All Chapters of After Divorce, My Boss Made Me His Obsession : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Aurelia’s POV“I… I don’t understand,” I whispered, gripping my phone tighter.“Come to the house now,” Grant’s voice cracked through the line, urgent and ragged. “Please, don’t tell anyone. Not even the police. They gave strict rules.”“Okay okay, I’m coming…” I stammered, my pulse pounding so loud I could barely hear him.“Remember,” he said, his voice trembling, “if you want to see him alive, don’t tell anyone.”The call cut. Silence.For a long second, I stood there frozen, my phone still pressed to my ear even though the line was dead. My hands wouldn’t stop shaking.Julien. I thought of Julien. We were supposed to go on a date tonight, but Grant’s warning echoed louder in my head. Don’t tell anyone.I forced myself to move, grabbed my keys, barely remembering to lock my door before speeding out of the driveway. The city lights blurred into streaks of gold and red through my tears.By the time I reached the estate, my heart felt like it had been carved out of my chest. I parked a

Aurelia’s POVI kept hearing sounds downstairs, muffled thuds, something breaking, a voice choking on pain, but Julien had told me to wait. So I waited.Each second crawled across my skin like fire. My heart wouldn’t stop hammering against my ribs. What if Oliver was down there? What if whatever was happening hurt him?I couldn’t stay still any longer. I grabbed the same knife Julien had used to untie me and crept downstairs, each step a tremor beneath my feet.When I reached the bottom, I froze.Grant was sprawled across the floor, his hands bound behind his back, one eye completely swollen shut. His lips were split, his jaw mottled in shades of blue and red. He was wheezing, the kind of sound that came from a chest full of regret and broken ribs.Julien stood above him, fists still trembling with fury. His jaw flexed as he lifted his foot, ready to kick again, when I rushed forward and grabbed his arm.“Please,” I breathed, my fingers wrapping around his wrist, “it’s enough.”Not th

Aurelia’s POVThe weekend flew by too quickly, but for once, it wasn’t chaos, it was peace.Sunday was just Oliver and me. Pancakes, cartoons, and laughter that filled every corner of my house.By Monday morning, the world felt lighter. Julien had sent the chauffeur, just as he promised. I got ready for work, dressed in quiet confidence, and together, Oliver and I drove to Grant’s house.The moment I stepped inside, I saw Grant sitting with Selene. Most of his swelling had gone down, but his face still carried the aftermath of his choices. The silence between us was sharp enough to cut glass.“What are you doing here?” Selene asked, folding her arms with that fake superiority I used to fear.I didn’t even spare her a glance. Then, a woman walked in, a warm smile, kind eyes. I instantly knew she was his nanny. Relief bloomed in my chest.“Oliver will be going to school from here,” I said, my voice steady. “But on Friday evenings, Mr. Rhys…” I gestured toward the chauffeur “...will pick

Aurelia’s POVI pulled out my phone and called Lawrence. He picked on the second ring, his voice calm and professional as always. We agreed to meet the next day. But calm was the last thing I could be.Cassia was just walking in when she spotted me pacing around the lobby. Her brows furrowed as I rushed to her.“Relax,” she said, placing a hand on my arm. “There’s no way they’ll take Oliver from you. Trust me.”Her confidence should’ve been enough to steady me, but my voice still trembled. “Are you sure?”“I’m sure,” she said firmly, her tone leaving no room for doubt.That night, I went home but barely touched my food. Every sound, every passing car outside made my chest tighten.Julien noticed, of course. He always did.“Should I ask my lawyer to take up the case?” he asked softly, sitting beside me.I shook my head. “No. Barr. Lawrence is a very good lawyer.”He nodded. “True. I’ve heard about him.”I stared down at my hands. “I just don’t understand why Grant won’t give up.”Julie

Aurelia’s POVMy heart was pounding so loud I thought the entire courtroom could hear it, each beat echoing like a drum of fear and hope colliding.Oliver sat in the witness box, his small fingers clutching the wooden edge. He was asked a few simple questions first: his name, his age, if he knew why he was here. Then came the ones that truly mattered.He spoke, soft at first, then with a child’s quiet bravery. He told them how I left when things became unbearable. How he fell sick. How his father left him alone in the house. And how, when I returned, I took care of him until he got better.Every word hit me like sunlight through storm clouds. I hadn’t expected him to speak so vividly, so truthfully. I was certain Grant had rehearsed him to lie. But my boy… my sweet Oliver, he told our truth.When the judge nodded and the opposing counsel had no further questions, I could finally breathe again.Then came the verdict. The judge adjusted his glasses and spoke in that steady, unshakable t