Semua Bab After Divorce, My Boss Made Me His Obsession : Bab 101 - Bab 110

Aurelia’s POVFor a moment, I couldn’t even speak. My throat went dry, and I could feel my pulse pounding in my ears.“I don’t…” he started, rubbing the back of his neck. “Let me explain it to you.”His tone was steady but heavy, like every word cost him something.“I could sell off the company now, but if I do, the market will devour me,” he said, his jaw tightening. “We’re at a disadvantage. The stock’s plummeting, any sale right now will go below value. After paying debts, settlements, employee compensation… I’d lose everything.”I tried to nod, but my mind was spinning. I didn’t understand half of what he was saying, all I heard was lose everything.“The woman in question,” he continued, his voice lower, “her family owns the largest shares in the company after mine. They’re old money, Aurelia, one of the top five conglomerates in the city. If I align with them, even temporarily, the market will react. The stocks will rise again, investors will relax, and I’ll have time to pull out

Aurelia’s POVJulien cleared his throat, voice steady but sharp enough to slice through the air.“I called this impromptu meeting because there’s been a major change,” he announced. “We have a new financial manager.”He didn’t even glance my way before she stepped forward, heels clicking, perfume cutting through the tension like poison dressed in silk.“Yes,” she said, lips curling into a smug smile. “My name is Isolde Cyrus. I’m his…”Julien I interrupted her. “Because she just got into office, I ask that you all please cooperate with her.”She let out a soft scoff. “As if they have a choice.”A hush fell. No one dared breathe.“That will be all for now,” Julien said curtly. “You’re dismissed.”He was the first to walk out. She followed behind him, and just before she stepped through the door, her eyes found mine.A spark. Recognition. I tilted my head slightly and gave a knowing smirk. Of course she knew me.After they left, the rest trickled out in uneasy silence. Cassia and I were

Aurelia’s POVI swallowed the anger rising in my chest and forced myself to keep a steady breath as I drove to work. The steering wheel was slick under my palms, either from nerves or fury, I wasn’t sure which.The moment I pulled into the parking lot, fate decided to play its cruelest joke. Isolde’s sleek black car glided in right beside mine. Perfect. Of course.I inhaled sharply and grabbed my bag, heels clicking against the pavement like bullets against stone. I refused to look her way.But I could hear her, those hurried, taunting footsteps, rushing to catch up.By the time I got to the elevator, she was right beside me. I stared straight ahead, focusing on the red numbers ticking upward, praying she’d keep her mouth shut.She didn’t.“Julien is such a good kisser, you know that?” she said sweetly.Her voice sliced through the silence like a blade dipped in honey.I turned my head slowly, just in time to see that smirk, the one that could curdle blood and ruin mornings. The eleva

Aurelia’s POVBy evening, Cassia was calmer, her laughter soft again. Oliver came home later, his face glowing with joy. He chattered about balloons and cupcakes, about how there weren’t many kids at the party but “it was still awesome, Mummy.”We had dinner with Cassia before she went home. After I tucked Oliver into bed, my phone rang. Julien.We talked for a while, nothing deep, nothing heavy. Just his warm voice filling the quiet corners of my night. When I hung up, I slept with a faint smile still tugging at my lips.The next morning, Julien showed up at the house with his usual charm, and a bouquet of pale roses.“Good morning baby,” he said, handing them to me with that look that made the world blur for a second.We didn’t talk about Isolde or the company. Not today. Just us.He played video games with Oliver, laughing every time he lost and pretending to be annoyed when Oliver beat him again. Then he helped me make lunch, rolling up his sleeves, teasing me about my cutting sk

Aurelia’s POVWhen I got home that Thursday, everything inside me just broke.I dropped my bag by the door, leaned against the wall, and before I knew it, tears came rushing down. The kind of tears that sting, not because of sadness alone, but because of betrayal, confusion, and exhaustion.I called Cassia. She sounded happy, probably out somewhere. I didn’t want to ruin that mood, so I forced a smile through the phone.“Have fun, okay?” I said, swallowing everything I really wanted to say.Julien called me later that night. I saw his name flash across the screen again and again, but I couldn’t bring myself to answer. My heart didn’t know what to feel anymore.By Friday morning, I didn’t go to work. I couldn’t. The thought of pretending like I was fine, smiling at everyone, while my chest felt heavy? No. I stayed in bed for hours, staring at the ceiling.Then something inside me snapped. Out of sheer frustration, I sat up, opened my laptop, and applied for three jobs back-to-back. I d