All Chapters of After Divorce, My Boss Made Me His Obsession : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Aurelia's POV “I didn’t think it would hurt you,” I said, my voice small.“Wow,” he muttered. Clearly taken aback by my answer. “I don’t… I don’t mean it that way,” I said quickly, but the damage was done.He folded his arms, eyes fixed on the window as if looking anywhere but me.“It did hurt, Aurelia. For a minute, I thought we had something real. Then I woke up and you were gone. Your bag gone. The painful part? You left everything I bought for you, like it reminded you of me and you wanted to get rid of it. You didn’t even pick my calls.”“That’s not why I left those things,” I said in a rush. “I swear, I just… couldn’t take them all.”“Then why didn’t you come back for them afterwards?” he asked, voice quiet but heavy.“I… I…” I sighed, words collapsing before they could form.He gave a small, resigned smile. “I understand, Aurelia. I really do.”He sat up, reaching for the car key. “Can I drive you home now?”I nodded.I wanted to explain more, to make him understand why I lef

Aurelia’s POVFor a long while, we just lay there, breathing, the silence soft and slow, filled with the rhythm of two hearts learning to rest again.When the rush of it all finally calmed, I gently moved his hand from around my waist. “I need to use the bathroom,” I whispered.Julien’s lips curved into a teasing smirk. “I hope you don’t disappear from there.”I chuckled. “Too early. I disappear at midnight.”“Right,” he said with a laugh.I grabbed the sheet and wrapped it around myself.“You know I’ve already seen everything, right?” he said, one arm propped behind his head, eyes glinting with playful mischief.I shot him a shy look before turning away, feeling my cheeks flush. “Still,” I muttered, hurrying into the bathroom.Warm water met my skin, and I exhaled deeply, sinking into the bath. My eyes fluttered shut as memories came rushing back, his touch, his voice, the way he said my name like it meant something more than just letters.A smile tugged at my lips before I even real

Aurelia’s POVAfter eating, we sat back and sipped fresh juice, no alcohol this time. The sweetness lingered on my tongue, light and refreshing, the perfect end to a perfect day.Cassia leaned forward, her eyes glinting. “See how you’re blushing,” she teased.I laughed, feeling my cheeks grow even warmer. “This is wonderful. He’s not even here, and yet he somehow makes everything feel sweet.”Cassia smirked knowingly. “That’s what real men do, darling. They make their presence felt even in their absence.”I smiled at her words. “Well, I guess we should go home now. I don’t want to keep the chauffeur waiting too long, he’s been so patient already.”Cassia groaned playfully. “You and your endless kindness. Always thinking about others.”“What can I say?” I shrugged lightly, smiling. “It’s my curse and my charm.”We stood up, still laughing, when I bumped into someone near the entrance. My shoulder brushed against his arm.“Oh, I’m so sorry,” I said quickly.The man turned sharply, his t

Aurelia’s POVThe next day started like any other, quiet, ordinary, and deceptively calm. I spent most of the morning checking through my emails and cross-verifying a few pending reports. The weight of the new campaign had shifted mostly to the marketing and production teams, which meant my desk finally looked human again.Cassia and I received an email earlier that morning, the marketing team was set to give their presentation on Friday, and since the product had originated from our department, we were required to attend.The rest of the day slipped by without any sign of Julien. No accidental meetings in the hallway. No stolen glances through the glass. No calls.By the time I left work that evening, the emptiness of the day felt louder than usual. I told myself not to overthink it, he was busy, he was the boss, he had a company to run. But a small, insecure voice in my chest whispered otherwise.By Thursday the cafeteria buzzed with chatter and the faint clatter of trays. I was ha

Aurelia’s POV We finally settled on Cartoon Network. Somehow, it felt easier, no heavy emotions, no intense plotlines. Just mindless laughter.I kept munching on snacks while he continued to massage my legs, occasionally switching the warm towel on my stomach like it was the most natural thing in the world. Somewhere amid the cartoons, laughter, and soft background light, my eyes grew heavy. The warmth of his hands, the softness of the couch, the rhythm of his breathing, everything blurred together until I drifted into sleep.When I stirred, I was no longer on the couch, I was on the bed. Julien’s bed. His hand moved gently over my stomach, slow, soothing circles. I didn’t even open my eyes, I just let myself sink back into that feeling.The next time I woke, the sunlight had spilled through the curtains, golden and quiet. I groaned softly, sitting up. The space beside me was empty.And then I saw it. My heart stopped. The faint red stain on the white sheets.“Oh, shit,” I whispered