บททั้งหมดของ Her Ex-Husband's Obession: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 8

The house was dark when she got home.Not in a peaceful, quiet and comforting way. It was the kind of darkness that made every sound feel too loud, her breathing, the soft click of the door closing behind her, the faint hum of the refrigerator she had cleaned just hours earlier.She didn’t turn on the lights, she knew this house too well to need them.Her shoes came off by the door, placed neatly side by side. Habit. She’d learned early that disorder irritated him. Even now, when he wasn’t home, her body remembered the rules.Her phone was silent. There was nothing from him. No missed calls, messages or even an explanation.She walked into the living room slowly. The sofa cushions were perfectly arranged, just as she’d left them. The coffee table gleamed, polished until her reflection stared back at her, tired eyes, rounder cheeks, shoulders slumped under a weight no one could see.She looked older than she was.She set her bag down and finally allowed herself to sit.That was when th

By the third day, everyone knew.Not because Julian said anything but because his life had begun to look wrong, very wrong.The rumors started quietly. A whisper near the coffee machine. A glance exchanged when he walked past.“Have you noticed him lately?”“He looks like hell.”“Didn’t his wife leave?”Julian heard none of it. Or rather, he heard all of it and refused to acknowledge it.He arrived late to the office for the second time that week, tie crooked, eyes bloodshot, jaw tight with a hangover he hadn’t bothered to mask. His executive assistant stood up immediately.“Sir, your schedule ...”“Cancel everything before noon,” he snapped, walking past her without looking. “And don’t bring me coffee. It tastes like mud.”She blinked, startled.Normally, his coffee was already waiting on his desk. Exactly how he liked it. No sugar. One splash of milk. The mug warmed.Today, the desk was empty. Julian paused. Just for a second. Then he scoffed under his breath and dropped into his ch

Julian received the report at exactly 9:17 a.m.His executive assistant didn’t announce it the usual way. She didn’t knock once and step in briskly, tablet ready, voice neutral. She hesitated outside the glass door long enough for him to notice.“Come in,” he said sharply.She placed the folder on his desk with both hands. It was thicker than he expected.“Sir,” she said carefully, “this is everything we could find.”Julian flipped it open. The first page was clean. Clinical. Deceptively simple.Educational Background. Certifications. Professional Affiliations.His jaw tightened as he read. He saw institutions he recognized, programs that he respected and certifications that weren’t ornamental but brutal to obtain, resource management licences, systems security accreditations, advanced analytics coursework that required years of discipline.He turned the page. Then another. And another.He truly did not know the woman he married.A tech startup registered under her name, three years a

The first thing Julian noticed was how relaxed everyone looked. He stood near the edge of the room, jacket still on, phone in his hand, watching his family celebrate.His mother laughed too loudly at something his father had just said. The house smelled like wood polish, the same way it always had. His father lounged back in the leather chair, as though something unwanted had finally been removed.“Well,” his mother said brightly, lifting her teacup, “it’s finally over.”His father let out a short, pleased laugh. “About time.”Julian didn’t respond. He moved closer and sat down. He told himself the tightness in his chest was fatigue. Anything but what it actually was.“I still can’t believe you stayed with her as long as you did,” his mother continued. “Enduring three years in that sham marriage.”Julian’s jaw tightened.“She always acted like we were oppressing her,” his sister, Lisa added from her spot by the window, scrolling through her phone. “As if marrying into this family wasn