Semua Bab The Goddess of Divorce Made Me His Boss : Bab 11 - Bab 20

Richmond POVAs I walked beside Vanya toward my black sedan, I couldn't stop stealing glances at her profile. Every angle of her face, every gesture she made, reminded me more and more of the brave girl who had saved me fifteen years ago. But I needed to be absolutely certain before I revealed who I really was."This is your car?" she asked, looking surprised as I opened the passenger door for her."Company car," I lied smoothly, helping her into the leather seat. "One of the perks of working for Fernandez Real Estate."The truth was, this particular Mercedes was worth more than most people made in three years, but I had chosen it specifically because it was one of my more modest vehicles. I couldn't afford to overwhelm her with obvious displays of wealth, not when I was supposed to be a simple restaurant worker.During the fifteen-minute drive to Bella Vista, my flagship restaurant in downtown Sacramento, I kept the conversation light. I asked about her favorite foods, her interests

Vanya POVI had never felt so relaxed in years. Sitting across from Richmond in the beautiful restaurant, with soft music playing in the background and the afternoon sun streaming through the large windows, I felt like I could finally breathe again. For the first time in so long, I was having a conversation with someone who actually seemed interested in what I had to say."This pasta is incredible," I said, taking another bite of the most delicious food I had ever tasted. "I can't believe you get to eat here all the time because you know the manager."Richmond smiled, and there was something warm in his eyes that made my heart flutter. "You deserve to eat in places like this every day, Vanya. You deserve all the beautiful things in life."I felt tears coming to my eyes at his words. "You don't understand. For five years, Bernard told me I was lucky if he took me to McDonald's. He said I didn't deserve nice things because I didn't contribute anything to our marriage.""He was wrong," R

Vanya POVMy heart was beating so fast I thought it might explode as Bernard stood beside our table, his face red with anger and his voice loud enough for the entire restaurant to hear. Every person in the dining room was staring at us, some of them holding up their phones to record the scene. The humiliation I felt was overwhelming, but underneath it, I could feel something else growing stronger - anger."Answer me, Vanya!" Bernard shouted, slamming his hand on our table so hard that the wine glasses shook. "How long have you been sleeping around for money? How many men have you been with to afford all this fancy stuff?"The words hit me like physical blows, but this time, instead of making me want to hide, they made me want to fight back. I could feel the warmth of my necklace against my skin, and Athena's voice whispered in my mind: "Stand up, my daughter. Show them the warrior you truly are.""I have never slept around for money," I said, my voice growing stronger with each word.

Tracy POVI stood there watching Vanya act all high and mighty, and I felt my blood boiling with anger. This pathetic woman who used to beg Bernard for grocery money was now sitting in one of the most expensive restaurants in Sacramento, acting like she owned the place. But something about this whole situation wasn't adding up, and I was starting to piece things together.The man sitting across from Vanya looked familiar. Very familiar. I squinted my eyes, studying his face more carefully, trying to remember where I had seen him before.Then it hit me like a slap in the face."Wait a minute," I said, pointing my finger at him. "You're the security guard from the house. You're the same guy who kicked us out earlier today."Richmond looked at me calmly, but I could see something flash in his eyes. "I work for the real estate company that sold the house to Ms. Fredrick. I was just doing my job.""Your job?" I repeated, my voice getting louder. "Your job is to follow Vanya around and take

Bernard POVI felt my face burning with shame as we walked out of the restaurant. Every single person in that place had been staring at us, recording with their phones, and I knew by tomorrow morning the videos would be all over social media. The humiliation was eating me alive from the inside out.The valet brought my beat-up Honda around, and I could see him trying not to laugh as we climbed into the cheap car. After sitting in that fancy restaurant surrounded by Mercedes and BMWs, my old Honda looked like a piece of junk. Everything about tonight had been designed to make me look small and pathetic."This is all your fault," my mother said from the passenger seat as I pulled out of the parking lot. "If you had controlled your wife properly from the beginning, none of this would have happened.""How was I supposed to know she would completely lose her mind?" I snapped back, my hands gripping the steering wheel so tight my knuckles were white. "Yesterday she was the same boring hou