Alle Kapitel von Let's Divorce, Mr. CEO!: Kapitel 31 – Kapitel 40

The midday sky hung gray and heavy when Amora arrived at the city park—the place they had agreed to meet. She had just finished a photoshoot at another location; her body was exhausted, but her mind weighed even more. There was something in the way Roy had spoken on the phone last night that wouldn’t let her rest. That man… he always sounded insane, but somehow, a part of her still wanted to know what he was hiding.Roy was already sitting on the iron bench in the middle of the park, his head bowed, both hands tucked into his jacket pockets. From afar, Amora could see the faint smile on his lips, as if he had been waiting for her for a long time.“Let’s hope he’s not being annoying today,” Amora muttered under her breath as she walked slowly from behind the bench.“Oh, Amora… why did you have to come here? Why did you have to trust the words of a madman?” she whispered to herself, regretting the steps that had already carried her too far to turn back.Roy lifted his head, his eyes lig

The knocking at the door grew louder, echoing through the luxurious apartment.“Open the door, Elisha! Or I’ll break it down!” Vicktor’s voice was sharp, trembling with fury.Amora froze in place. Her breath caught, her body trembling violently. She turned to Roy, who stood calmly before her—too calm for a moment so tense.“How did he know I was here?” Amora whispered, her eyes darting toward the door, filled with fear and disbelief.Roy straightened, finished the last sip of wine from his crystal glass, and smirked. “Seems like someone loves you so deeply he’s lost his mind.”“Roy, don’t provoke him,” Amora hissed quickly, her voice trembling. “I don’t want things to get any worse.”But Roy walked casually toward the door, his gaze sharp, full of curiosity.“Relax,” he said quietly but firmly. “I just want to see... how far that man is willing to go for you.”“Roy!” Amora grabbed his arm, but it was too late.The door burst open violently.Vicktor stormed in without permission. His b

All the way to the hospital, Amora’s face was drawn and tense. Her heels clicked sharply against the polished, cold floor as she strode through the corridor. When she reached the reception desk, she fixed the nurse with a firm gaze.“I’m looking for a patient named Roy Danuwarta,” she said flatly, though her tone carried authority.The nurse scanned the list of patients before replying, “Room 314, east wing.”Amora gave a brief nod. “Thank you.”Without another word, she headed down the long corridor filled with the sterile scent of antiseptic. Each step echoed with a mixture of anger and irritation that she tried hard to suppress. After a few turns, she stopped before a glass door labeled Room 314.She knocked lightly. A hoarse voice came from inside, “Come in.”Amora pushed the door open, and Roy’s gaze immediately found her. The man managed a faint smile, though his face still looked pale.“Ah, El… I knew you’d come,” he said in a teasing tone.Amora stared back blankly. “Don’t fla

Amora guided Roy slowly back to his hospital bed. Her steps were calm, but there was something unreadable in her eyes. Once he lay down, she adjusted his blanket without saying much.“Roy, I still have other things to do. I hope you recover soon,” she said flatly, though politely.Roy looked at her for a long time, a gentle smile forming on his face. “It’s fine. Thank you for visiting me, El.”Amora met his gaze. This time, the smile on her lips turned faint and slightly defiant. “You’re welcome. But once you recover, don’t forget—I’ll be collecting your promise.” Her voice was low yet sharp. “You can’t run from that evidence, Roy.”Roy’s face stiffened instantly. But then he smiled again, pretending to be calm. “Of course I remember, El.”Amora lifted her bag and walked toward the door. “You’d better,” she said coldly before leaving Roy alone in that quiet hospital room.Roy exhaled deeply. His eyes stared blankly at the ceiling. For some reason, her departure left an empty space in

Two days had passed…Amora still couldn’t believe it. Her eyes widened when she saw the black gift box once again lying on the front seat of her car. The same box—with the slightly wrinkled red ribbon—greeted her the moment she opened the car door that morning.“No way…” she whispered under her breath. “I haven’t even left the house for two days…”Her hands trembled. She immediately looked around, checking every corner of her small driveway. No one. The place was silent, save for the faint sound of morning wind brushing through the leaves in her tiny yard.For the past two days, her mother, Jessica, had forbidden her from going out.“Amora, just stay at home for now. I don’t want anything bad happening to you,” Jessica had said with a firm yet worried face.But Amora had insisted.“Mom, I’m not a kid anymore. I can take care of myself. I just want to work, not wander around!”And now, the moment she was finally allowed to leave, that box had reappeared—as if mocking the illusion of sa