Lahat ng Kabanata ng Divorced and Remarried: Desired by Two Billionaires : Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

11~Dylan’s POVI did not expect to see her.Not there. Not like that.I had replayed that moment in my head a thousand times since it happened, but nothing prepared me for the real thing.Seeing Velma again felt like a physical impact. Like walking into a wall at full speed and realising too late that there was no way around it. One second, I was moving through the airport, thinking about meetings and numbers and the dull weight of routine, and the next she was there.Alive.Standing close enough that I could have reached out and touched her.My heart reacted before my mind did. It slammed hard against my ribs, loud and reckless. There was a brief, stupid moment where happiness rushed in so fast it almost knocked me over. She was really here. She had come back. I had not imagined her voice for five years just to punish myself.I said her name without meaning to. It slipped out, soft and shocked.She turned slowly, and when her eyes met mine, something in my chest cracked. There was n

13~Velma’s POVA few minutes later, the service arrived. The rich smell of pancakes filled the hotel room, warm and sweet, drifting into every corner as our food was brought in. My stomach rumbled despite the travel fatigue, and I smiled at him, a quiet happiness rising in my chest.Plates were carefully set in front of Jaden and me, steam curling off the food. I took a moment, looking at him, his eyes wide and expectant, before picking up my fork.“Mommy,” he piped up, his small brow furrowed in mock scolding, “you didn’t brush your teeth yet.”I froze mid-reach, realizing he was right. I had told him before that skipping brushing was a bad habit, and he hadn’t forgotten.“I know, sweetheart,” I said softly, smiling at his earnestness. “I’ll do it now. You keep eating, don’t let it get cold.”He nodded happily, digging back into his pancakes as I stood and headed for the bathroom. The cool morning light streamed through the curtains, painting golden stripes across the floor. I brush

15~Dylan’s POVI couldn’t focus. Not on the reports in front of me. Not on the emails piling up in my inbox. My mind kept drifting back, again and again, to her. Velma. The way she had walked past me at the airport, her hand tightly gripping Jaden’s, her back straight, her eyes cold but steady. The memory of her ring, that quiet declaration, haunted me. I leaned back in my chair, letting out a long, frustrated breath.The office felt too small. The hum of the air conditioner was too loud. Every click of the keyboard, every ring of the phone, felt like it was echoing, mocking me. I tried to concentrate on work, tried to bury myself in reports, but my thoughts kept circling back. The way she had told me, firmly, that she was remarried. That they were a family.I shoved the papers aside.I tried. I really did. I flipped through spreadsheets, responded to clients, nodded in meetings, but the numbers and the deals felt meaningless. Her face, her voice, the memory of her telling me she was

17~Dylan’s POVBy the time the clock struck twelve, I was already on my feet.I did not wait. I did not sit back to think twice. The moment that number changed, I grabbed my bag from the chair and walked out of my office like I had somewhere urgent to be, because I did. My assistant tried to say something as I passed, but I barely heard him. My mind was already elsewhere.Lena’s Art Gallery.Velma.The drive felt longer than usual, even though the streets were clear. Every red light irritated me. I tapped my fingers on the steering wheel, checking the time again and again like it might run away from me. I told myself I was calm. That this was business. That this meeting was normal.It was a lie, but I let it stand.Being a known figure in the country came with its own strange privileges. The moment I arrived, everything felt arranged already. Security nodded. Staff smiled politely. There was no confusion about who I was or where I was meant to go.“Sir, this way,” a young woman said,

19~Velma’s POVMy chest was tight like something heavy was sitting there. I did not know what to do. I did not know where to turn. All I knew was that I did not want to see Dylan. Not now. Not ever again. And yet, he was there, pushing his way into my life like the past had every right to return.I walked to the window and stared outside, but my mind was nowhere near the street below. My thoughts kept circling back to him. To the way he kept trying. The calls. The messages. It made me feel trapped, like the ground under my feet was no longer solid.“I cannot do this,” I whispered to myself.That was when it became clear. I needed to leave. I needed to go back to Theron. Back to the place where I felt safe. Back to the life that did not ask me to reopen wounds I had spent years closing.I pulled my bags from the corner and laid them open on the bed. My hands moved quickly, folding clothes, packing without thinking too much. If I slowed down, I knew I would start to doubt myself.“Momm