All Chapters of After Divorce, My Boss Made Me His Obsession : Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

Julien’s POVThe morning had been crawling along in its usual rhythm, the muted chatter across glass partitions, the distant clang of the elevator doors, when my intercom buzzed sharply.“Sir, the production manager is here to see you,” my secretary said.I frowned. “Send him in.”Moments later, he stepped in, the fluorescent lights catching the faint sheen of sweat at his temple. He greeted me, then sank into the chair opposite my desk with the weary posture of someone who’d rehearsed this conversation too many times.“How can I help you?” I pushed my laptop slightly, giving him my full attention.He exhaled, long and heavy. “We’ve been having issues with production. One of the main machines broke down last week. It slowed everything to nearly half capacity. And the finance team hasn’t approved enough funds for repairs or for replenishing raw materials.”A sharp heat flared in my chest. “Why are you just telling me this now?”His eyebrows lifted. “Sir… I did. I’ve sent multiple email

Aurelia's POVTwo years later…My heels kissed the marble floor as I walked into the lobby.“Good morning, Ma’am.”“Welcome, Ma’am.”The staff’s voices rose in a practiced chorus. Polished. Respectful.I gave a curt nod, the kind you offer when you’ve grown used to authority settling on your shoulders like a tailored coat.“Morning.”The elevator doors slid shut, and the soft chime lifted me to my floor. The moment it opened, Vero was already striding toward me like a gust of efficiency.“Good morning, Ma’am.” She took my bag and blazer with the reflexes of someone who learned to anticipate my rhythm a long time ago.“Morning, Jade.” A small smile tugged at my lips.Inside my office, she hung my blazer, arranged my bag on the side table, and straightened the edge of my desk as if aligning the day for me.“I’ll get your coffee.”I nodded again, letting a long breath escape as I walked toward the wall of glass. The city stretched out below, humming with ambition, chaos, and people who h

Aurelia’s POVWednesday morning arrived with sunlight spilling across the living room. The children were home for their holidays, filling the house with a chaos I secretly loved.Oliver had been talking about a bicycle for weeks. I kept postponing it, but today, I decided he was finally ready. Enough excuses.We drove to the store, the car humming smoothly as Sylvette bounced in her seat, humming a tune only she seemed to know.Oliver’s eyes lit up the moment he saw the bicycles. He ran from row to row, touching every frame, weighing every color. He finally settled on one, a sleek, blue model with a bell that chimed like laughter.Sylvette, of course, wanted something just as dramatic. I ended up choosing an electric pink Range River Ride-on. My jaw dropped slightly at the price tag. I had no idea kids’ cars could be this expensive.But money was no obstacle. I paid, and as a little twist, asked that Sylvette’s car be delivered on her birthday, part of her special day, a gift to remem

Julien’s POVThe real battle wasn’t getting to Toronto. Touching down on Canadian soil was the easy part.The storm began the moment I tried to follow her shadow.After landing, I moved on pure instinct. No rest, no food, nothing but the stubborn rhythm of a heart that had been rewired the moment I saw her face in that video. I checked into a hotel, dropped my bag without even looking at the penthouse, and headed straight to the shop where the footage had been taken.The manager eyed me like I was a suspicious customer or a delusional man chasing fantasies. Maybe I was both.I explained everything. That my fiancée had been gone for two years. That I had finally seen her. That this shop was the only clue I had.His expression softened, but not enough. “She was here,” he admitted, “…but I can’t disclose more than that.”My jaw tightened. Not anger. Desperation disguised in a businessman's restraint. I thanked him and walked out before my voice cracked into something unfamiliar.The mome

Aurelia’s POVI went back home more confused than I cared to admit. After everything, the accusations, the distance, the scars we never named aloud, I should have unraveled in that office. Instead, there was an unsettling calm sitting in my chest, quiet and watchful.“You’re a fool,” I muttered to myself as I shut the door behind me.I didn’t even bother taking off my shoes before calling Cassia. She picked up on the first ring, and once I started talking, everything spilled out. The office. The tension. His eyes. The way the past had brushed against my present like a ghost that refused to stay buried.“Wow,” she said when I finally paused for breath. “So you two are meeting tomorrow?”I froze.“Wait… why aren’t you surprised?” I asked.There was a brief silence on the other end, the kind that always meant trouble.“I have a confession to make,” she said carefully.She confessed. She told him I was the CEO.“Cassia,” I said, rubbing my forehead, “you could have at least given me a he