All Chapters of After Divorce, My Boss Made Me His Obsession : Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Julien’s POVAnother month had passed. Nothing had changed. My days were still a haze of work, cabin retreats, and unanswered thoughts of her.Liora, the model from that bar, had reached out to me twice, asking for a date. Reluctantly, I agreed.On the day of the date, after my shower, I stared at my reflection in the mirror. I looked rough, pale, slightly hollow-eyed, and unshaven. I couldn’t help but wonder why anyone would want to go out with me in this state.I decided to shave. When I was done, my skin looked healthier, my jawline sharper, and for a moment, I allowed myself a small nod of approval. At least I looked presentable.Liora had picked a rooftop restaurant for our date. I wanted to decline, but I let her have her choice. I drove to the place, my hands gripping the wheel tighter than usual.When I stepped out, I took a deep breath.It was the same restaurant where I had shared dinner with Aurelia the first night I met her at the store. A pang of guilt and nostalgia hit

Aurelia’s POVWhen I got home, the house was wrapped in that soft evening hush, and I found Oliver exactly where I left him, planted in front of the TV, legs crossed, Sylvette beside him like a tiny queen on her cushion.She was on her back, kicking chubby legs and cooing at her big brother’s curls, grabbing whatever strands she could catch. Oliver didn’t even flinch anymore. He’d accepted hair-pulling as part of the big brother contract.“Hey, baby,” I whispered.Oliver turned, face bright. “Mummy!”I sat beside them and lifted Sylvette. She squealed, her arms flapping like she wanted to fly straight into my face.“Hello, sweet girl,” I said.She answered with one of those bubbly giggles that never failed to melt something inside me. She was getting so big. Round cheeks, dimpled hands, and the kind of baby-rolls that made strangers gasp at grocery stores.I’d even asked the doctor about it last month, half-concerned, half-amused. He’d chuckled and assured me she was perfectly healthy

Aurelia's POVIn just one week, another investor reached out, asking to buy the company. I frowned, my mind racing. Why so suddenly?I wanted to assume it was Ms. Odette behind this, testing the waters again, but something about this offer didn’t fit her style. For one, this company was a well-known skincare production firm, established, with a reputation to protect. Nothing in common with Odette, or so it seemed.Still, I declined. I wasn’t in this for the money right now. I was building something bigger than myself, something my children could inherit, a legacy. That thought steadied me, even as a flicker of excitement ran through me. The attention, the offers, only reinforced my conviction. Others could see what I saw: potential. And that, more than anything, motivated me.After a month, I told Tessa to start the process of formally registering the company with the government. I didn’t want anyone sneaking in, trying to claim what I’d worked so hard to build. Proof, legal ownershi

Aurelia’s POVWhile waiting for Matteo to send updates, restlessness wrapped around me like an invisible thread. My store smelled of shea butter and warm oils, but my mind refused to settle.I wiped my hands on a towel, picked up my phone, and called Jayden.He answered on the third ring.“Hellow, Jucian,” I said lightly, careful, always careful not to mention his real name. “Aurelia,” he drawled. “How’s business going?”“Good,” I said, though my voice betrayed a thin edge of worry. “Something is bothering me and I thought to ask you.”“Alright… what’s up?”“There’s this client I think you referred to me. Ms. Odette.” Even saying her name felt like tapping the surface of still water, waiting for something to ripple. “Do you know where she works?”He hummed thoughtfully. “I’m not sure. I think I only worked with her once. Styled her for an event. Very formal type. We’re not close. She only reached out after I posted your products on my page.”“Oh… okay.” That didn’t soothe anything.“

Aurelia’s POVI stormed back home, my mind racing with a mix of frustration and determination. I called Tessa and Emma on a video call.“We need to make videos for social media,” I instructed. “Tell everyone the new page is fake. We can’t let them hijack my brand like this.”They nodded and got to work, filming and editing quick, punchy videos that exposed the impersonation while reinforcing my brand’s authenticity. By the afternoon, the videos were online, and traction came fast. Comments, shares, and messages poured in. People were outraged on my behalf. The vindication felt good.Later, I was on a call with Cassia, updating her as usual.“I told you I didn’t like that man one bit,” she said, her voice sharp over the phone.“I know, right? How can one person be this heartless?” I replied, exhaling in exasperation.“Well, in his case, he didn’t even waste a second,” she said, her tone deadly serious.“Exactly! I met him just a month ago… and he didn’t even wait,” I said, shaking my