Lahat ng Kabanata ng No Second Chances, Ex-husband: Kabanata 121 - Kabanata 130

ROMAN'S POV“Every time we speak, I see more reason to find you even more interesting,” I said, my voice lower than usual, carrying that careful weight I only used when I meant every word. I leaned a little closer, resting on the edge of the desk that separated us, my gaze fixed on her. Her eyes were unreadable, calm like still water but I knew beneath that calmness there was always a storm. There was always something going on behind those eyes, something I couldn’t quite touch, no matter how much I wanted to.For a moment, she didn’t respond. I studied her face carefully the way her lashes lowered slightly when she was thinking, the way her lips pressed together like she was holding herself back from saying something she shouldn’t.I wanted to know everything about her. Every secret, every scar, every reason she kept her guard up the way she did.“I’ve come across a lot of women in this life,” I went on, my tone thoughtful, “and most of them… they just want money. And yes, I underst

ROMAN'S POV “Hold on a minute,” she said suddenly, lifting her finger as though signaling me to pause, her brows furrowed slightly in concentration. There was a spark of realization in her eyes, the kind you see when someone is putting scattered puzzle pieces together in their mind. “You’re saying…” she began, leaning forward a little, “we both went to the same college, and Ethan also tried taking all the credit for both of your work?” Her tone was part disbelief, part intrigue, as if she was still trying to wrap her head around it all. I gave a small nod, resting my elbows on the armrest of my chair. “You said you met Ethan in college, so yeah,” I replied with a faint smile, “we both went to the same college. What a small world, huh?” She exhaled through her nose, shaking her head slightly in that quiet amazement that said, of course it had to be Ethan. “Secondly,” I continued, my voice deepening a little, “yes. I don’t know who he started listening to, or maybe it was just his

ROMAN'S POV“Seriously?” Jeff said, his voice dripping with disbelief, his brows furrowing as his face twisted into the same shock I had worn when I first found out myself.“Yes,” I replied calmly, leaning back in my chair. “I was just as surprised.”He blinked a few times, trying to process the words. “And she’s working here, for you?”“Is there a problem with that?” I countered, my tone even though I already knew where his mind was heading.Jeff leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on his knees. “Roman, you know how Ethan can be,” he began, his voice lowering like he was about to drop a heavy truth. “I’m sure he can go to any lengths possible to bring down your company. What if she’s still working with him? What if he sent her here to get more information, to sabotage everything you’ve built?”I paused for a moment, watching the intensity in his eyes. The thought was absurd, ridiculous even, and yet he said it with such seriousness that I couldn’t help but let out a small lau

ROMAN'S POVI let out a slow, weary sigh, dragging both hands through my hair until my fingers clenched at the back of my head. My thoughts were spinning too fast to catch.“No, I didn’t know about that,” I said finally, my voice sounding rougher than I intended. “But that isn’t what’s got me worried.”Jeff’s eyes narrowed slightly. “Then what’s the problem?”That was the question, wasn’t it? What exactly was the problem?I stared at the floor for a few seconds, lost in the fog of my own thoughts. I couldn’t just jump to conclusions when I didn’t even have solid proof yet. Sure, finding out that Aria wasn’t Ethan’s daughter was shocking, more shocking than I could put into words but that alone didn’t mean anything definitive. There were still too many missing pieces.It was possible that while Lauren was in Italy, she might’ve been with someone else. Maybe she got pregnant for that person and, for some reason, decided to blame it on Ethan Black. But… why would she do that?Didn’t she

LAUREN'S POVWe walked into the small office that the nurse had led us into. A middle-aged man sat behind a neat desk, pens, and a half-empty cup of coffee that had probably gone cold hours ago. He looked up the moment we entered, his expression polite but distracted as his eyes darted from the paperwork in front of him to us.“Dr. James, they’re here to see you,” the nurse said, her tone brisk but professional.He gave her a quick nod before his gaze lingered on me and then dropped to Aria, who clung gently to my hand. His expression softened a little. Then he reached for the document the nurse handed him. “They’re here for a DNA ancestry test,” she added.I quickly corrected, “Just my daughter, I’m not included.” I smiled faintly as I took a seat opposite his desk, adjusting my bag on my lap.Dr. James scanned the paper silently, his brows furrowing slightly in concentration. The sound of the wall clock ticking filled the quiet room. After a moment, he gave a small nod to the nurse,