All Chapters of After the last "I do": Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Damian Got to the company early in the morning carrying my stack of files for the presentation today,Today happens to be the day I was desperately waiting for .I was seated inside the glass-walled conference room, my laptop open, slides neatly arranged, and my tie tightened to perfection. Today was important. Every detail mattered. The shareholders had flown in, the media team was buzzing around, and the eyes of my empire were on me. I was prepared.Then I heard my name.“Damian…”The voice didn’t belong here. It wasn’t my secretary, not a guard.None of them will even dare refer to me by my name to start with. I turned sharply, and my breath stalled.Standing outside was the same lady I gave a room in my house, dressed like a delivery girl , Her hair was pulled back, her face pale, and she clutched a stack of books and files to her chest.This lady again!!!!I felt the heat rise instantly, a rush of anger I didn’t bother suppressing. She had no business here. Not now. Not ever.T

I arrived at the company earlier than usual that morning, but the air already felt heavy, as though the walls themselves knew something I didn’t. My driver slowed the car in front of the towering glass building, but even before stepping out, I could feel it. something had shifted.Inside the lobby, employees stood straighter than normal, their conversations halting the moment I passed.I walked into the boardroom, my shoes echoing sharply on the marble floor. And there he was Marcus. My uncle. My enemy. My blood.He was already seated at the head of the long table, the seat that belonged to me. The audacity was venomous. He leaned back comfortably, his hands clasped on the polished surface as if he owned it.“Damian,” he greeted, his voice oiled with satisfaction. “So glad you could join us.”The board members chuckled lightly, some bowing their heads in forced respect to me, but I noticed the way their eyes lingered on him longer. Yesterday, those same men and women clapped for me wh

The room was quiet except for the faint hum of the air conditioner and the steady rhythm of his breathing. I lay frozen, my body pressed into the mattress as if moving might shatter the fragile peace that lingered in the darkness.Damian was beside me. His arm wrapped around me, his body tangled with mine, his presence filled every corner of the bed. He carried a weight, even in silence. I could feel it radiating from him like heat.I turned slightly, my eyes adjusting to the soft outline of his face. In the dim light, the sharp angles of his jaw seemed less severe, his features softer, almost vulnerable. This wasn’t the cold, calculated man who walked through life as though nothing could touch him. This wasn’t the same Damian who stared at the world with steel in his eyes and never let anyone too close.This was someone else. Someone human.I was still trying to make sense of everything, what really happened??. His lips moved, his voice breaking the silence, low and trembling, words

I shut Damian’s door softly, the faint click echoing too loudly in my ears.My hand lingered on the knob longer than it should have, as if I were afraid that by letting go, everything I had just heard would come rushing out to chase me down.Psychosis.That word pulsed in my head like a curse I couldn’t shake. I still heard the doctor’s voice in my ears, low but sharp with frustration: If this gets worse, it will be a bigger problem. We won’t be able to keep it a secret anymore.I pressed my back against my own door when I reached my room, my chest rising and falling too fast. For a second, I just stood there, my eyes shut tightly as though that might trap my thoughts, stop them from spiraling. But they didn’t stop. They only grew louder.I bit my lower lip, suddenly remembering something else, Chris. I had already told him about Damian collapsing. My stomach dropped. My fingers curled against my dress, my nails digging into the fabric.Does that mean I betrayed a secret I didn’t even

I sat at the far end of the little private sit-out Aria had chosen. The place was dim, quiet, and almost too beautiful for the kind of heaviness I carried in my chest.The night breeze was soft, carrying with it the faint smell of roasted meat from a street vendor nearby. But nothing felt right in my life anymore.Aria sat across from me, her eyes fixed on the table like she couldn’t bear to look at me. I hated how nervous she looked. I hated how her silence stretched between us like a sharp blade.She kept twisting her fingers, her lips trembling like she was fighting words that wanted to escape.For minutes, we didn’t speak. Just silence. Just air pressing down on us. Just my heart screaming.Finally, Aria shifted in her seat, took a deep breath, then shocked me by sliding off the chair and going down on her knees right in front of me.I was shocked. My chest tightened, my heart almost stopping.“What, what are you doing?” I asked, my voice breaking knowing the words that are likely