All Chapters of After Divorce, My Boss Made Me His Obsession : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Aurelia’s POV“Aurelia,” he continued, voice low and trembling, “I’m truly sorry. You’re a rare gem, and I messed up. But if you let me… I’ll spend the rest of my life proving how sorry I am.”The way he said it, so calm, so sincere, you’d think he was a saint repenting for sins he didn’t commit. I dropped my phone on the table and looked at him flatly.“Get up,” I said.He hesitated. “So… you’ve forgiven me?”“No,” I replied. “You’re just embarrassing me.”The words landed sharp. He slowly got back into his chair, eyes darting down like a scolded child.“What is wrong with you, Grant?” I asked, exasperated.“Nothing,” he said quietly. “I just know I messed up. And I’m sorry.”“Apologizing won’t change the past,” I told him.“I know,” he said, his voice cracking slightly. “That’s why I’m asking for a chance to make it right.”I leaned forward, meeting his eyes. “You don’t understand. I’m not that Aurelia anymore. I don’t shrink for anyone. And I don’t even like you anymore.”He froze,

Aurelia’s POVI set the little tortoise on my nightstand and stared at it like it was a trophy. A ridiculous, adorable, perfect reminder of a man who somehow made chaos feel like calm.Days passed quietly after that. Grant hadn’t called or texted, which, for once, felt like freedom.Julien, on the other hand, was my daily dose of sanity and madness all at once. When I missed him, I’d wander into his office under the excuse of “urgent work.” The door would close, and suddenly the world outside didn’t exist.Sometimes, our stolen moments felt like a secret no one else deserved to know. Once, his secretary nearly walked in, and I had to duck beneath his desk, trying not to laugh while Julien pretended to be deep in paperwork. The second the door shut, he looked down at me with that grin that could melt my entire resolve.Afterward, we laughed so hard he had to send his secretary halfway across town on a “special errand.”But it wasn’t just the thrill or the laughter, it was him.The way

Aurelia’s POV I stood there long after he drove off, my fingers still cold from the air he left behind. It wasn’t even his words that hurt me, it was the way he said them. Like a man who’d already bled enough and was done explaining why. The ache hit me in waves. I pressed my palms against my chest, fighting back the tears that burned at the corners of my eyes. How could someone sound so broken yet still so composed? By the time I got into my car, my throat ached from holding back sobs. I didn’t want to go home. The silence there would crush me. Instead, I drove straight to Cassia’s house. She opened the door before I could even knock. One look at me, and she didn’t need to ask a thing. Cassia simply stepped aside, handed me a glass, and poured a generous splash of white wine. “You know how you always tell me to go for Lawrence before it’s too late?” she said, curling up beside me on the couch. “You should go for this man before it’s too late.” I stared at the drink in m

Aurelia’s POVJulien fell asleep halfway through a movie neither of us were really watching. His breathing evened out, soft and calm. I reached for the remote and muted the TV.He looked peaceful, boyish, almost. I pulled the comforter higher over his chest, tucking him in.For the first time in a long while, I felt light. I’d said it. Not all of it, but enough. Enough to free myself from the ghost of Grant that had haunted my every decision.I no longer owed my past any space in my present. Grant wouldn’t control me anymore, my thoughts, my heart, or my happiness. Not now, not ever.I lay down beside Julien, letting the quiet hum of the night settle between us. The feverish flush had left his skin, and a soft color had returned to his cheeks. Relief pooled inside me, warm and steady.My gaze lingered on him longer than it should have. On the way his chest rose and fell, the small crease between his brows, the way his hand twitched slightly as though reaching for something even in his

Aurelia’s POVThe next day at the office, during lunch, a staff member approached me carrying a large bouquet.The moment my colleagues saw it, a chorus of “Awws” erupted. My mood flipped instantly, but I hesitated, thinking, Grant again?I carefully unfolded the note tucked inside the bouquet.‘White tulips for my Vireya.’My eyes widened. Vireya? That’s the name of the character Julien and I had been reading about in The Black Wolf. My heart skipped.I raised my head, and there he was. Julien, casually grabbing a drink from the fridge, eyes sparkling with mischief. He winked at me and walked away, leaving me practically glowing.“Who is Vireya?” Sara asked, frowning in confusion.“It’s an inside joke,” I said, trying to keep my composure.“Oh,” she murmured, but I could tell the curiosity in her eyes hadn’t gone away.“Wait, there’s something else,” Cassia piped up, pointing to the box at the bottom of the bouquet.I opened it carefully, and froze. Inside lay a diamond necklace, spa