บททั้งหมดของ After Divorce, My Boss Made Me His Obsession : บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

Aurelia’s POV“What?” Cassia gasped, eyes wide in disbelief.Grant leaned against the counter, wearing that same smug expression that used to make my skin crawl. “Well I’m glad you’re back. Also I've forgiven you,” he said casually, as if we were picking up from a small argument and not a broken marriage. “Now make us dinner when you’re done with the porridge. And my clothes need ironing.”I blinked, then laughed. A quiet, disbelieving laugh that came from somewhere deep and tired.I turned to face him fully. “I’m no longer married to you, Grant.”His brows furrowed. “It’s not official.”“I don’t care what’s official,” I said, my tone cutting clean through the air. “I’m not your wife. I’m not your maid. While I’m taking care of my son, you’ll use this time to get those divorce papers ready. I’m only here for Oliver. No one else.”He tilted his head, mock confusion on his face. “So what are you saying?”I raised a brow. “You’re not deaf, Grant.”The words hung heavy between us. He sta

Aurelia's POV The rest of the evening passed quietly. I kept thinking about Julien, his voice still echoing softly in my head, replaying in the background of every thought.While doing Oliver’s laundry, I caught myself smiling more than once. It was strange, feeling that warmth again after so long.Once I was done, I made a light dinner for Oliver, something his stomach could handle and fed him slowly. Afterward, I helped him wash up, tucked him in, and watched him drift off to sleep.By the time I bathed and slipped into my robe, the house was still. Grant and Selene hadn’t returned, not that I cared.Lying beside my son, I finally allowed myself to relax. My eyes fluttered shut, and soon, sleep found me, gentle at first, then vivid.In my dream, I was back in my office, not the store room this time. Julien was there. The way he looked at me made my heart ache in places I thought had gone numb. He reached out, brushed his fingers down my arm, and I leaned into him without thinking.

Aurelia’s POVI made a point of letting my heels click loud enough in the hallway so the gossip would hush. It worked, the office fell into that brittle silence you get right before someone starts pretending they weren’t listening.“Hy,” Sara chirped from her doorway.“Good morning,” I said, smiling like it was something I could wear and take off.Stella was the one who leaned forward, eyes all curiosity and pity. “What happened to your arm?”“Minor accident,” I said.“Oh my goddess, are you okay?” someone else offered, the chorus of concern perfectly timed. I nodded, collected, and let them feed the story whatever flavor they preferred. Better them whispering rumors than knowing the truth.By the time I reached my office, their apologies were trailing me like confetti after a funeral parade. Cassia appeared at my door before I could sit. Her face was tight, protective and furious in equal measure.Of course I whispered all that happened to her.“You should press charges,” she said w

Aurelia’s POV I returned to the room and took out the breakfast he got for me, warm, hearty, and somehow tasting homemade. I wondered how Julien managed to get it here so quickly. For the first time in what felt like ages, I didn’t feel alone. Between Julien’s quiet kindness and Cassia’s fierce loyalty, I finally felt like I had an army behind me. That thought alone soothed something inside me, helping me eat until I was full. I packed up the rest, and the nurses came in occasionally to check on Oliver’s vitals. Not long after, the doctor returned. “Once the payment is made, we can proceed with the surgery on Monday,” he said. Relief washed over me so strong that my knees nearly gave out. Monday. Just a few more days. By two o’clock, Cassia burst into the room, worry etched all over her face. I told her everything, the diagnosis, the upcoming surgery, and how Julien had come to the hospital that morning. Cassia folded her arms and sighed. “You know, I really want to curse out G

Aurelia’s POV The next morning, I woke up before sunrise. The hospital hallway was unusually still, no footsteps, no murmurs, just the rhythmic hum of the machines keeping time with my heartbeat. Grant, Selene, and Mrs. Amara were nowhere in sight. I told the nurse I’d step out to get Oliver some food. The moment I stepped outside, the crisp morning air brushed against my skin, clearing the fog in my head. The taxi ride home was quiet, and I realized Cassia had slipped some money into my bag. My eyes watered. That woman was my miracle in human form. When I got home, I changed quickly and went straight to the kitchen. The scent of warm milk and vanilla filled the air as I stirred the custard, my mind wandering to Oliver’s soft laugh, his tiny hands gripping mine even in sleep. I packed his food neatly and was about to leave when Mrs. Amara’s voice pierced the calm. “How’s Oliver?” she asked from the stairs, her silk robe trailing behind her like a crown of entitlement. “He’s sta