All Chapters of After Divorce, My Boss Made Me His Obsession : Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

Julien’s POVAfter the last time I saw Liora, she vanished again, swallowed by her work the way the city swallows sunsets.That afternoon, I was deep in paperwork, the kind that dulls the edges of the world, when my secretary buzzed in.“Sir, someone is here to see you. She says her name is Liora.”I froze with my pen in mid-air. Her name slithered through my chest in a way I wasn’t prepared for.“Send her in,” I said, trying to sound unfazed.The door clicked open.“Hey,” she purred, slipping inside like she owned the oxygen in the room.“I didn’t know you were back,” I said.She lifted one shoulder in a quiet shrug. “Thought I’d surprise you a bit.”“Well, it worked,” I admitted, more than I intended.“Hmm.”“I just need to finish something,” I said, gesturing to the open files.“Take your time. I’ll wait.”She glided to the couch and sat, crossing her legs with deliberate elegance. There was something theatrical about her today, as though she wanted to be watched.I turned back to

Aurelia's POVMike tried to flee the country after the first court hearing, but thanks to careful surveillance and my lawyer’s persistence, he was caught before he could board the plane. The authorities hauled him off to jail, his face twisted in rage.The second hearing came sooner than I expected. The courtroom buzzed with tension as my lawyer presented fresh evidence, documents, witness statements, and even surveillance footage linking Mike and Odette to multiple thefts and frauds. I could feel the room shift with each revelation. The prosecutor’s voice was sharp, confident, cutting through the lies like a knife. I gripped the edge of the bench, my knuckles white, as the judge listened intently.The case was adjourned, but this time, Mike remained in jail. I could practically hear him cursing under his breath behind bars. Even though the process was long and exhausting, a part of me savored this feeling of justice slowly closing in.Outside the courtroom, I called Cassia every day

Aurelia’s POVLos Angeles greeted me like an old diary you swear you’ve forgotten, only to open it and feel every memory breathe again. As soon as we stepped off the jet, a sleek black town car awaited us, polished enough to reflect the sky and my nerves.The drive through the familiar streets made my chest tighten. Every corner felt like a whisper of the life I left behind.When we arrived at Cassia’s in-laws’ mansion, the enormous doors hadn’t even finished parting before Mrs. Vivienne swept out like a woman escaping a castle to retrieve her treasures.I braced for a hug. Instead, she sprinted right past me and scooped Sylvette into her arms with the enthusiasm of someone claiming a lottery prize.Cassia burst into laughter behind her, one hand on her pregnant belly. “You’ll get used to it,” she teased.I couldn’t help it. We both folded into each other, hugging tightly. She looked even heavier than she appeared in our video calls, glowing in a way only a woman carrying her own lit

Aurelia’s POVTwo weeks slipped by like pages torn from a fast-moving calendar.Cassia was doing well, glowing even, as if motherhood had wrapped her in a warm halo. And the twins? They were tiny emperors. Everyone in the mansion was eager to hold them, rock them, breathe in that sweet, new-life scent.One might think Mrs. Vivienne would forget all about Sylvette now that she had grandchildren to fuss over.But no. She doted on Sylvette with the same fierce devotion, carrying her around like a precious heirloom. Sylvette, of course, basked in all the attention, smiling like she knew exactly how adored she was.One evening, after Cassia’s bath, I helped her settle into bed and handed her a steaming bowl of soup. The smell of ginger and herbs drifted through the room, warm and comforting.“Now that you’re in Los Angeles,” Cassia said, her tone light but her eyes sharpened with curiosity, “don’t you feel the little urge to… you know… see Julien?”A quiet sigh escaped me.It was ridiculou

Aurelia’s POVMonday arrived in a swirl of boxes, luggage, and bittersweet farewells. We packed our things.Mrs. Vivienne stood by the doorway, Sylvette cradled in her arms. Her eyes shimmered with unshed tears as she held the baby, refusing to let go. I couldn’t help but chuckle softly to myself, some bonds are too deep to break, even for a short goodbye.Cassia pulled me into a hug. “I’m going to miss you,” she whispered, her voice trembling just slightly.“I’ll miss you too,” I said, gripping her hands gently. “Please… take care of yourself. Get enough rest, don’t overwork yourself.”She smiled, the kind of small, weary smile that carries both affection and worry. “I will. And you too… I know work will be hectic, but try, okay?”When we finally parted, everyone waved, her father, mother-in-law, her husband, the staff. Each goodbye carried warmth and familiarity I hadn’t realized I’d grown so attached to.On the private jet, I settled beside Oliver, who immediately bounced into a co