All Chapters of No More You: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Azzmi knows if she had taken it easy on her injured leg, she wouldn’t be going through this right now. But honestly, she has no regrets. She wanted to see the hospital, the children, and everyone around. It was her first time here, and it was still worth it.She knows she should be in the boardroom right now for her first briefing, but since it’s not too important and she already knows what Deininic is talking to them about, she figures she can always join them next time. Besides, she’s already met them.Trying not to put too much pressure on her leg, she leans back in her seat, placing her hands on the other two chairs beside her and extending her leg.“Is there anything you need, Mrs. Bamford?” one of the bodyguards asks as he comes closer.“Not for now,” she replies, closing her eyes to take a few deep breaths.As she relaxes, she imagines the children's faces, and it makes her smile. She was a little nervous interacting with them for the first time, not knowing how they’d receive

At Raven’s blunt question, Zerra straightened in her seat so fast it almost looked rehearsed. One hand pressed dramatically against her chest, outrage flashing across her face.“And you think Azzmi actually cares about the children?”“Yes,” Raven said without hesitation. “She does. I saw it myself.”Zerra’s expression tightened. “Ugh. Are you seriously taking her side now?”“I’m not taking sides.” His voice sharpened slightly. “I’m saying she genuinely cares about them. You admitted yourself that you don’t.”The tension in the room shifted instantly.Raven pushed himself off the couch and walked toward the window, dragging a hand through his hair. The conversation was already exhausting him.Behind him, Zerra quickly stood and caught his wrist before he could pull too far away.“Babe…”Her voice softened immediately.The change was so smooth it would have impressed anyone who didn’t know better.“You know what I went through in my marriage,” she said quietly. “You know how badly he tr

Raven’s Point of View“Now’s the time to speak up,” I tell her, my voice tighter than I intend. “Because we’re almost there.”For a second, I think she’ll stay quiet again.Instead, Azzmi exhales softly and begins explaining everything that happened with her mother… and the bear.The irritation inside me fades with every word.Her voice never fully breaks, but I hear the strain underneath it. The effort it takes for her to stay composed. And somehow, that makes it worse.I almost reach for her hand.Almost.But I stop myself before I can.Too much.Too soon.As she talks, something ugly settles heavily in my chest.I remember our wedding night. The tears in her eyes. The way she avoided looking at me.Back then, I’d thought she cried because she didn’t want me enough.Because she regretted marrying me.God.The realization hits harder than it should.She hadn’t been mourning our marriage.She’d been mourning her mother.And I’d made it about my pride.“So yeah,” she says finally, forc

Raven’s Point of ViewFor one dangerous second, I almost defend Zerra.But that would be a disaster in this conversation, so instead, I force myself to let it go.I place a hand on my father’s shoulder lightly.“We should head back downstairs.”“Nice try.” He points at me immediately, amused. “You’re not fooling me.”I raise a brow.“You just want to get back to your wife.”I let out a short laugh, mostly because denying it would only make things worse.“You definitely got me there.”My father looks entirely too satisfied with himself as we leave the office together.Halfway down the hall, his phone rings.He slows to answer it, but I continue walking ahead.Then I hear laughter.A woman’s laugh.Soft.Bright.And unfamiliar enough coming from Azzmi that it immediately catches my attention.I round the corner,and stop.Romel is standing far too close to her.Close enough that my jaw tightens instantly.He’s leaning slightly toward her while she laughs at something he said, and the si

The second Azzmi walks out of the bathroom, Raven goes completely still.She still has the robe over the red nightgown.But the front hangs slightly open.Enough for him to notice far more than he should.The silk clings tightly to the narrowest part of her waist before skimming over her hips, and the hem sits dangerously high on her thighs. Delicate lace curves around her chest, drawing attention to cleavage he absolutely should not be looking at.Raven immediately clears his throat and grabs his phone.Pretending to text Zerra suddenly feels very important.Azzmi walks past him without noticing the way his attention keeps following her anyway.Or maybe she does notice.That possibility somehow makes it worse.She sits in front of the mirror and unwraps her damp hair. Wet strands spill over her shoulders and stick to the thin fabric of her robe, darkening it slightly.Azzmi frowns in annoyance before slipping the robe off completely and using a towel to dry the ends.Raven’s eyes lif