Lahat ng Kabanata ng Woke Up to Divorce Papers: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 15

After that night, something shifted—small, but real.Aiden quit mentioning the divorce, like those papers had never even existed.And weirdly... he got kinda clingy.At 7 a.m., I was dead asleep when he yanked me out of bed."What the hell?" I mumbled, eyes barely open."You promised to make me breakfast," he said seriously. "Remember?"Since when? But the way he looked at me—like he was actually counting on it—made me cave. I shuffled to the kitchen in my slippers.Fried eggs, toast, coffee. When I set it down, Aiden and Oliver were already at the table, dressed and waiting."Mommy made breakfast!" Oliver clapped.Aiden ate all polished as usual, but kept sneaking me these looks I couldn't decode.By noon, I was on the floor building a Lego castle with Oliver when my phone buzzed."Hello?""I've got lunch break at 12:30," Aiden's voice came through. "You said you'd bring me food."Did I...?"What's on the menu? Yesterday was pasta. I'm craving pad thai."Was he seriousl

After Saturday's charity auction, everyone in the Upper East Side was buzzing about the butterfly brooch Aiden dropped two hundred K on.By Monday noon, I was back at his office with lunch."Mr. Harrison's in the conference room," his assistant said. "You can wait in his office."People in the hall were suddenly all smiles, like I'd leveled up overnight. Guess news travels fast.I flopped onto the couch, scanning the room. Diplomas everywhere—Harvard, Yale, bar license. Shelves stacked with brick-thick law books that looked like instant migraines.One book stood out—NYC Restaurant Guide. I pulled it, and a skinny booklet slipped out.Winning Her Back: A Husband's Guide to Saving Your MarriageUm. What?Aiden freaking Harrison, legal hotshot of Manhattan, hiding something that sounded ripped from a teen advice blog? That was locker-stash energy, not top-lawyer vibes.Curiosity won. I slid into his chair, eyes locking on his still-open screen. Tabs everywhere:[How to improve y

And yeah. That night, he definitely "tested" it. Thoroughly.By three a.m., I was wrecked, curled in his arms, listening to his heartbeat.Half-asleep, memories flickered like old, washed-out photos.Me in skimpy outfits, trying to get Aiden's attention while he looked right through me.Me snapping at Oliver, dumping him on the nanny when he cried too much.Me plastering Instagram with party pics, hanging off random guys, desperate to make Aiden jealous.Me paying Jack to play the fake lover, staging scenes at fancy restaurants just so Aiden would "catch" us.And then... that night in the rain.Aiden saw us 'together' and turned away. I ran after him, heels sliding on the slick marble—The images sharpened. I remembered. All of it.Before the accident, our marriage was already wrecked. My stupid, reckless games hadn't saved us—they'd buried us deeper.And Aiden...I remembered his voice, breaking, when I was out cold. His hand clutching mine, eyes red."As long as you wake