Lahat ng Kabanata ng Her Ex-Husband's Obession: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

The music was too loud for a confrontation.Laughter spilled across the private lounge like champagne, sharp and careless, bouncing off crystal glasses and polished marble floors. She stood at the entrance for a moment longer than necessary, her fingers tightening around the strap of her worn handbag as she took it all in.And then she saw him.Her husband was seated comfortably on a leather couch, one arm draped lazily over the backrest, the other wrapped around another woman.The woman was young, slim, beautiful in a way that magazines approved of. She wore a tight red dress that clung to her body like it had been sewn on with intention, her long legs crossed elegantly as she laughed at something he whispered into her ear.Her husband smiled. He never smiled like that at home.For a moment, the world tilted.She felt it physically, like the ground beneath her feet had shifted just enough to remind her how fragile balance really was.“Julian.”Her voice came out softer than she inten

Julian pushed the front door open with the casual expectation of noise. The low hum of the kettle, the soft shuffle of slippers and the lights she usually left on for him anytime he was home late.Instead, the door swung inward to silence. The kind that rang in his ears.He frowned, stepping inside. The lights were off. The living room smelled faintly of lemon cleaner. His jacket slipped from his fingers and landed on the couch.“She’ll be back,” he muttered, loosening his tie. “This is just one of her tantrums.”She had moods. She always did, especially after the baby came. She was always crying and whining about everything. He had learned to tune it out.Julian walked deeper into the apartment. The nursery door was open. Alarms bells began to ring in Julian's head when he saw the empty crib.His steps slowed.“No,” he said softly, almost amused. “That’s not funny.”He checked the bedroom. Half of her closet was bare. Drawers were open, her jewelry box gone. The photo frames missing

The morning paper trembled slightly in her hands as the train rattled forward. The headline caught her eye anyway. TECH EMPIRE STUMBLES AFTER DATA BREACH, INVESTORS WITHDRAW Her gaze sharpened. She read slowly, carefully, absorbing every word. A handful of investors had pulled out, not enough to cripple the company, but enough to matter. Enough to send the company’s share price sliding just a little lower than yesterday. Her lips curved in a mirthless laugh. So it’s begun. She folded the paper neatly and stared out the window as the city passed by. Reflections overlapped, her tired eyes, her softer cheeks, the faint line between her brows that hadn’t been there three years ago. Everyone used to say it. “She loves Julian too much.” “She worships the ground he walks on.” “She’d ruin herself for him if he asked.” They weren’t wrong. Their marriage was enough evidence. He treated her like thrash, his parents and sister treated her worst than the servants. She answered to his ever

Susan stood outside and stared at the chain of buildings. The Hawthorne Corporation rose from the ground in all it's glory. The building intimidated and terrified her. It renewed her vow to prove that she belonged there.Susan stood at the security gate for a moment longer than necessary, her pulse steady and alert. She clipped her badge to her blazer.Susan WhitmoreStrategic Investment & Security AnalystClearance: Executive-RestrictedHer name looked unfamiliar beneath the title, like it belonged to someone unfamiliar, someone braver than she felt most days.The scanner lit green.Inside, the air was cooler. Quieter. Conversations were muted, purposeful. No wasted laughter. No eye contact. Everyone here walked like they were already late to something important.Susan followed the signs to her new office.It wasn’t large, but it was precise. Glass walls reinforced with privacy tinting. A huge desk built into the floor. From where she stood, she could see the executive corridor. She

Susan arrived at Hawthorne Corporation fifteen minutes early. She liked the stillness before the building woke up. The marble floors reflected the ceiling lights like polished ice. Security nodded at her as she passed. Her badge clicked softly against her blazer as she walked.She dropped her bag, powered up her terminal, and pulled up the overnight logs she’d flagged before leaving the day prior.Susan leaned forward, fingers flying across the keyboard as she ran a simulation. The result confirmed what she already knew. She compiled the findings into a concise report and sent it to Adrian.She reported directly to him. Three minutes later, her internal line chimed.“Come to the executive floor,” Adrian said. She grabbed her tablet and stood.The boardroom on the executive floor was already filling when Susan entered.Adrian Hawthorne stood at the head of the table, sleeves rolled once, posture relaxed in that dangerous way that screamed control. Around him sat Hawthorne’s senior stra