All Chapters of No Second Chances, Ex-husband: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

ROMAN'S POV I sprayed my perfume, letting the cool mist settle on my collar before carefully placing the bottle back on the table. The crisp, rich scent lingered in the air, blending with the faint trace of aftershave I had used earlier. I paused for a second, taking in my reflection. My suit was already sharp, pressed to perfection, and my cufflinks shined under the soft light. All that remained was my watch. I opened its case with deliberate care, the click echoing in the silent room. The stainless-steel strap glinted, catching the light like it was alive. Sliding it onto my wrist, I adjusted it with practiced precision. The weight of it was familiar, grounding — a small reminder of the control I needed to carry tonight. This wasn’t just another event. This was the event. Investors had traveled across cities, across oceans even, expecting to hear from me. Every second counted, every word would matter. As I fastened the clasp, the vibration of my phone broke the stillness. I glanc

CASSANDRA'S POVI took the glass of champagne from the passing waiter like it was an oxygen tank and swallowed it down in two long gulps. The bubbles burned briefly on my tongue and then cooled, leaving a faint, pleasant sting. It was the little luxury I allowed myself tonight, one stolen breath in a night of constant motion and obedience.Madam manager had just drifted away into the crowd, the smile already on her face as she moved from one client to another. Finally, for the first time since I arrived hours ago, I had a moment to breathe. My shoulders eased minutely, though they remained tired and tight from running errands, carrying bags, and waiting for the next instructions. This was my first time working as a personal assistant. It’s different when you work at a branch, when you manage projects and reports, you deal in numbers and deadlines. This was theater: moods, optics, carefully curated images. And I had learned quickly that the role required patience and a constantly poli

ROMAN'S POV I sat back in my chair and let out a long, heavy sigh, dragging a hand across my face as the adrenaline of the evening finally began to fade. “What a day,” I muttered to myself, my voice barely more than a whisper in the stillness of my office. The gala was finally over, and although the clinking of glasses and scattered chatter still echoed faintly from the hall, in here there was nothing but silence. The event had gone exactly as planned. Every detail had been executed with precision — the décor, the speeches, the entertainment, the presentations. I’d spoken to nearly every shareholder, shaken every hand that mattered, and made certain that they left satisfied. Their expressions alone had been enough to tell me we had succeeded. Hale Industries’ thirtieth anniversary was no small milestone, and tonight I’d made sure it would be remembered as proof of our strength and stability. But of course, there had been one element I hadn’t accounted for. Ethan Black. I leaned m

LAUREN'S POV“Bye, honey, mommy loves you.” My voice softened as I leaned slightly forward, waving at Aria through the tinted glass of the car window. Her tiny hand pressed against the glass in response, and my chest warmed with both love and a sharp pang of longing. No matter how many times I said those words, it never felt enough. I wanted her to feel them deep in her bones, to know that no matter what happened in this chaotic life of mine, she was always the center of my world.The vehicle drove off and I stood there for a few seconds longer, watching as the car disappeared down the street. My lips curled into a smile that quickly slipped into a sigh. That familiar weight settled on me again the weight of secrets, of choices, of paths that could never be retraced.I turned back toward the house, Tessa was already perched comfortably on the couch, her eyes following me with that look the one that meant she was about to start digging.We had been mid-conversation before I stepped out

LAUREN'S POV He thinks we’re here to take selfies and post on our social media? Really? Does he not even see my age? I wasn’t some teenager who wandered in off the street looking for a good picture with a shiny car. My patience was already starting to thin. “Look,” I said firmly, holding his gaze, “clearly you’ve misread the whole situation. We’re not here to take selfies of something that isn’t ours. We’re here to actually get a car that car in particular. But you’re jumping into so many conclusions without even knowing if you’re correct or not.” I took a slow step closer to the man, keeping my voice calm, hoping he would hear the reason in my tone and stop treating me like a nuisance. The polished tile beneath my heels clicked lightly, the sound echoing in the wide dealership lobby. His expression didn’t shift. If anything, it hardened more. “And I’ve told you that you can’t afford this. Do I look like I’m joking? Or do you want me to call security before you actually realize I’