All Chapters of AFTER THE DIVORCE: I BECAME UNSTOPPABLE!: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

—Imani heart almost dropped seeing Jaden standing by the door with his pyjamas on, “Ja—“Jaden just stood there, probably his sleep getting beast of him but as soon as he spot Killan in the room, he rub off the sleep from his eyes, “Daddy?” He jumped in excitement.Jaden giggled and his seemed like it’s about to pop out of excitement, . “Mom! Is Daddy finally living with us now?" he asked, grinning mischievously.Imani's face turned bright red. Killan's eyes widened, but he quickly recovered, a smirk creeping onto his lips. "Uh, no, buddy, I was just...helping your mom get ready for work" Killan had answered before thinking.‘Does that even make any sense? Help? Tsk’ he thought.Jaden wasn't buying it but he simply played along. "Cool! You should have breakfast with us!” He asked, his toes standing on tip. Imani was dumbfounded..the least person she expect to find her in this kind of awkward situation is her son. Tsk!Killan is obviously reading the room, “Jaden, I have work to do..

14 Imani locked her eyes into her laptop, trying to reply to all her mails, her eyes ran to her phone and she checked the time, it was few minutes to 10 o’clock. She shut her eyes, then opened ot briefly and looked at where Emily sat, she’s turned off her lights and went home. “Argh, I told her to go home… Damn! Jaden will be waiting for me at home,” Imani mumbled to herself, packed her things and headed to the company’s garage, where her car is. Today was really a long day for her, if she hasn’t been prepared for situations like this, it would have been hectic than this. After the stress she went through at the police custody, she barely ate and her body was only running on the coffee she drank in the morning. As she dragged her feet on the floor out of the elevator, her heels echoed sharply against the concrete floor of the private underground garage. She just wanted to go home. To her bed, to her little bundle of joy. Jaden. Then she lifted her head and she saw hi

CHAPTER 16 - The silence in Imani's office was thick enough to cut with a knife. Emily looked between Imani and Killian, clutching the stock chart like it might save her life. "Ma'am, I... I should go." "No, stay," Imani said, her eyes never leaving Killian. "Mr. Morgan was just leaving." Killian didn't move from the couch. He crossed one leg over the other, perfectly calm, perfectly arrogant in that expensive black suit. "Four dates," he repeated. "That's all I'm asking. Not a partnership contract. Not your company shares. Four dates. In return, I give you the pitch that will make your shareholders get on their knees and beg to invest more." Imani let out a short, humorless laugh. "Who asks for dates as a business deal? Are you serious right now?" "Dead serious," Killian whispered, and his eyes darkened. "You think I came here because Shawn Tech needs me? No. I came because you told me last night that I shouldn't worry about what your investors say. So I'm here to pro

18 The next morning, Imani made breakfast herself. Which was rare. The nanny usually did it, but today Imani needed to feel normal. She needed to watch her son eat pancakes and spend time with him. Jaden sat at the kitchen island, his little legs swinging, syrup all over his mouth. "Mommy, more," he mumbled. Imani smiled and poured more. Then she tried to sound casual. "Jaden, baby... that watch on your desk. The silver one. Who owns it?" She asked casuallly, the question had been weighing on her mind. Jaden didn't even look up. He kept chewing. "Uncle Killian gave it to me," he said, matter-of-factly. Imani's fork froze mid-air. "What?" "Uncle Killian," Jaden repeated, finally looking up with syrup on his chin. "He came to pick his cousin in school, he played with me and gave me! He said it was a big boy watch. He said when I grow up, I can be like him." Imani's heart dropped straight into her stomach. She choked on the bite of egg in her mouth, coughing hard

20 Killan drove roughly into the club down his street, took off his tie aggressively and slumbed at the front, right at where the bartender served. The club was in chaos… loud, dark, and expensive. The kind of place where New York heirs went to forget their last names. Killian crashed into it at 11 PM like a man who wanted to get punched. He sat at the bar alone, carrying the memory from the morning, his bare wrist catching the neon light. He ordered whiskey. Then another. Then another. The bartender knew better than to ask questions when an heir was drinking. By his fourth glass, he was already talking to himself. "I'm not bothered," he muttered into his glass, his voice slurred. "I'm not bothered about Luke. Why would I be bothered?" He laughed, bitter and empty. "She can choose Luke. She can choose anyone. It's none of my business. I told her to mind her business, she told me to mind mine." He drank again. "So why am I bothered?" he whispered, staring at his emp