All Chapters of After Divorce, My Boss Made Me His Obsession : Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Aurelia’s POVThe moment we reached the Hospital, everything moved fast. The nurses recognized me on sight and rushed toward the car, guiding me inside with practiced urgency. Their voices blended together, soft but firm, like a choir trained for crises.The stranger stayed behind at the reception desk. I caught one last glimpse of him, broad shoulders leaning over the counter, before a curtain closed behind me.The doctor swept in a moment later.“Aurelia, how are you feeling?” she asked.Words were useless. I managed a nod.“Your due date is tomorrow, yes? Good. This is still right on time.”Her hands were gentle as she checked me, then her face brightened.“You’re already at six centimeters. You’re progressing well. The baby will be here soon.”She left to prepare, and a nurse moved in to check my vitals. My heartbeat sounded like someone knocking from the inside of a wooden box.Then Cassia burst into the room, breathless, eyes wild.“Aurelia! Are you okay?” she demanded, grippin

Aurelia’s POV Last night, Oliver had come with Mrs. Anna. He practically bounced into the room, his face lighting up the moment he saw his baby sister. The way he touched her gently, whispering little words I couldn’t quite hear, melted something inside me. I insisted they go home early, he needed rest, and I needed a moment of calm too.The next morning, I felt surprisingly strong. I went back home with Cassai. After a hot bath and a simple breakfast, I fed Sylvette and collapsed back into bed, letting the quiet lull me into a fragile peace.When I woke up, the sun had already poured through the window, painting the room in golden light. I groaned as I sat up, my body stiff but recovering. Sylvette lay in her crib beside my bed, cooing softly. I reached for her, holding her close, letting her warmth seep into me.Her eyes opened. Julien’s eyes. That deep gray, soulful color that always seemed to pierce straight to your heart.A smile broke across my face, bittersweet. My chest ache

Aurelia’s POV We wore our face masks, snapped on gloves, and got to work.The storeroom transformed into a tiny alchemist’s lab. Bottles clinked softly, the air warm with the scent of citrus oils and melted butters. Cassia handled the measurements while I mixed, our movements flowing in a rhythm that felt almost sacred.We did everything we could that first day, leaving the mixtures to set overnight. By the second evening, the formulas were ready. On the third day, everything was bottled, sealed, and lined up on the counter like tiny soldiers waiting for assignment.When we stepped out of the storeroom, I turned to Cassia with a smile that tugged at my chest.“Thank you so much.”She waved it off. “It’s nothing.”“It’s been over two weeks since you came,” I reminded her gently.She sighed. “I know. I’ll return this weekend. I wanted it to be three weeks, actually.”Emotion swelled in my throat. She’d paused her life to help me rebuild mine. “Thank you,” I whispered.She nudged my sh

Aurelia’s POVBy morning, Cassia was dressed and ready, her suitcase waiting by the door. I handed her the soap, cream, and serum, neatly packaged.“You don’t need these,” I teased, “but glowing is allowed.”She kissed Sylvette’s forehead, lingering as if committing the shape of her to memory. “I’ll miss your tiny feet, tiny face, tiny hands,” she whispered to the baby, her voice curled with affection.I laughed softly. “She’s going to outgrow all that before you know it.”“I have a feeling the next time I see her, she’ll be a full-grown toddler bossing everybody around,” she said.“Very possible,” I said.She bent to hug Oliver. He locked his arms around her neck.“Take care of your mummy and your little sister,” she told him.“Okay,” he said with that serious nod he always uses when he’s trying to sound older.Then came our hug. Tight. Warm. A silent squeeze that pressed all our unspoken worries and gratitude into one breath. It felt long and short all at once.“I’ll miss you so muc

Aurelia’s POVWithin a month, the batch Cassia and I made vanished from the shelves like it had wings. Sold out.Every jar, every bottle. The kind of miracle that makes your heart do a little spin.Then I watched Emma’s recent video.For the first time since I’d known her online, she wasn’t indifferent or tired or performing that polished influencer detach. She was excited. Truly excited.She filmed a “get ready with me,” wearing no makeup, talking candidly about her acne journey.My products were lined neatly in front of her like little soldiers, and she kept reaching for them as she spoke, doing her skincare.She raved about the cream, demonstrating how she applied the serum, even explaining why the soap’s scent made her feel nostalgic.The video exploded.Comments flooded in. People begged for product links. They asked for prices, DMs, shipping rates. Tessa almost lost her mind trying to keep up.Orders rolled in faster than she could sleep, and she kept calling me with breathless