All Chapters of The Lover Behind my Back: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Helena's POV I felt my pulse pick slightly at his words. It could be anything and it could be nothing.I for one already knew the kind of surprises this man could pull. So everything in me stood in wait.He reached into his drawer and pulled out an envelope, sliding it across the desk towards me.“It’s more like an official invitation,” he explained before I could even touch it.An invitation? For me?I placed my remaining stuff on the chair beside me and picked it up carefully.Took a deep breath before finally opening it.And as my eyes scanned the contents, something in my chest shifted.A dinner invitation. With him.For a second, I just stared at it.Then I let out a small, almost disbelieving breath.“This is pretty formal,” I muttered without thinking too much into it.He leaned back slightly. “It is.”And I glanced down at him. “If it’s dinner with you, sir,” I started slowly as my hands twitched by my side. “Why the invitation?”“It’s an executive dinner,” he explained. “Th

Helena’s POVMy fork paused halfway to my lips.It didn’t fall—but it hovered there, hanging in the air like it was zapped, like my hand had suddenly forgotten what to do with it.His question lingered between us, and for a second, I wasn’t sure I heard him right.I blinked, lowering the fork slowly back onto the plate and the faint sound rang louder than it should have.“What… do you mean?” I asked with my voice coming out quieter than I intended.My fingers curled slightly against the table as I looked at him.Barron didn’t rush to answer. He simply watched me, keeping an unreadable look on his face.“I mean exactly that,” he said after a moment. “If you had the chance to walk away from everything you have now… and start over. Would you take it?”I pulled my brows together slightly.Start over? Like lose everything I've worked for?The question shouldn’t have felt so heavy. But it did.It sank somewhere deep in my chest, pressing against something I didn’t even realize was there.Wh

Helena’s POVThe room felt heavier the longer I stood there.Like the air itself carried weight.I stepped closer to the bed slowly with my eyes fixed on him.He looked… smaller. Weaker if I dare add.Nothing like the man I knew.My chest tightened as I reached for his hand again, holding it gently.“I’m here,” I whispered, then his fingers shifted slightly under mine.Then, after a moment, his eyes flushed open slowly.“Helena,” he said faintly and relief washed over me immediately.“How are you feeling?” I asked softly, leaning in.He exhaled weakly. “Still here.”A small, shaky smile slipped onto my lips. “That’s enough I guess,” I murmured.For a moment, silence settled between us again.Then his gaze sharpened on me slightly. “We need to talk about it.”My chest tightened instantly.Of course. I should have known he'd bring this up at once.I swallowed hard. “Grandpa—” I started softly, but he didn’t let me finish.“I need your decision,” he cut in weakly.I looked down at our jo

Tessy’s POVThe plan was already in motion. All I had left was to get the guy.I remember how he was literally over her, nervous the moment I came into the conversation.What is it about her anyway? Why do they all want her?Whatever it is, getting him would make everything worth it.I paused in the hallway for a second, pretending to check something on my phone while I tried to remember clearly. Yes—John from, I think the Sales department. Helena had introduced us that day and I could still remember his face pretty well.He’s tall, yes. He's got a neat beard too, and kept stealing glances at her even while we talked. I had seen it. He definitely had a thing for her.Perfect.I started walking towards the sales wing with my heels clicking softly against the tiled floor. The office was still buzzing with the usual end-of-day energy as people packed up and printers hummed along with the low conversations floating around. I moved with purpose but not too fast. The last thing I needed

Helena’s POVMy thumb hovered over the screen longer than it should have.The chat sat open. His name—B—stared back at me like it always did. Familiar. Easy. Safe.I exhaled softly and typed away.Me: Hey.The message sent. And I waited.For a second, I almost locked the phone and dropped it beside me as he didn't respond. Told myself I didn’t need to wait. That I wasn’t expecting anything.But I stayed.Then the sign appeared.Paused. Disappeared.Then came back again.I pulled my brows together slightly.Then finally—B: Hey.That was it. After all that time.I tilted my head slightly to my side while just staring at the screen.Normally, he would add something. A question. A tease. Something that gave us something to talk about.Tonight… nothing.I guess it's my turn tonight. So I shifted on the bed, pulling one leg under me.Me: How was your day?I started out with a simple question. Safe and neutral.The typing stuff came again, quicker this time.B: Fine.I blinked. That was… s