บททั้งหมดของ After the Divorce, My Billionaire Husband Lost His Mind: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

I woke to an empty house.The kind of emptiness that swallowed sound and left only echoes.For five years, I had never noticed how quiet it was when she wasn’t around. Not really noticed. Elara had always been there, somewhere in the background, smoothing the rough edges of my life—making everything easier without me asking. And now… she was gone.I had expected her to storm back into my office this morning, furious and pleading. I had expected the familiar mix of fear and devotion in her eyes. What I got instead was… nothing.Nothing.I ran my hand through my hair and tried to shake the unease. “She’ll call,” I muttered to myself, pacing the marble floor of my penthouse. “She always calls. She always comes back.”But the phone stayed silent.I called the office, the board, even her assistant. Everyone assured me the schedule was “as usual.” But nothing was usual. The house felt different, hollow in a way I didn’t recognize until she was gone.I poured a glass of whiskey, swirled it a

I hadn’t planned on following her.At least, that’s what I told myself as I stepped into the cool night air, my car gliding silently through the streets. But every instinct in me screamed: Don’t let her out of your sight. Not for a second.Elara had disappeared into the hotel lobby like smoke, untouchable, radiant, and utterly indifferent. And I… I couldn’t let that go. Not after the way I had thrown her away. Not after seeing her smile at someone else like she belonged entirely to the world—and not to me.I parked a block away and waited, watching her through the glass doors. She was still laughing with Marcus Hale, the arrogant bastard who had the audacity to flirt with my wife right in front of me. Every laugh tore at my chest like fire.I clenched my fists until my knuckles went white. My mind raced: I will not lose her. I can’t lose her. I will fix this—whatever it takes.I didn’t even notice when a valet approached. I barely heard the car horn from the street. All I could see wa

The morning after the gala, I couldn’t think. Couldn’t sleep. Couldn’t eat. My empire felt hollow, my penthouse lifeless, my victories meaningless.Elara had smiled at me. Not warmly. Not forgivingly. Not even teasingly. Just a small, calm, knowing smile—the kind that made my skin crawl and my heart hammer all at once.I tried to convince myself it was over. That I could ignore it, pretend I was in control. But every fiber of me screamed otherwise. I was obsessed.Obsessed with her. Obsessed with what I had lost. Obsessed with the idea that she might never forgive me.I couldn’t let her go.So I did the one thing a man like me would normally never do: I followed her.Not physically—at least, not yet. I started small, subtle. Business calls that coincided with her meetings. Invitations to charity events I knew she’d attend. Even sending flowers, carefully unsigned, hoping she’d notice.And she noticed.She always noticed.At lunch, I saw her walking into Le Jardin, her hair pulled back

The city never slept, but I couldn’t see it.All I could see was her. Elara. Every memory of her, every laugh, every moment I had taken for granted, every humiliation I had caused her—flashed through my mind like a relentless storm.I should have stopped. I should have stayed away. I should have given her the space she demanded. But obsession doesn’t obey rules. Obsession doesn’t care about boundaries, or pride, or logic.I needed her.And if she wouldn’t come to me… I would find a way to make her notice.I started small, but carefully calculated. I had invited her to a high-profile charity auction—one I knew she would attend. Not for the cause, not for the publicity, but because I knew she would command the room, and I wanted to see her in her element, untouchable, radiant, untouchable.I arrived early, my suit perfectly tailored, my hair slicked back, and my mind sharp despite the storm raging inside me. I moved through the crowd, nodding to associates, investors, socialites—but my

For the first time in years… I didn’t know what to say.The investor’s words echoed in my head.We’re in.The room felt smaller suddenly, like the walls were closing in around me. Five powerful investors sat at the table, their attention locked on Elara like she was the most valuable opportunity in the city.And she sat there like she belonged.Calm.Elegant.Untouchable.I should have been furious.I should have shut this down immediately.Instead… I felt something worse.Fear.Because the woman I once ignored had just convinced five seasoned investors to back her without hesitation.That wasn’t luck.That was power.“Elara,” I said slowly, forcing my voice to remain steady, “we need to talk privately.”Her gaze slid toward me, cool and assessing.“Do we?”The investors shifted slightly in their chairs, clearly fascinated.This wasn’t just business anymore.This was entertainment.“Now,” I added.For a moment, I thought she would refuse.Instead, she sighed softly and stood.“Gentlem