Chasing After My Ex-Husband のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

Ayla hummed quietly as she stepped out of the car, holding a few shopping bags in her hands. The sun was going down, painting the sky in soft shades of orange and pink. It should have been a perfect day. She had spent hours picking out last-minute things for her wedding, perfume, jewelry, and a silk robe for the morning. Tomorrow, she was supposed to marry the man she loved.Her heart felt full just thinking about Ethan. She couldn’t wait to see him standing at the altar, waiting for her with that gentle smile he always gave her."Miss Ayla, I’ll carry those for you," the maid, Clara, offered, reaching for the bags."Thank you, Clara," Ayla said, handing them over. She pulled a small velvet box from her purse, opening it to reveal silver cufflinks with her and Ethan’s initials. "I want to give him this tonight. It feels silly to wait."Clara shifted on her feet, her eyes darting away."Are you alright?" Ayla asked, tilting her head.Clara swallowed hard. "Yes, miss. I... I just rememb

Lena stepped into the VIP section, her heart beating a little faster. The room was quieter than the rest of the club, with softer music playing and dim lights glowing above. The air smelled like expensive cigars and alcohol. Plush leather couches were spread around, and a glass table sat in the center, covered with half empty glasses and a few plates of untouched snacks.Her eyes landed on Grayson immediately. He was sitting on a couch at the far end of the room, one arm resting on the back of the seat. He had a cold, distant look on his face, his attention glued to his phone screen.There were three other men in the room. One sat with a woman, her hand resting on his thigh as she whispered something in his ear. The man chuckled, nodding as he sipped his drink. The other two men sat across from each other, deep in conversation, their hands moving as they discussed something, probably business.Lena felt a little out of place, but she squared her shoulders and walked towards Grayson. S

A waiter approached where Lena and Grayson sat, a polite smile on his face. “Good evening. What would you like to order?”Grayson didn’t even look at the menu. “Bring a bottle of Le Montagne.”Lena blinked. She’d never heard of that wine before, but she didn’t ask. It wasn’t the wine that made her chest feel heavy, it was Grayson’s cold tone.The waiter nodded and turned to leave, but Grayson’s voice stopped him.“And an extra service,” he added.Lena froze. Her heart dropped like a stone. She turned to Grayson, her eyes wide with shock and hurt. But he wasn’t looking at her. His gaze was on his phone, fingers tapping like she didn’t even exist.Lena wasn’t stupid. She knew what “extra service” meant in a club like this.The waiter bowed slightly and walked away, leaving Lena staring at Grayson like he was a stranger.Her hands curled into fists on her lap, her nails digging into her skin. “What do you mean by extra service?” she asked, her voice shaking.Grayson didn’t answer right a

A PENTHOUSE The morning light crept through the room curtains, casting soft rays across the crumpled sheets. Ayla blinked awake, her head pounding from the night before. The faint smell of alcohol lingered in the air, mixing with the scent of unfamiliar cologne.She shifted in the bed, careful not to disturb the man sleeping beside her. His dark hair fell over his forehead, and his breathing was steady, peaceful.For a moment, Ayla just stared at him.Who are you?She didn't know his name. She hadn't asked, and he hadn't offered. Last night was supposed to be a way to forget, to drown out the ache in her chest. But now, reality was creeping back in, and she hated how heavy it felt.Carefully, Ayla slid out of bed, her feet touching the cold floor. She grabbed her clothes, quickly slipping into them while glancing back at the man.He looked... calm. Almost too calm for someone who had shared such an intense night with a complete stranger.Ayla stood by the door, her fingers trembling

Kael was quiet as the car drove through the busy city streets. His thoughts were far from the office or the meetings waiting for him. His mind kept going back to the scene this morning, when he found Ayla standing on the edge of the bridge. The way she had looked at him, her eyes filled with pain, still haunted him.He shook his head, trying to clear the thoughts. He couldn’t let it distract him. FOCUS. He had work to do.Beside him, Leo sat in the driver's seat, driving carefully through the traffic. Leo glanced over at Kael, sensing something was off.“You good, boss?” Leo asked, his voice low.Kael didn’t answer right away. He stared out the window, his jaw clenched. “No,” he finally said. “I can’t stop thinking about her.”Leo knew exactly who Kael meant. The woman from this morning. “You did what you could,” Leo said. “She’ll need time.”Kael didn’t respond. His thoughts were with Ayla, how broken she looked, how she had seemed like she was ready to give up. The words she’d said