All Chapters of After Divorce, My Boss Made Me His Obsession : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Aurelia’s POV There was a pause on the line. For a second, I thought he wouldn’t help me.“Of course,” Matteo finally said, his voice calm but sharp like glass. “Where to?”“I don’t know.” My voice cracked. “I just need to leave, as soon as possible. Me and my son. I don’t want anyone to trace me.”“I’ll send you a text with what I need,” he said after a beat.“Thank you.”“Of course.”When the call ended, I let out a shaky breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. My hands trembled as I lowered the phone. I already had my visa, I could book a flight to anywhere in the world, but I didn’t want to risk it. Not when I knew how powerful Julien’s family was. Not when every move I made could be watched.Matteo Arundel wasn’t clean, his name whispered in the kind of circles where money erased sins. But that was exactly why he was perfect. If anyone could make me disappear, it was him.No Julien. No Grant. No Knightleys. Just me and Oliver.I stared at Cassia’s contact on my screen, thumb ho

Julien’s POVWork had swallowed me whole. Endless meetings, strategy calls, and travel that blurred days into nights. My phone had given up somewhere along the way, another casualty of my chaos, and when I finally replaced it, the new place we’d moved to inspect had terrible reception.Two days. Two damn days without a proper signal.And all that time, I hadn’t heard from Aurelia.I told myself she was fine. That she was resting, maybe spending time with Oliver. But with Grant’s release, something in my chest refused to settle. She must’ve been terrified, and I hated myself for not being there.The guilt twisted inside me like barbed wire. By Thursday evening, I couldn’t take it anymore. I wrapped up the last meeting, drove to an area with full reception, and the first thing I did was call her.The line didn’t connect. I tried again. And again. Each failed ring was a heartbeat too loud.I didn’t wait another second. I called my pilot and within the hour, I was in the air, heading str

Aurelia’s POVWhen we arrived at the hotel, we ordered food, took our baths, and stayed inside. The weather was cold, colder than anything I was used to, and everything felt new.It would take a little time to adjust. Maybe it was the exhaustion from the past few days, or maybe my body was finally catching up with my mind, but I felt overwhelmingly tired.I went to bed early. Oliver was still watching something on his iPad, and I told him to turn it off once it was bedtime.Sleep came quickly, wrapping around me like a soft blanket. For the first time in a while, I felt a strange sense of peace.Sometime in the middle of the night, I woke up to use the bathroom. The room was dim, the only light coming from the snow’s reflection outside the window. Oliver was asleep, his hand resting against his cheek. That sight made my heart ache, in a good way.I went back to bed and fell asleep again.By morning, after breakfast, I knew it was time to start over properly, get a phone, look for a p

Julien’s POVIt had been days since Aurelia disappeared.My tech guy traced her to a hotel room, not far from me. It must have been after the confrontation with Isolde. But after that, nothing. She checked out two days later.I had every connection I could think of checking airports, buses, even private flight records. No trace of her leaving the city.If she hadn’t left, and she wasn’t in a hotel, where else could she be?Desperation gnawed at me. I went to Cassia’s house just to be sure, but it was locked. I returned to Aurelia’s place, the apartment was exactly as I’d left it. No note. No hint. Nothing.My head throbbed painfully. I hadn’t slept properly, hadn’t eaten properly, hadn’t focused on anything other than finding her. Every moment spent not knowing where she was felt like a lifetime.That morning, my world tilted even further. My mother, Isolde, and her mother arrived at my house. I came downstairs and froze when I saw her standing there, Isolde was holding a suitcase, c

Aurelia’s POVThey called us back into the small office. The two men sat there again, rearranged papers and the same plasticky smiles in place.“We can work with you both,” the first man said, voice syrupy. “You seem to have potential.”My jaw tightened. “What are the working hours?” I asked, keeping my voice steady because anger hot and loud would not help me here, clarity would.“Don’t worry,” he answered, waving a hand. “We’ll send you an email with all the information you need.”My gaze slid to the second man. He hadn’t even tried to hide his stare, Tessa’s chest had been the object of his polite predation the whole time. My first, ridiculous instinct was to throw my shoe at him, the second was to laugh. Instead I swallowed, cleared my throat, and let myself be the calm nobody expects.He looked up, startled. I didn’t bother with small talk.“You seem distracted,” I said, loud enough that the room felt smaller and everyone could hear. “You keep looking at Ms. Tessa like she’s inv