Get Lost Ex-husband 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 1 - 챕터 10

The afternoon sun filtered gently through the glass windows of the café, casting soft shadows across the marble floor. The place was quiet, refined, and filled with the low hum of muted conversations exactly the kind of environment Ava Hilton preferred. She sat across from Rebecca Moore, her posture relaxed but her eyes alert, fingers lightly tapping against her thigh in a steady rhythm. “Why can’t I accept the case?” Ava asked calmly as she leaned back against the couch. Her voice was even, but there was a sharp glint in her eyes. “You sighed three times already. That usually means trouble.” Rebecca hesitated, then nodded with another helpless sigh. “It’s not that I don’t want you to take it. It’s just that… this case is complicated.” Ava arched an eyebrow. “Explain.” Rebecca straightened in her seat and began laying out the details. As she spoke, Ava listened silently, her fingers tapping slower, more deliberately. With every sentence, her expression grew colder, more thou

Ava nodded calmly after listening to the servant’s report, her expression composed and unconcerned. “Don’t worry about him,” she said lightly. “He’s only following me. There doesn’t seem to be any ill intention.” The servant hesitated. “Should we increase security, Miss?” “No need,” Ava replied. “Let him watch if he wants to.” With that, she dismissed the matter entirely. That night, Ava slept better than she had in years. In the past, she would lie awake until dawn, anxiously waiting for Ethan to come home, worrying endlessly about losing him, about whether he would still want her, whether she was good enough to keep him by her side. Now that she had truly lost him, she felt… calm. Strangely calm. She had expected loneliness to suffocate her. Expected the silence of the villa to feel unbearable. But instead, she fell into a deep, dreamless sleep. When Ava opened her eyes again, it was to the sound of her alarm clock ringing softly in the early morning. She sat

Ava stared at Nancy Woods as if she’d just stepped into an alternate reality. Grandma’s eyes weren’t cloudy with confusion or softened by age the way people often assumed. They were sharp, piercing, intelligent, and full of emotion. The kind of gaze that could see right through the lies people thought they were hiding. Does Grandma really know? Ava wondered, her throat tightening. Nancy reached out without hesitation, grabbed Ava’s hand, and pulled her down to sit beside her on the couch. Her grip was warm, firm in the way only someone who truly cared could be. “Don’t worry,” Nancy said solemnly, patting Ava’s hand as if sealing a promise. “If that brat doesn’t go home at night again, I’ll punish him for you.” Ava blinked. Nancy leaned closer, her voice dropping with dramatic intensity. “I’ll break his legs.” Ava’s eyelashes trembled. So… Grandma knew Ava had been suffering. Grandma knew Ethan had been neglecting her. Grandma knew he’d been running to the hospital and

The moment Ava arrived home, she headed straight for the bathroom. Warm water cascaded down her shoulders, washing away the lingering tension from the night. She closed her eyes, letting the steam fog her thoughts. Only then did she realize how exhausted she had been, not physically, but emotionally. She felt better after the shower. Lighter. Although she had lived alone before marriage, it had never felt like this. Back then, even in solitude, her mind had always been occupied by Ethan, his schedule, his moods, his needs, his expectations. She had lived as if her world revolved around him. Now, for the first time in years, her thoughts belonged entirely to herself. Her career. Her future. Her freedom. Yet, as she dried her hair and slipped into comfortable clothes, a faint heaviness crept into her chest. Why did I waste so much of my life on that trash? she wondered bitterly. The question lingered but only briefly. As night deepened, Ava lay down and fell asle

“We can win.” Ava said it as if she were commenting on the weather, light, calm, effortless. But Sebastian King believed her. He sat back slightly, studying the woman across from him with a new kind of focus. The elegant posture, the steady gaze, the quiet confidence, none of it looked like a bluff. People liked to say beautiful women were fragile decorated Vases pretty to look at, easy to break, useful only as ornaments. But this woman? If she truly was Aurora… then she wasn’t a vase. She was a blade. Sebastian eyes flashed with surprise and interest. “What is your condition?” he asked warmly. “I’ll agree, as long as it’s within my abilities.” Ava tapped her index finger against the table from time to time, a soft rhythm that carried more pressure than sound. Then she looked at him and smiled, calm, composed, and slightly playful. “I heard Mr. Nelson is holding a banquet in ten days.” Sebastian gaze sharpened. “Yes.” Ava tilted her head slightly. “Do you need a date for t