All Chapters of TRAPPED AS THE CEO'S ex-wife : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Lena’s POVThe next morning felt unreal.Like I had woken up inside someone else’s life.I stood across the street from the house I once called home, my arms folded tightly around myself as I stared at the familiar walls. The sun was already up, bright and unforgiving, like it was mocking me. Like it was saying, Life goes on, Lena. Get over it.I exhaled sharply and crossed the street.I half-expected the house to be empty. I thought Xander would already be gone, off to work, chasing money, chasing status, chasing everything except his wife.But of course, he was still there.I saw his car in the driveway and let out a bitter laugh under my breath.Typical.So suddenly, work could wait.I unlocked the door and stepped inside. Everything looked exactly the same. Too clean. Too perfect. Like the walls hadn’t heard us tearing each other apart just hours ago.Xander stood in the living room, sleeves rolled up, phone in hand. He looked… fine. Too fine. Like a man who hadn’t just watched his

Lena’s POVMonday hit differently. I had woken up that morning with a nervous buzz in my chest, not entirely unpleasant. Today was my first real day as Lucian Valentino’s Personal Assistant. Not just a temp. Not just a hopeful applicant. His PA. The thought still felt surreal.I arrived at Harrington Industries early, dressed sharp and professional. A fitted blazer over a neutral blouse, trousers that emphasized my long legs without being flashy. He might not notice the details. But I would.The receptionist nodded at me. “He’s expecting you. Go ahead.”I nodded back and walked down the polished hallway, trying to straighten my back with every step. When I pushed open the office door, there he was. Lucian. My chest caught like it always did.He was leaning casually against his desk, one hand tucked into his pocket, the other holding a tablet. Dark hair slightly messy, a faint crease between his brows, eyes that could make any rational thought evaporate. He looked at me, and I swear the

Lena’s POVWhen we finally reached his office, the doors closing softly behind us, the silence hit me harder than the meeting ever did.Alexander Knight.A dormant partner.The words still echoed in my head like a cruel joke the universe had decided to play on me.I stood there, clutching the folder in my hands, my shoulders stiff, my breathing uneven. I kept telling myself it wasn’t a big deal. Dormant partner meant occasional appearances. Infrequent meetings. Minimal contact.I wouldn’t be seeing him much.At least… that’s what I told myself.“Elena,” Lucian’s voice cut gently through my thoughts. “Are you okay?”I turned to him quickly, pasting a smile on my face like it was armor. “I am. Thank you.”He stepped closer- not invading my space, but close enough for me to notice the warmth radiating from him. His hand came up instinctively, resting lightly on my arm, his touch delicate, grounding… careful.Too careful.“I’m fine, sir,” I added quickly, as if reassuring both of us.Lucia

Lena's POV Lucian told me the night before that he would not be around the next day.“I have something important to attend to,” he had said calmly while signing a document. “Stay back at the company, sort the pending files, and once you’re done, you can leave early.”I nodded, relieved and slightly disappointed at the same time.Relieved because I needed a quiet day.Disappointed because, somehow, his presence had become grounding.So when I arrived at the company the next morning, coffee in hand, mind set on productivity, the very last person I expected to see was him.Alexander Knight.Xander.My steps slowed the moment I spotted him through the glass walls of the lobby. Tall. Familiar. Annoyingly composed. Like he had every right to be standing there.My heart slammed painfully against my ribs.What the hell is he doing here?I thought he was a dormant partner. I thought he barely showed up. I thought I was safe.Apparently, I thought wrong.Anger surged through me, hot and immedia

Lucian's POV Gosh. I have fucked up big time with Lena.Ever since I set my eyes on her the first day, I haven’t been able to think straight. Every little detail about her seems to carve itself into my mind. The way she smiles when she’s concentrating, the tilt of her head when she’s frustrated, the faint scent she carries with her—it all gets under my skin. And last night, I went too far. Way too far.I should have known better. She is my personal assistant. Professionalism should be our boundary. I should have kept my distance. Yet the moment I saw her sitting there, vulnerable, confused, trembling after that awkward moment with her bra, all rational thought left me. I kissed her. I should not have kissed her.Why did I even try that? What the hell am I doing?I replayed the entire scene over and over in my mind as I lay in bed. Her lips had been soft and warm. Her pulse had been racing when I moved closer. Every time I remembered it, my chest tightened and my stomach churned. I wan