welcome change after the tension of the weekend. I hummed a little tune as I walked through the familiar halls of Lance corporation, my cleaning supplies neatly organized in a trolley. I wanted to keep things light today, to push aside the lingering worries about being treated with scorn. I remember the word of a long time friend, being worried only get you old. Therefore, I decided to keep things simple and take it one step at a time.Angela, with her bright, cheerful demeanor, caught me by the breakroom. “Morning, Sophia! Ready to tackle the beast?” she chirped, a wide grin on her face. Angela was one of the few bright spots in this cleaning department, her easygoing nature a refreshing contrast to the usual stiffly presence of the other workers.“As I’ll ever be,” I replied, mirroring her smile. We chatted for a few more minutes about the usual office gossip – who was in, who was out, who was rumored to be getting a promotion –