All Chapters of His Choice Wasn't Me: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

For a moment, everything around Sarah went silent — the people, the noise, even the sound of her own breathing.She just stood there, staring at the old woman who had just offered her the kind of opportunity she’d only ever dreamt of.Her thoughts scattered in every direction — her difficult life after the surgery, the endless nights she cried quietly in her small London room, her dreams of becoming someone great, and above all, her son, Daniel.She missed him more than anything, and though the thought of him still hurt deeply, this moment felt like a second chance, a door opening where she once thought all had closed.She drew in a shaky breath and said, her voice trembling but firm, “Yes, yes, ma. I will love that.”Her words carried the spark of new hope, but they barely settled before a harsh voice cut through.“Nonsense!” Mr. Harrison barked from the side, his face twisted in rage. “Absolute nonsense! Who the hell do you think you are, old woman?”The restaurant fell silent insta

The next morning, the smell of warm coffee filled the dining room. Sarah sat quietly at the long glass table across from Julia, who was neatly dressed in a cream suit.The morning light streamed through the large windows, casting soft glows on the silver cutlery. For a while, they ate in silence.Julia placed her cup down and looked up with that calm authority she always carried. “Sarah,” she said gently, “tell me about yourself. Your family, where you’re from, and what really brought you to work as a waitress.”The question made Sarah’s hand freeze halfway to her mouth. The fork clattered softly against the plate. Her eyes dropped instantly, and she forced a small smile. “It’s… it’s a long story, ma,” she murmured.Julia noticed the shift in her tone and leaned back, watching her carefully. “You can trust me,” she said kindly. “Sometimes, sharing what we’ve been through helps us understand how far we’ve come.”Sarah’s chest tightened. For years, she had buried that part of her life,

The night before, Sarah sat across from Julia in her private office, a thick file spread open on the glass table between them.The older woman watched her quietly as Sarah flipped through the pages, explaining each detail with a calm confidence that had grown since her first day.“These are the changes I plan to implement,” Sarah said. “They’ll make the work environment more balanced, increase productivity, and create a stronger sense of teamwork. I know it’s bold, but it’s the kind of change Skyview needs right now.”Julia’s fingers tapped the table lightly as she studied the young woman in front of her. “You’ve thought this through,” she said.“I have, ma,” Sarah replied quickly. “But I still wanted your approval before I move forward. You’ve been my greatest support since day one. I wouldn’t want to take a step that might affect the company wrongly.”Julia smiled, that calm knowing look on her face again. “Sarah, you’re the CEO now,” she said softly. “The ball is in your court. Don

The morning sun slipped through the wide glass windows of Julia Augustine’s mansion, painting gold streaks across the marble floor.Sarah stood at the door to her private study, summoned without warning. She knocked lightly.“Come in,” Julia’s voice called out.The room was quiet except for the soft hum of classical music. Books lined the walls, and behind the mahogany desk sat Julia, her glasses perched halfway on her nose.She looked up as Sarah entered, motioning for her to sit.Sarah’s heart thudded quietly as she took her seat. Julia rarely called her to the study unless it was something serious.“I hope you slept well,” Julia began, closing the file in front of her.“I did, Mrs. Augustine. Thank you,” Sarah replied carefully.Julia leaned back, studying her for a moment before speaking again. “Sarah, you’ve done something remarkable at Skyview. The hotel’s numbers are the best we’ve seen in years. Staff morale is high, the investors are happy, and the brand name has regained its

The higher Sarah climbed, the colder everything became. The world of Transcorp Technologies no longer felt like a company — it felt like an empire, and she was its queen, sitting at the center of a glass palace surrounded by eyes that watched her every move.Every decision she made now rippled through thousands of employees across continents. Every signature carried the weight of families, investments, and futures.On paper, she was thriving. Profits soared, global partnerships doubled, and Transcorp’s market reputation had never looked better.The media called her “The Steel Rose of Business” — calm, beautiful, unshakable. But behind the glossy covers and praise, the tension within the boardroom had started to build.It began subtly. Short, tight smiles at meetings. Whispers that paused when she entered the room. Directors who once applauded her vision now questioned every move with sharp, polite tones.Some even began scheduling meetings without her knowledge, decisions quietly disc