บททั้งหมดของ Never Seen After the Divorce: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

Vicky claimed her penthouse needed renovations after her return. That’s how she ended up in our guest suite—temporarily, of course.James approved it before I could object. "The Rossis have been business partners for for decades," he said, as if that explained everything.Now she floated through our home like she owned it—lounging by the pool in designer bikinis, hosting her parties in our wine cellar, always finding reasons to interrupt when James and I were alone.Tonight, I caught them in the study, heads bent over some legal documents. Vicky’s long finger traced a line on the paper, lingering too close to James’ hand."Sophia!" She smiled when she noticed me. "We're planning my new home theater. You should join us.""I have lab reports to grade," I said, clutching my nightgown. We're divorced now. Whatever James does. Whoever he's with. It's none of my business.Vicky's laugh tinkled like broken glass. "Always buried in your books! James used to do my math homework when we were kid

For forty-eight hours, I'd been drafting and deleting emails to the research institute. How do I tell the director I accidentally pregnant by my soon-to-be-ex husband? My fingers hovered over the keyboard when my phone buzzed. Michael: Boss wants to see you at the gates.Since when did James send his right-man as a messenger boy? I spotted James leaning casually against his Mercedes, the morning sunlight softening his sharp features in a way that made my breath catch for a moment. The way the light traced his jawline, the slight crinkle at the corners of his eyes as he noticed my approach - it was unfair how my pulse still quickened at the sight of him after everything.I quickly looked away, fingers fumbling with my backpack strap as if it demanded all my attention. Four years of marriage, and my traitorous body still reacted to him like we were newlyweds. The heat that rose to my cheeks, the way my skin remembered his touch - biological betrayals I refused to acknowledge. Old hab

The Mercedes swerved violently as James barely avoided colliding with a motorcycle. The rider's furious shout pierced through the closed windows, but James didn't even flinch. His knuckles whitened on the steering wheel, the leather creaking under his grip. "James!" Vicky's manicured hand flew to her chest, her diamond bracelet clinking against the dashboard. "What's wrong with you these days? You forgot about our movie plans, and now you're trying to kill us both?" He didn't look at her. "I'm tired. Ask your girlfriends to go with you." The words came out flat, automatic. His mind was elsewhere—specifically, on the last text Sophia had sent him nearly a month ago. A simple "Lab running late, don't wait up." Nothing since. No calls. No messages.Vicky huffed, reapplying her lipstick in the vanity mirror. "You've been like this since Sophia left for her precious lab. Honestly, she's probably just sulking because you've been spending time with me." James' jaw tightened. That didn

James Moretti's entire body locked up at the student's words."Lost the baby?" The words tasted like broken glass in his mouth.The blue-haired undergrad glared, her grip tightening on her textbooks. "Some bastard got her pregnant and vanished. Didn't even show up when she collapsed." Each syllable landed like a gunshot in the quiet quad.Sophia had been carrying his child.His mind flashed to the hospital - Sophia's pale face in the elevator, the crumpled paper in her fist. And him? Escorting Vicky to her prenatal appointment like a fucking gentleman."Where is she now?" The words scraped his throat raw.The student's lips thinned. "Gone. Left for Switzerland last week."Switzerland.The application forms he'd mocked. The snow he'd claimed she'd hate. Every dismissive comment now a knife twisting in his gut.Midnight found James in his penthouse office, shredding through red tape with a series of violent phone calls. By 3 AM, he had the institute director on a private jet headed to hi

The words James Moretti had rehearsed during the frantic helicopter ride, the desperate digging, the agonizing wait, dissolved like snowflakes on hot skin. Standing before Sophia in the chaotic aftermath of the avalanche, the only thing that emerged was a raw, ragged apology."Sophia," he began, his voice scraped thin by cold and exhaustion. "What you went through... I know. The pregnancy... I know.""Enough!"Sophia cut him off, her voice sharp as glacial ice. A brittle, mocking smile touched her lips. "Did you fly halfway across the world, Mr. Moretti, just to mock how stupid I used to be?" Her words, honed by months of solitary resolve and pain, sliced into him with surgical precision.He flinched, the accusation striking bone. "No! God, no. I... I know how much I hurt you. I was wrong. So wrong." His gaze, bloodshot from thirty hours without sleep, pleaded with her. "Sophia, please. Don't let this divorce be final. Come back."A heavy silence descended, broken only by the distant