บททั้งหมดของ After Divorce, My Boss Made Me His Obsession : บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

Aurelia’s POV We spent most of the day indoors, curled up in our quiet little world. I had one of Julien’s books open, while Cassia kept humming songs from her playlist. Every few hours, my phone lit up with Julien’s name, short calls, just to check on me. The kind of attention that feels both comforting and terrifying.By the next morning, the realtor arrived, bright and chipper, ready to show us an estate she swore we’d love. And she was right.The moment we stepped out of the car, I inhaled deeply. The air felt different there, cleaner, calmer, expensive. The house itself was a dream: two bedrooms, furnished beautifully, walls still smelling of fresh paint. Everything looked too new, too beautiful, too much for someone like me.Cassia spun around the living room with wide eyes. “Aurelia, look at this! The sunlight literally filters in like a movie scene. Eco-friendly, rich neighbors, the perfect hideaway for you.”I ran my hand along the marble counter, hesitating. “It’s beautif

Aurelia’s POV My throat tightened. “You… you did this?”He shrugged lightly. “Cassia had the idea. I just wanted to make sure you didn’t forget how special you are.”Cassia giggled behind me. “And my job here is done,” she said, slipping toward the door. “You two have fun.”“Cassia…” I called, but she was already gone, leaving only laughter and the faint scent of her perfume.Julien took a step forward, the flowers still in his hands. “You look beautiful,” he said softly.And just like that, every ounce of my self-control began to crumble.“Thank you,” I breathed, smiling as I took the bouquet from Julien. It was so large, it almost swallowed me whole, an explosion of white and red roses.“It’s heavy,” I laughed, struggling to balance it. He chuckled quietly, taking half the weight before helping me set it on the table.“So, birthday girl,” he said, his voice low and teasing as his fingers brushed mine. “Would you like a dance?”I blinked, surprised. “A dance? Here?”He shrugged, a

Aurelia’s POVMy colleagues crowded around me in the parking lot after work, their eyes darting between me and the sleek car.“Birthday gift, huh?” John teased with a grin.I smiled faintly, keeping my little secret tucked where it belonged. Some things were sweeter when left unspoken.That evening, I returned home, slipped out of my heels, and let the silence fill the space like music. I cooked, read, and lived simply. It was strange, how peace could feel both foreign and addictive. For two weeks, life settled into a soft rhythm, though I barely saw Julien.Until one Wednesday.He called me to his office under the guise of a ‘work review’. But when I walked in his eyes burned through my composure, and before I knew it, my back was against the wall, his mouth tracing the same places my mind had been missing. We were careful, quiet, but when I returned to my desk later, cheeks flushed, hair slightly undone, Cassia’s text flashed on my screen:> ‘Did you just commit office sin, ma’am?’

Aurelia’s POVAfter dropping Cassia off, I drove home with my windows down, letting the cold night air slap the thoughts out of me. But no amount of breeze could silence the ghost of Grant’s stare.But despite that, the way everyone looked at me tonight, admiration, respect, curiosity, it felt good. Like finally being seen after years of being invisible. After a long, warm bath, Julien called just like he promised. His voice, deep, tender, grounding, washed away the chaos Grant had stirred.“I’m so proud of you, Aurelia,” he said for what felt like the hundredth time.“Thank you,” I whispered, smiling into the receiver. When we hung up, I curled up in bed, trying to hold onto that calm. By morning, the sunlight slipped through my curtains, golden and gentle. I made coffee, scrolled through my phone, and just as I started feeling normal again, my screen lit up with an unknown number.Something inside me hesitated. Sunday mornings were for peace, not ghosts. Still, I picked up.“Hey…

Aurelia’s POVMy throat tightened.For once, I couldn’t think of a single smart reply or teasing comment. Julien’s words hung in the air like the soft echo of a confession you weren’t ready for but had been secretly waiting to hear.“It’s okay,” he said gently. “You can take your time. I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable because I confessed my feelings.”I nodded, forcing a small smile I didn’t really feel. “I just… need a second,” I whispered, before escaping to the bathroom.I splashed cold water on my face, hoping it would wash away the chaos in my chest.I liked Julien, no, I loved him. But something inside me still trembled at the thought of love. Maybe it was fear. Maybe it was the ghost of a love that once destroyed me.The next day at the office, a delivery man appeared at my door with a bouquet of roses so bright they almost hurt to look at. I already knew who it was from.I clenched my jaw and called the number printed on the tiny note.“Grant, stop sending me these,” I s