All Chapters of TRAPPED AS THE CEO'S ex-wife : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Xander’s POVI left Lucian’s company in anger.The tension from the boardroom still clung to my skin like a second layer. The shouting, the accusations, the looks they threw at Lena, it all replayed in my head like a broken record. The sound of their voices echoed in my ears, each word heavier than the last.Yes, the situation at Harrington’s company concerned me. I was their partner. If investors pulled out, I would lose too.But at that moment, loss meant nothing.All I could see was Lena standing there, surrounded by judgment, carrying a burden she never asked for.I exhaled sharply and loosened my tie as my car sped toward my own company building. I had problems of my own waiting for me, and unlike emotions, business never paused.By the time I stepped into my company’s lobby, my expression had hardened back into the calm authority everyone expected from me.The familiar scent of polished wood and quiet efficiency greeted me. Employees straightened when they saw me, offering respe

Lena's POV The sound must have woken Jane. I felt movement beside me, then her startled voice. “Lena? Oh my God, Lena!” She rushed to my side, kneeling beside me, her hands gently lifting my shoulders. “What happened? Why are you crying like this?” she asked, panic filling her voice. I tried to speak, but the words wouldn’t come. Only broken sobs escaped my lips. Jane pulled me into her arms carefully. “Hey… hey, it’s okay,” she whispered, stroking my hair. “You’re safe. You’re home.” Jane’s voice was soft when she spoke, but it carried a quiet panic that made my chest tighten. “Lena… what happened?” she asked again, kneeling beside me. I could barely breathe through my tears. My throat burned, my body still shaking from everything that had happened at the company. The humiliation. The accusations. Tara’s voice. The way everyone looked at me like I was a disease. Jane gently lifted my face. “Talk to me,” she whispered. I tried to speak, but another sob escaped ins

Lucian's POV Kristen stayed behind after everyone left. The office had grown quiet, the heavy silence pressing against the walls like a living thing. The air still carried the heat of the argument with Tara. My hands were clenched at my sides, my chest still rising and falling with restrained anger. I heard her heels approach slowly. “Lucian,” Kristen called softly. I did not turn. I kept staring at the city lights beyond the glass window, my reflection staring back at me like a stranger. “I understand everything you’re going through,” she said gently. Her voice was calm, soothing, almost comforting. I felt her hands rest lightly on my arm, warm and steady. The touch surprised me. Normally, I would have pulled away immediately. But this time, I didn’t. I looked at her. Her eyes were soft, understanding, patient. There was no accusation in them, no anger, no judgment. Just concern. “You don’t have to carry everything alone,” she continued quietly. “You’ve been under pressu

Lena's POV Xander finally left just before evening settled in. He paused at the door, his hand resting against the frame as if he wanted to say something more. The apartment felt smaller with him standing there, heavy with unfinished words. “I’ll come check on you regularly,” he said. “Every day if I have to.” I managed a small smile. “You don’t have to.” “I want to.” And that was the problem. As much as I appreciated the concern, I was exhausted by the weight of everyone wanting to protect me. “Maybe you shouldn’t come,” I said gently. His brows pulled together immediately. “What?” “Not until the rumors die down.” His face scrunched up in confusion. “Why would I stop coming?” I sighed, stepping closer so my voice wouldn’t sound harsh. “So they don’t create another scandal, Alexander. You’ve seen how they twist everything. If they see you here often, they’ll start another story.” “I don’t care if they start one,” he replied firmly. “I’m not leaving you alone because of g

Lucian's POV I held Petra’s hand as we stepped out of the café, the early afternoon sunlight hitting her hair just right, making it glow like spun chocolate. She smiled up at me, and without missing a beat, planted a soft kiss on my cheek. I smiled back, letting it linger just long enough to make the cameras outside happy. Perfect. They were already snapping away like vultures.Kristen hovered nearby, clipboard in hand, eyes darting between me and Petra with a sharpness that could cut glass. She didn’t say anything, but the look was enough. She knew exactly what I was doing. And she was good at her job—better than anyone else I could rely on right now. Better than Lena, even.Petra laughed lightly at something I said, tilting her head to meet my gaze. My mind, though, was elsewhere. I could feel my chest tighten slightly, a tug I tried to push down. Lena. The way she had been avoiding everyone, the way she looked at me when she thought no one was watching. The way her stomach now car