Unexpected Divorce 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 21 - 챕터 30

She stood across the space; wore ivory silk like it was armor, confidence stitched into every seam, diamonds resting casually against her collarbone—expensive enough to remind anyone watching that she belonged to money. A glass of wine held loosely, her smile fixed and sharp. Her eyes swept over me, pausing too long at my own dress, Beside her, Marcus shifted uncomfortably. Our eyes met. I didn’t look away, I lifted my glass slightly—not a toast, not a challenge. Just acknowledgment. Gina’s smile faltered for half a second. She excused herself from Marcus beside her and crossed the room with unhurried grace, heels clicking softly against marble. Predatory. Controlled. “Anna,” she said, stopping just close enough to invade my space. “I was wondering how long it would take before we meet again.” I didn’t step back. Didn’t flinch. I lifted my glass instead, meeting her gaze calmly. “Gina. I didn’t realize you were interested in my work.” “Oh, I’m not,” she replied smoothly. “I’m

Gina’s POV I watched Anna walk away with Nathan, my fingers tightening at my sides. I hate being challenged She had stood up for herself. She hadn’t flinched. She hadn’t softened her words or tried to smooth the tension the way she normally does. She spoke as if she belonged here. As if she hadn’t clawed her way in through luck or borrowed favor. The realization burned hotter than the champagne sliding down my throat. I didn’t know she had it in her I turned slowly, moved through the room searching for Marcus with elegance, nodding at familiar faces, offering smiles that didn’t reach my eyes. Every step was controlled, but inside, something sharp was unraveling. Anna had changed. And Nathan That was the part I couldn’t ignore. Was something going on between them? Or was my pride inventing thoughts where there were none? Nathan didn’t waste time on women who didn’t matter. He didn’t escort them away from conversations. He didn’t lower his voice for them or shield them with hi

Jessie dragged through the glass doors of La Fiera one of the competitors to sweet body in rare designer clothes. The sky outside had turned a deep, velvet blue. The day’s excitement still hummed in my veins, the applause, the bonus alerts, and Nathan’s message. Jessie was in her element. She moved through the designer store like she owned shares in it, fingers brushing silk blouses, lifting structured blazers from their racks, inspecting stitching with professional pride. “They have amazing designs,” Jessie whispered, her voice low but sharp with pride, “but not compared to ours.” “This,” Jessie declared, pulling out a cream tailored dress, “is screaming your name.” I glanced at the price tag. I choked on my breath “Jessie,” I whispered, eyes widening. “This is more than three months’ rent.” Jessie didn’t even blink. “And?” “And?” I repeated, lowering my voice. “Do you know what I could do with this money? I could finally rent my own apartment. I wouldn’t have to worry about

Anna's POV “Daniela, can you give me a minute with Anna?” Miss Martha didn’t wait for an answer. She was already walking in. The glass door closed behind her with deliberate slowness. Inside the fitting room became heavier because of her I looked up from the mannequin I was adjusting. “Is everything okay?” Martha didn’t respond immediately. She walked deeper into the room, heels clicking sharply against the floor, arms folded tightly across her chest. She stopped beside the mannequin and ran her fingers over the fabric I had just pinned, almost possessively. “In my years as a designer,” she began, lifting her chin slightly, “I have worked incredibly hard to maintain a high standard for myself.” I stood opposite her, calm and attentive, though I had no idea where this was heading. There was pride in her voice. “I didn’t get here by luck,” she continued. “I built my reputation piece by piece.” She began walking slowly around the mannequin. “Even when recruiting des

The moment I stepped into the hallway, she folded her arms. “I heard you’ll be in charge of Mr. Fourth’s design.” “Yes,” I said. My voice came out softer than I intended. Sad. I still hadn’t told her about the video. If I did, she would panic. And right now, panic was the last thing I needed. The fitting room where Martha confronted me had been private. This hallway wasn’t. I glanced at my wristwatch to check the time. “It’s almost break,” I said quickly. “Let’s get something to eat.” Jessie studied me for a second. She knew me well enough to notice the shift. But she nodded. “Fine.” We stepped outside Sweet Body and began walking down the street “Why would she give you that assignment,” Jessie said, her tone tightening, “when she could’ve taken it to the older designers? And with Daniela? The new girl?” She talks while we give way to pedestrians. Silence. Our flats scrub against the pavement. “Anna,” she nudged. “Talk to me.” We walked a few blocks and entered a small