All Chapters of My Devil Ex-husband's Obsession : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Taylor The office was dead silent when I walked in. Every pair of eyes swivelled toward me. Devon had explicitly told me to stay home today. Clearly, no one expected me to defy him and I loved it.I clicked my heels across the polished floor even though it fucking hurts, purse over my shoulder, ignoring whispers and stares. Let them talk. Let them wonder. Taylor always came back on top.When I sat at my desk, a knock at the side door startled me. A delivery man appeared with a bouquet of deep red roses and a small chocolate cake.I blinked. My lips curved into a slow, satisfied smile.I turned the flowers in my hands, inhaled their scent, then slowly reached for my phone, pretending to type a text. Maybe I was texting him back. Maybe I wasn’t. I let my fingers hover over the screen just so Devon could see.Perfect.From across the office, I felt him. Devon. The heat radiating from him told me he was watching, jealous, furious, and more than a little frustrated that he didn’t get to b

Devon’s pov FLASHBACK HOURS AGO Henry shifted nervously in his chair, glancing at me like he’d already lost before the conversation started. I didn’t bother softening my tone. “She’s going,” I said, voice flat, letting the words settle between us. Henry’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. “Taylor? Are you sure? I…” I cut him off with a shake of my head. “ Don't even say a fucking word. I know what happened earlier but this isn't your decision. Got it! ” “ Also, Here’s the fucking truth, if you try anything, any stunt, any manipulation, any attempt to corner her again. I will make your career, your reputation, hell, your entire life, a memory you regret. Understand?” His smirk vanished entirely. The confidence that usually oozed off him shriveled under my gaze. “Yes… yes, sir,” he murmured, voice tight. I leaned back slightly, smirking. “Good. Because this trip is non-negotiable. She’s representing us.” Henry exhaled, rubbing his face, and I let the silence do the work.

Taylor's povHenry just stared at us dumbfounded. Oh gosh! Why did he have to enter now? He can't see us like this. No. No. No.“I should leave,” he muttered, stepping back toward the door, his voice cracked, his face unreadable.But before he could turn the handle again, I found my voice slipping away from Devon's grip.“No,” I said too quickly. “I’ll leave first.”He looked at me, confused, maybe even a little amused. I didn’t wait for a reply. I brushed past him and out of the room before my thoughts could catch up with my legs.My heart was pounding too fast, too loud like my body was trying to drown out everything that had just happened. I didn’t even know if I was trembling from anger, fear, or the memory of Devon’s breath on my neck.The elevator ride down felt endless and it felt as if I was losing it.By the time I reached the bathroom, my chest hurt from holding in the tears. I slammed the door shut, locked it, and leaned against the sink. My reflection stared back, pale,

Taylor's pov “ Ahhh! “The scream tore out of me before I could stop it. My back slammed against the wall as the vase on my desk broke into shards. My pulse spiked, every nerve in my body screaming.Someone was trying to enter my room. Who's that? Haven't I had enough scares in a day? Huh?I froze for a heartbeat, barely breathing, listening to the soft sounds of footsteps across the roof.“Who’s there?!” I shouted, trying to sound braver than I felt.Nothing. Just the creak of the floorboards again.I inched closer to the window, heart pounding, instincts screaming at me to flee but curiosity rooted me in place. My fingers brushed the curtain, and I yanked it aside.The masked man froze when he saw me.Tall. Broad-shouldered. Moving like he’d rehearsed this a thousand times. Oh my God!“Get out!” I yelled. My voice sounded small and ridiculous.His gaze shifted towards me and he lunged inside but I moved aside just in time. Then his gaze darted to my dresser. And my stomach dropp

Devon's pov Taylor followed me out of the office, her footsteps quick but uncertain. The sound of her heels echoed faintly against the marble floor, steady at first, then slowing as we reached the exit.I didn’t wait for her to catch up. I just kept walking, my hands in my pockets nor did I look back. She finally caught up, clutching her bag against her chest. “Devon, wait.” I stopped but didn’t turn around. “I can’t go,” she said softly. There it was again. The hesitation that I've always despised in her. I turned to face her, heaving a sigh. “You think you have a choice?” Her eyes darted away, her voice trembling just slightly. “I have something to do. Something important. I can’t leave right now.” I stepped closer. “ You're kidding right?” She hesitated. “I’ll go with Henry. You can go alone.” The words made me laugh quietly, though there was nothing funny about them. “Henry?” I repeated. “You’re joking.” Her lips pressed into a thin line, stubborn. “He’s…I'll... I’ll