All Chapters of I owned her first : Chasing back my resurrected Ex Wife: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

~Sephora’s POV It was the 29th of August and my most fertile day according to my period tracker app. I knew that Dominic had probably already checked to confirm because he had my app logged in on his phone as well. I had not seen him the whole day today, and thought he must have been working late again. I sighed thinking he was not going to make it this time. I was in heat. I yearned for his touch really badly because I always wanted him every time I was ovulating. I bit my inner cheeks as I waited patiently wearing my best red nightie. I checked the time on my phone and it was 11:20pm, maybe he wasn’t coming home today afterall and I would have to cry myself to sleep again. Suddenly, I heard the butler murmur a greeting and knew he was home. I immediately pretended to be asleep as I smiled lightly. The doornob turned slightly and I could feel his presence in the room. He tossed his douvet aside lightly and I could tell when his eyes met my body. He gulped slightly and the c

The cab smelled like old leather and petrol. I sat by the window and stared outside, but I did not see anything. The city lights passed by in long blurry line and my chest felt so tight. I pressed my palm against my stomach. Why had I been feeling like this? For the past few days, I had been feeling strange. Heavy. Nauseous. Tired. At first I had thought it was stress. I swallowed hard. The nausea rose again. “Are you okay, madam?” the driver asked from the front seat. “Yes,” I replied quickly. “I’m fine.” I was not fine. I had just got divorced. My marriage of four years down the drain just like that. I was anything but fine. I unlocked my phone and opened my period tracking app without thinking. The pink screen popped up. It said I was ovulating. I frowned. Then I paused. My last period….it was unusual. More of just spotting. Light. Brownish. Shorter than usual. I remembered thinking it was strange, but I had been too distracted to care.

Sephora woke to the sharp smell of antiseptic and the harsh white hospital lights. Her head throbbed, her body ached, and every movement felt like pulling herself through water. Panic flared for a moment, the last thing she could remember was the ambulance ahead of them and the stranger and her entering into the backseat of a van while being attended to by paramedics. She kept hearing the word President but her vision had already blurred and she could not make sense of much as at that time. A steady hand pressed on her shoulder. “You’re awake,” a calm voice said. She turned her head slowly. The stranger sat near the window, composed and unreadable, his dark hair slightly tousled, one hand resting on his knee. Relief flickered in his eyes when he saw her stir. “Aren’t you also hurt…why are you here beside me instead of being in a bed yourself?” she croaked. “I’m perfectly fine” he smiled briefly. Sephora’s eyes watered as she stared at the man who had virtually saved her l

Three Years Later No one spoke in the boardroom as they patiently waited for the CFO to arrive. Executives sat around the long tables waiting like their lives depended on it. Soon, soft heels could be heard clicking against the marble floor and Sephora Cole walked in. Her hair was tied neatly behind her head, Her suit was simple and her eyes scanned the room. Calm and sharp. Gone was the timid woman who had arrived at Lucian’s mansion years ago. Now, she carried herself like she owned the room. Lucian sat at the head of the table. He said nothing but his eyes never left hers, a glint of pride shone in them. “Mrs Cole, this is the quarterly report from the finance team” A senior executive stood to present the quarterly report. Sephora leaned forward. She flipped through the documents. Her finger traced the numbers carefully. “Your revenue projection is wrong,” she said. The man froze. “Mrs. Cole?” “You based it on last year’s figures,” she said. Her tone was

“Repeat that,” Dominic said calmly. The finance manager swallowed. “The third quarter projections have dropped again. The investments we made earlier this year are not performing as expected.” “How bad is it?” “ Around twelve percent below target.” A quiet murmur spread across the room. Dominic did not react. “And the second report?” Vince cleared his throat. “We are also seeing a decline in partner confidence. A few of them have started pulling back.” “Names.” The man hesitated. “Mr. Hale has withdrawn from the Riverside project.” Dominic’s eyes finally lifted. “He signed that contract himself.” “Yes,” the man said carefully. “But he sent a formal notice this morning.” Another voice spoke up from the side. “There are also… concerns in the market.” “What concerns?” Dominic asked. The room went silent. Then someone said quietly, “The videos.” Dominic’s jaw tightened. “They’ve been taken down from most platforms,” the man continued quickly. “But some il