Todos los capítulos de The CEO's Secret Wife, The Ex-Fiance's Worst Nightmare: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Jasmine stared at her phone screen for quite a long time.The message was still there. No additions. Not withdrawn.Yet its mere presence was enough to make her chest tighten.***You think you can just run away like that?***She turned off the screen, then placed the phone on the table with trembling hands. For a few moments, she simply sat in silence, calming her own breathing.“I must not panic,” she murmured softly.A knock sounded on the bedroom door.“Jasmine?” Jaden’s voice was heard from outside.She took a deep breath before answering. “Come in.”Jaden stepped inside with a serious face. His gaze immediately fell on Jasmine’s pale expression.“What is it?” he asked without preamble.Jasmine hesitated for a moment, then pushed her phone toward Jaden. “This message.”Jaden read quickly. His jaw tightened.“Who is it from?” he asked.“I don’t know yet,” Jasmine answered honestly. “But I can guess.”“Christopher?” Jaden’s voice lowered.Jasmine nodded slowly.Jaden clenched his h

That morning, the sky looked paler than usual.Jasmine sat in a wheelchair in front of a private hospital owned by an international network. The building rose quietly—clean and shielded from public attention. There was no large signboard. No reporters. Everything was completely confidential.Just like her life.Jaden stood beside her, wearing a simple dark suit. His hand held a medical file, while his gaze never left Jasmine’s face—a face that still carried traces of the accident and old wounds.“We can still cancel it,” Jaden said softly.Jasmine shook her head. “No.”“Are you sure?”Jasmine stared straight ahead. “I’ve lived with fear for too long. Today… I want to start over.”Jaden nodded. “All right.”He knelt in front of Jasmine, bringing their eyes to the same level.“Whatever the result is later,” he said firmly, “you are still my wife.”Jasmine swallowed. “I don’t want you to be disappointed.”“I didn’t marry for a face,” Jaden replied without hesitation. “I married because o

The name appeared without a sound.It was not spoken aloud.Not announced.It was simply printed neatly in the top-right corner of a financial report.Jasmine read it twice.Christopher Hale.Her fingers stopped above the paper. The small study remained quiet, filled only with the soft ticking of the wall clock. Yet inside her chest, something long dormant stirred slowly.She did not react.She did not release a long breath.Did not tense.Did not display any expression of surprise.It was precisely that calmness that felt unsettling.“Do you know him?”Jaden’s voice came from the doorway. He entered carrying two cups of warm tea and placed them on the desk.Jasmine nodded slightly. “I’ve known him.”Jaden glanced briefly at the name. “He’s a minor investor in one of our Southeast Asian affiliate companies.”Jasmine turned the page with a smooth motion. “Minor, but consistent.”“Yes,” Jaden replied. “His name isn’t prominent, but it always appears in strategic positions.”Jasmine lean

Morning in that city felt noisier than Jasmine remembered.She stood in front of the hotel room mirror, adjusting the small earring on her ear. The face looking back appeared calm—too calm for someone who had just faced a past that had once nearly destroyed her.Last night’s encounter still lingered.Not because of Christopher’s words.But because of Valentina’s expression that failed to hide itself.Fear.Jasmine took her handbag and left the room. Today, she had a personal agenda—no business matters, no official meetings. She only wanted to walk. To observe the city that had once rejected her, this time from a different position.---The shopping mall still stood magnificently.Its interior had been renovated, the stores had changed brands, but the scent remained the same—cold and distant. Jasmine stepped inside, wearing thin black sunglasses. Not to hide, only to keep her distance.She stopped at a boutique.That was when the voice was heard.“Jasmine?”Her steps halted.She turned

Morning in that city began with a meeting.The conference room on the twenty-first floor was filled with digital screens, projection charts, and faces accustomed to reading opportunities. Jasmine sat in one of the chairs without a prominent name label. She was present as an observer, not a decision-maker.Yet every note she made—concise, precise—drew attention.“This coastal data isn’t synchronized,” said a young executive. “The risk is high.”Jasmine lifted her head. “Risk can be managed,” she said calmly. “What cannot be managed is assumption without verification.”Several pairs of eyes turned. A middle-aged man crossed his arms. “And in your opinion, how should it be verified?”“Cross-check the logistics contracts with the branch cash flow,” Jasmine answered briefly. “There’s an unnatural time gap.”The room fell silent for a moment.A consultant looked at the screen, then nodded slowly. “She’s right.”There was no victorious smile on Jasmine’s face. She returned to writing, as if