All Chapters of No Second Chances, Ex-husband: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

LAUREN'S POVAfter a few minutes of speaking with the receptionist, I noticed the way his shoulders sagged. His head dropped down, and he pinched the bridge of his nose like a man suddenly burdened with the weight of his own mistakes. From that single gesture, I already knew what had happened, he had seen the transfer. He must have been standing there, realizing not only how wrong he’d been, but also calculating how in the world he was going to face me after insulting me so arrogantly.A small, satisfied smile tugged at my lips as I crossed my arms in front of my chest. I didn’t need to hear words to know what was running through his head.Slowly, he turned around, every step back toward us weighted with shame. He eventually stopped in front of us, his expression carefully controlled, though the crack in his composure was obvious. He let out a deep breath, the kind a person takes before swallowing their pride.“We have confirmed your payment,” he finally said, his voice quieter than b

LAUREN'S POV“Alright then, is there something wrong? Because if there is, then you should have told one of the staff to come call me instead of coming all the way here yourself,” I said, my tone polite but edged with curiosity.He shook his head slightly, his eyes fixed on me with a steady, unreadable intensity. “Oh no, everything is fine. I didn’t come here on official business. I came to see you.” His lips curved into a smile, calm yet deliberate, like he already knew the effect his words might have on me.He came to see me, huh? Well, I didn’t want to see him. The last thing I needed right now was my boss standing at my gate, crossing boundaries that shouldn’t even be crossed. This was my home, my safe space. I had already decided I would carry out my plan, let him know I was busy, maybe even not feeling well, so that he could leave quickly without pressing further. But I’d have to phrase it carefully. Too blunt and it would create tension. Too soft and he’d linger.I opened my mo

LAUREN'S POV“You have a lovely home,” Roman said as he lowered himself onto the couch, his tall frame sinking comfortably into the soft cushions. His gaze swept across the room with casual ease, but I could see his eyes quietly studying the details of each picture frame, each piece of furniture as though he was piecing together fragments of who I was from the space around me.I forced a polite smile. “Thank you,” I replied, though my chest felt tight.Beside me, Tessa edged closer, her bowl of ice cream in hand. She leaned in so close that her lips were nearly brushing my ear, her whisper low and sharp. “You didn’t tell me you were bringing him in. I thought you guys were going to talk outside.”Her words carried that unmistakable scolding tone, like she was both shocked and amused at the same time.I flicked my eyes toward Roman, who was already watching us with a raised brow. His expression was unreadable — half curious, half suspicious as though he could sense we were whispering a

ROMAN'S POVJust after getting home from Lauren’s place, I loosened my tie with a sharp tug, the tension in my chest refusing to let up. I shrugged off my jacket and tossed it onto the couch, but my mind was still trapped in the car, haunted by what I had uncovered only minutes ago.The ride back had been nothing more than a blur. The city lights, the movement of traffic, even the voices of people passing along the sidewalks, all of it felt distant, like I was submerged in water. Because the whole time, one image replayed itself over and over: the blog page, the headline, the truth staring me in the face.Lauren Darrow. Ex-wife of Ethan Black.I sank down onto the edge of the couch, elbows resting on my knees, and let out a long exhale. I had discovered something I never thought would ever cross my mind.When I first met Lauren at that club five years ago, she had looked… young. Tired, yes, almost like the world was pressing her shoulders down with too much weight. But she had been st

LAUREN'S POV Let me get this straight, he called me into his office, first thing in the morning, just to tell me he knows the truth? And somehow, I’m supposed to magically understand what he’s talking about? I blinked at Roman, sitting there behind his desk, his eyes fixed on me like he was waiting for something. My brows furrowed slightly, confusion twisting inside my chest. What truth? What in the world is he even talking about? I tried to read his face, but as usual, Roman’s expression was perfectly composed — calm, collected, and annoyingly unreadable. He didn’t even flinch. “I’m sorry,” I finally said, trying to keep my tone polite though my patience was already thinning. “What did you say?” His gaze didn’t waver. “You heard me right,” he repeated slowly, his voice low, steady, and maddeningly confident. “I said I know the truth. Your truth.” Okay, great. So I didn’t mishear him the first time. But what exactly did he mean by my truth? I blinked again, my lips parting sli