บททั้งหมดของ Discarded By The Billionaire: His Biggest Mistake: บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

**Leylie’s POV**The kiss ended too soon, but I felt my cheeks flush like I’d been standing under stage lights for hours. Hundreds of eyes drilled into us from every corner of the lobby—employees frozen mid-step, whispers already sounding loud through the air. I just wanted to disappear. Why the hell would he kiss me like that, of all the damn places!He pulled back just far enough to look at me, that dark, hungry look in his eyes that always made my heart race faster. “You look so good,” he whispered.“Thanks,” I forced my lips into a smile even though my face felt like it was on fire. I leaned in close, my mouth brushing his ear. “I will meet you in your office. Go. Your people are waiting.” He glanced toward the men he was walking with, who just stood looking lost, then over my shoulder at Grace, who was staring so hard at the floor I thought she might burn a hole in it. After a second, he nodded. His thumb slid down my arm one last time, slow and possessive, before he turned

**Leylie’s POV**I pushed the door open and let it slam shut behind me, the sound echoing through my quiet apartment as I collapsed on the couch the second I reached it. Ugh! Finally, I winced as I rubbed my legs, my calves absolutely killing me after a whole day in six-inch heels.My head was throbbing badly. I felt guilty, really guilty as I thought about Hayes. I kept seeing his face from earlier, the way his eyes had searched mine when I suddenly mentioned I needed to leave. I should have told him about Matthew before then. After everything that happened with Melissa and all those secrets that nearly broke him, I hated hiding anything from him. But telling him about Matthew meant risking the one friendship that had held him together for years. I didn't want to be the woman who tore apart a lifelong friendship unless I absolutely had to.One month. Just one month to find something real on Finnian. That was all I had. I just hoped the bug under his desk and the data on my flash

**Leylie’s POV**I was still in my pink silk dress, the fabric feeling tight and suffocating against my skin. I sat on the couch, my mind spinning from everything I had heard in Finnian’s office. The confession about the tax fraud was still echoing in my ears, a weapon I finally held in my hands.Then, the doorbell rang.I jerked my head toward the clock. 7:15 PM. My heart skipped a beat. I wasn’t expecting anyone.My pulse kicked up hard. I snatched the flash drive I hadn’t checked yet from the coffee table, shoved it deep into the side pocket of my purse, and zipped it shut. Then I stood, smoothing my hands down the dress even though it didn’t help.I walked to the door on legs that didn’t feel steady, pressed my eye to the peephole, and froze."What the—"I pulled the door open, my mouth parting in extreme shock."Hello, Ley."Finnian leaned against the frame like he owned the hallway, one shoulder relaxed, the other angled toward me. His eyes dragged down the length of my dress an

**Leylie’s POV**I needed to talk to Hayes so badly my chest actually hurt. I had to remind him of my plan—the one where I acted like the dumb, desperate ex-wife so I could get close enough to destroy Finnian. He had to understand why I had asked him to leave instead of Finn.I crawled across the floor to the coffee table because my legs felt too weak to stand. My hand shook as I grabbed my phone, scrolled until I saw his name, pressed call, and held it to my ear, whispering, please, please, please, under my breath.It rang, and rang again, and again.No response.I stared at the screen, my face twisting into a frown so deep it made my forehead ache. Was he driving? Or was he sitting somewhere, looking at my name flashing on his phone and choosing not to answer because the sight of me in Finnian’s arms had finally broken something in him? I prayed it was the first. Hayes wasn’t the type to play games, but I’d seen the look in his eyes. That kind of hurt could change anybody.The whole

**Leylie’s POV**I didn’t sleep at all last night. I just lay there, turning from one side of the bed to the other until the sheets twisted around my legs like they were trying to trap me. My phone stayed dark on the nightstand the whole time. Hayes never answered any of my calls. He didn’t reply to a single message. Every time I checked, the screen showed nothing, and that silence hurt worse than any words could.I kept telling myself he would understand. We had talked about this. I explained why I needed to get close to Finnian again, to get the proof I needed. Why couldn’t he see that? Every second I spent near Finnian made my stomach turn. It felt wrong. Dirty. But Hayes was acting like I had betrayed him on purpose.I finally gave up around dawn, dragged myself into the shower, and got dressed fast. I pulled on my favorite blue jeans and a soft white chiffon blouse, then slipped into black loafers. Nothing fancy. I just wanted to look like I had it together, even though everythin