Chasing After My Ex-Husband のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

THREE WEEKS LATER: THE GRAND LAUNCH EVENTThe grand hall buzzed with energy. Crystal chandeliers sparkled overhead, casting a soft glow across the room filled with business leaders, reporters, and photographers. Tables lined the walls, showcasing sleek displays of the new product, a cutting-edge tech innovation that Carter Enterprises and Blackwood Empire had poured months of work into.Lena stood near the stage, her heart beating rapidly as she watched guests file in. She wore a fitted navy blue dress, her hair cascading in loose waves down her back. She clutched her speech cards in one hand, taking slow breaths to steady herself.“You look amazing,” Arianna whispered, standing beside her. “And everything is perfect. The turnout is huge.”Lena offered a tight smile. “I just wish Grayson were here,” she admitted, her eyes scanning the room out of habit.Arianna squeezed her arm. “He sent Rick, didn’t he? That’s something.”Lena nodded, her gaze landing on Rick, who stood near the repo

After everyone had left, the venue grew quiet, the hum of conversation fading as the last of the guests disappeared through the grand doors. Lena stood in the middle of the hall, her heels aching, but a soft smile played on her lips. She looked around, seeing her team tidying up loose ends, collecting papers, stacking leftover brochures, and chatting in low voices as they packed up.Arianna walked over, rubbing her neck with a tired sigh. “That was a huge success,” she said, her voice laced with tiredness.Lena nodded, her heart full. “It wouldn’t have been possible without you all.” She turned to see Rick checking his phone, already coordinating details with Grayson despite how late it was. The rest of the team stayed, still riding the high of the night’s success.She clapped her hands together, drawing their attention. “Everyone, I just wanted to say thank you. Truly.” Her voice softened. “You’ve all worked so hard for this launch, and it turned out better than I could’ve imagined.

Kael’s car moved smoothly through the quiet streets, the hum of the engine filling the silence. Ayla stared out the window, her fingers lightly tracing the edge of her black jacket. The club lights faded into the distance, replaced by dark roads and glowing street lights.Kael glanced at her, his hands steady on the wheel. “You’re quiet,” he said, his voice low but calm.Ayla shrugged, her breath fogging up the window. “Just tired, I guess.” She muttered, unsure.He didn’t buy it, but he didn’t push either. That was one thing she appreciated about Kael, he didn’t dig into her wounds unless she let him.“She seems like a good person,” he said after a while, keeping his eyes on the road.“Lena?” Ayla turned to look at him.Kael nodded. “Yeah. It looked... easy, being around her.”“It was,” Ayla admitted, her voice soft. “I don’t think I’ve laughed like that in a long time.”“That’s good.” Kael’s fingers tapped against the steering wheel. “You should have more people like that in your li

Lena slid into the passenger seat of Grayson’s car, her hands resting on her lap as he pulled away from the drive way. The leather seats smelled like him, clean, with a hint of that subtle cologne she’d grown to love. She turned her head to look at him, watching the way his fingers tapped lightly against the steering wheel.“How are you feeling?” he asked, glancing at her with a soft smile.“Better,” Lena said, smoothing her blouse over her stomach. Her bump wasn’t showing yet, but knowing she was carrying life inside her made everything feel different. “Tired, but not as bad as last week.”Grayson’s smile widened. “Good. I read somewhere that eating small meals throughout the day helps.”Lena laughed. “Have you been researching pregnancy?”He shrugged. “Maybe. I just want to make sure you’re okay.”Her heart swelled, and she reached over to squeeze his hand. He laced their fingers together, rubbing his thumb over her skin as he drove through the city.They arrived at a quiet restaura

Ayla stood outside the old, familiar house, her heart thudding in her chest. The cool night air bit at her skin, but she barely noticed. Her fingers curled around the window frame, the same window she used to sneak out of when she needed to escape the suffocating atmosphere inside.The house looked the same, almost too the same. The white paint on the walls, the neatly trimmed hedges, and the dim glow of the lights peeking through the curtains. But to Ayla, it wasn’t home. It hadn’t been home for a long time.She inhaled sharply, her chest tight. She shouldn’t be here. She knew that. But after everything, the betrayal, the humiliation, the burning rage that simmered beneath her skin, she needed answers.And she’d get them.Carefully, Ayla climbed through the window, her movements silent. She landed softly on the plush carpet of her old room, now stripped bare of anything that belonged to her. The bed was gone. The posters she’d taped to the walls, the books she kept on the shelves, al