All Chapters of Scent of my mistress : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Damian's Point of ViewSleep never came.I spent the entire night lying on my bed with my eyes fixed on the ceiling, replaying everything that had happened over the last few days. Every time I closed my eyes, Andrew's face appeared before me, followed by the shaky handwriting in the letter he had left behind.By morning, I had made up my mind.There was only one place that could give me the answers I needed.After taking a quick shower and changing into a dark suit, I picked up my car keys and left the house. The drive into the city was unusually quiet, but my thoughts were anything but peaceful.Andrew had built his business over several decades.If there was anything he had been hiding, it had to be somewhere inside his office.Nearly forty minutes later, I pulled into the parking lot of Andrew's company. The building stood exactly as I remembered it, but something about it felt different now.The flags hanging outside fluttered gently in the wind, while employees walked in and out

Chapter 93 Damian’s Point of View The television had been on for almost an hour. I hadn’t registered a single word. My laptop sat open on the coffee table, company reports waiting, but my eyes kept drifting to Andrew’s letter beside it. Then my phone vibrated. I barely glanced at the screen before picking it up. BREAKING: Carter Group CEO at the Centre of Fresh Scandal. My heart stuttered. I opened the first article. The photographs loaded one after another, impossible to look away from. “Lydia…” I scrolled through every link.. “Damn it.” I dragged a hand through my hair and started pacing. This wasn’t only about her anymore. The divorce scandal had already put the company under a microscope. If shareholders started losing faith now, the stock would take the hit. Of all the times for this to surface. Another thought cut through the noise. Rachel. She was the only one who gained anything from watching Lydia burn. After everything that happened with her job

Damian's Point of ViewThe drive home felt longer than usual.I rested one hand on the steering wheel while the other lay loosely on Andrew's envelope on the passenger seat. Every traffic light seemed to hold me back a little longer, leaving me alone with thoughts I had spent days trying to outrun.By the time I pulled into the driveway, the afternoon sun had begun to fade.The mansion stood exactly as I had left it, grand and imposing, yet it no longer felt like home. The silence surrounding it was almost unsettling, as though the walls themselves had grown tired of waiting for the people who once filled them with life.The housekeeper hurried to open the front door the moment she saw me."Welcome home, sir."I gave a slight nod as I stepped inside, my eyes moving across the living room. The broken bottles had finally been cleared away, and every piece of furniture sat neatly in its place, but the emptiness remained."Has Madam returned?" I asked.The woman hesitated before answering

Damian's Point of ViewThe door closed behind Lydia with a soft click.I stayed where I was, staring at the spot where she had been standing a few seconds ago. It was strange how someone could leave a room, yet their presence still linger in every corner.I lowered my eyes to the papers scattered across the floor.Some had slipped beneath the chair, while others lay crumpled near my feet. I bent down slowly, gathering them one after another, taking more time than necessary as though delaying the moment would somehow change what they meant.When I finished, I placed the documents neatly on the bed.My fingers rested on the file for a moment before I pulled them away. Lydia hadn't handed me those papers because she wanted to scare me. She had handed them to me because she had finally stopped waiting.That thought settled heavily in my chest.For months, I'd convinced myself she would forgive me like she always had. No matter how badly I messed up, she somehow found a reason to stay.Thi

Lydia's Point of ViewThe moment I stepped into my office, I closed the door behind me and leaned against it for a few seconds.The building was quieter than it had been yesterday, but I knew better than to mistake silence for peace. News spread quickly in a company like this. Even when people stopped talking in front of me, the whispers continued the moment I walked away.I crossed the room and placed my handbag on the sofa before making my way to the large window.The city stretched beneath me, busy as always. Cars filled the streets, people hurried along the sidewalks, and life outside carried on as though nothing had happened.I envied them.For the past few weeks, every day had brought another problem. Before I could recover from one, another appeared, leaving me with barely enough time to think.A soft knock interrupted my thoughts."Come in."My secretary stepped inside with a tablet in one hand and a folder tucked beneath her arm."Good morning, ma'am.""Good morning, Grace."