All Chapters of After Divorce, My Boss Made Me His Obsession : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Aurelia’s POVMy baby bump was finally visible now, a small curve that reminded me of the life growing inside me. It had been almost three months since we arrived in Canada.And yet, nothing else had changed.Still no job. My face was a battlefield of angry acne. My body felt like a fragile glass, one sudden cough or wave of nausea, and I would shatter.I thought of Cassia. She must have resumed work by now. I needed someone familiar, someone to remind me that I wasn’t completely alone in this chaos. That evening, I dialed her number with trembling fingers.“Hello?” She said.“Cass,” I said quietly, my voice barely above a whisper.“Aurelia? AURELIA IS THAT YOU?” Her voice exploded through the line, almost piercing my eardrum. I had to pull the phone away.I chuckled lightly, trying to hide the lump in my throat. “Yes… it’s me.”“Oh my goddess… I’ve been searching for you. I thought… something might have happened.” Her voice cracked, and I could hear tears in it. Before I realized it

Aurelia’s POVCassia slept in my room that night, we just couldn’t stop talking. Every time one of us said “Okay, last story,” another memory came up, followed by laughter, then another round of “remember when…” We talked until our voices grew hoarse, until sleep finally pulled us under like a soft tide.By morning, sunlight streamed through the curtains, and the sound of Oliver humming in the kitchen woke us. It was Saturday, his favorite day of the week, and he already looked excited for his birthday tomorrow.While Oliver settled with his homework and cartoons, Cassia and I transformed the kitchen into a festival. The scent of vanilla, chocolate, and butter filled the air as we baked a large layered cake, mini cupcakes, and trays of small chops. Flour dusted our faces and aprons, and Cassia, in her usual dramatic fashion, declared herself the “Pastry Queen of Canada.”Every now and then, Oliver would sneak in, pretending to “check on us,” but really, he just wanted to taste. Cassi

Julien’s POVIt’s been over three months since Aurelia disappeared, and every single day since then has felt like a slow descent into madness.Nothing made sense anymore.I’ve searched every corner of the city, every hotel, every safe house, every airport. There was no record of her leaving, yet I knew she wasn’t here. She was too smart to leave a trace the normal way. She found another way, something only Aurelia would think of.That evening, I sat in the dimly lit sitting room, the silence pressing heavily against me. I read her email again... and again. I could almost hear her voice in the words, soft and trembling, as if she’d written them through tears.I hadn’t confronted my family yet. I couldn’t, not until I was sure. Not until I had proof.The recording she left behind had become my only lead. I sent it to my tech team for analysis. I should have done it earlier, but I’d been too consumed by the search, by the ache of not knowing.Her new project still sat untouched in my off

Aurelia’s POV: I drowned myself in research like it was the only lifeline I had left. Chemistry had always been my quiet superpower, and for the last two weeks it became my entire world. I barely slept. Nights blurred into mornings, my laptop humming.I charted every possible cause of my acne, hunting down the exact hormones betraying me, the specific compounds that could calm the storm under my skin. I was tired in a way that lived inside my bones, but determination kept me upright.I raided the store for ingredients, arms full of pipettes, active agents, and glass bottles that clinked. For days I tested formula after formula, mixing, adjusting, documenting. My apartment store smelled like citrus acids and hope.By the end of the month, I had a serum.Cassia lit up when she saw how absorbed I was on our call. “This is the Aurelia I know,” she’d said, proud, relieved even.I started using the serum immediately, stripping away every other product. Just this. Just me. Just the science

Aurelia’s POVSome days had passed, and the tension in my chest eased slightly when Tessa called me. There was progress with the three volunteers, real, measurable progress, and hearing her voice full of excitement made my heart lift.That morning, the familiar sound of the doorbell startled me out of my routine. Charles.“Good morning,” I greeted him, trying to sound more casual than I felt.“Morning,” he replied, his smile effortless, yet carrying that familiar intensity that always left me slightly off-balance.I stepped aside to usher him in. “Oliver must be at school,” he observed, glancing around the quiet house.“Yes,” I said, nodding, my mind flicking to thoughts of the little whirlwind that was my son, running through life with endless energy I could barely keep up with these days.Charles leaned back slightly. “I was checking some property in the area and decided to check in.”“That’s… thoughtful of you. Thank you,” I replied, with a smile.Then, with that infuriating charm