บททั้งหมดของ The Heiress Married Her Ex-husband's Rival : บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

AYAH'S POV “Mom, Dad… you know him?” I asked, pointing slightly at Ethan.My parents exchanged a look before asking all of us to sit down inside the house so we could talk properly.Once we were seated, my mother turned to Ethan.“She had a car accident? When did that happen?”“A month ago, Mom,” Ethan answered.I immediately looked at him with disgust.How dare he call my mother Mom?This lunatic.“And no one thought to tell us?” my father said in disbelief.Everyone lowered their heads.Including me.Then my friends carefully explained the amnesia I was suffering from.“That’s why she doesn’t remember you?” Mom asked Ethan.Ethan nodded.I turned back to my parents.“Mom, are you really saying he’s my husband?”I sighed, frustrated.“Look, the last thing I remember is when Dad scolded me because I failed Chemistry. I skipped classes just to hang out with my friends.”I looked at my father for confirmation.“Right, Dad?”He looked at me for a moment before nodding.“You even confisc

AYAH'S POV When we got inside, Ethan didn’t say anything. He simply walked ahead, his steps steady, almost certain of where he was going. I followed behind him, my own footsteps quieter, slower—like I was hesitating without fully admitting it.“This way,” he said.We stopped in front of a room. He opened the door, then stepped aside, letting me enter first.I walked in slowly.The moment I stepped inside, something in my chest tightened.Pictures.Framed photos lined the walls, sat on the table, even rested beside the bed. At first, my mind struggled to process them… and then it all hit me at once.All of them… were us.I froze.My breath caught somewhere in my throat as my eyes moved from one frame to another. A picture of us smiling. Another where I was leaning comfortably on his shoulder. One where he was looking at me—not casually, not absentmindedly—but like I mattered. Like I was someone he didn’t want to lose sight of.My fingers curled slightly at my sides.“We took those ove

AYAH'S POV I didn’t expect it, but for a moment… I felt happy.It was quiet. Simple. Real.Ethan fell asleep beside me, one arm resting loosely over the blanket, his breathing steady. He looked different when he was asleep—softer, less guarded. Like whatever weight he carried during the day didn’t follow him here.I stared at him for a few seconds longer than I should have.Then something clicked in my head.Bryan.I sat up slightly, reaching under the pillow and pulling out the phone. The screen lit up instantly.No new messages. Only missed calls. I frowned.Maybe he just fell asleep.That made sense… right?I stared at the last message for a while—Can I call you?—then locked the phone again. My chest felt strangely heavy, but I ignored it and lay back down.Sleep came eventually.—The next morning, the first thing I did was reach for the phone.Still nothing.No messages. No missed calls. I stared at the screen longer this time, my brows slowly pulling together.That’s… weird.

AYAH'S POV Ayah, Mia said you were bullying her in front of everyone.”We were in his office. I didn’t even bother looking up at first. I just rolled my eyes, leaning back slightly on the chair like the whole thing bored me.“Believe her then,” I said flatly, finally glancing at him. “I have no intention of dealing with you both.”Ethan went quiet. I could see it in his face—he didn’t like my answer. But I didn’t care. Not when it was obvious. The way Mia stood near him earlier. The way she talked. The way he didn’t stop her. If that was their dynamic, then fine. I wasn’t going to fight for something I didn’t even remember.“All I want to do is join the company,” I added, my tone is calmer now but firm.There was a pause. Ethan sighed, running a hand through his hair. “You’re really serious about this,” he muttered. I didn’t answer. Because I was.He looked at me for a moment longer, like he was trying to read something I wasn’t showing. Then finally—“Fine.”That was it.Mia wasn’t t

AYAH’S POVWhen the meeting was dismissed, I followed Samuel outside the conference room.“Wait,” I called, grabbing his arm. Samuel froze, then turned to me and bowed. “Miss Zairayah, what is it?” he asked.A shiver ran down my spine. My grip loosened as I stared at him. “W-what?” I whispered.Samuel seemed to realize what he just said. His expression shifted for a second before he straightened. “I’m sorry, Miss Evans. I was just thinking about the project we talked about in the conference room,” he reasoned.I studied him for a moment. It sounded valid, but something still felt off. “Have we met before?” I asked.What I really wanted to ask was if he knew me before the accident. But I couldn’t say that, not when I wasn’t sure he even knew. “Of course, we did,” he answered.My brows furrowed. “Where?” I asked again, but before he could respond, his phone rang. “Excuse me,” he said.I stepped back slightly. “Okay, I’m going now. No need to answer that,” I said, turning away. I went ba