Survived Betrayal, Made My Ex-Husband Crawl のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

Amara’s POV A few days later, I met Victoria at the café she’d mentioned. She was sitting at a corner table, accompanied by a woman I didn’t recognize. The woman had an air of confidence about her, an authority in the way she carried herself. She was a lawyer, Victoria had said, but something about her face seemed familiar. As I approached the table, the woman’s eyes flicked toward me, and a hint of recognition passed between us. “Amara?” she asked, raising an eyebrow with a smile. “It’s been years. We used to run into each other at those parties when we were kids.” I smiled, surprised to be remembered. “Nicole, right? Yeah, it’s been a while.” She laughed lightly. “Small world, isn’t it?” I nodded, and we shared a moment of mutual recognition. It was strange—growing up, our families had always brushed past each other in circles I’d never really understood at the time. Victoria leaned back, her eyes watching us both closely, though there was no malice in her gaze. “Nic

Amara’s POV The auction kicked off in the soft glow of the evening, the air humming with quiet anticipation. I wrapped up my day at work and quickly changed in the office, eager not to keep Victoria and Nicole waiting. Emma had left earlier than usual—she seemed unusually drained lately, her eyes heavy with exhaustion. I wasn’t sure what was going on, but something about her felt off. I arrived about five minutes later than planned, slipping through the door and making my way toward the two women. “Sorry for the delay,” I said, offering a sheepish smile. Nicole waved it away with a laugh. “You look absolutely stunning, Amara. Seriously, you know how to make an entrance.” Victoria nodded, her gaze warm but appraising. “It’s nice to see someone with such a strong sense of style. Definitely the kind of eye we need for our collaboration.” I smiled, appreciating their compliments as we made our way inside. The venue was nothing short of breathtaking. The space was vast and elegant,

Williams POV Dad had asked me to clean up the mess I made, but the truth was, it was his fault all along. He’d been sleeping with my secretary, and now she had the audacity to think she could become my stepmother. It was laughable.She deserved to die but I should have been more careful. Every woman in this company was just waiting for a chance to claw their way into power, and I saw Elizabeth my wife the same way. She married me for my position, nothing more. All I ever wanted was for her to see me as the center of her world—was that too much to ask? I grew up with the twisted image of a man who taught me that power was everything. My father—he was a beast. He slept with every maid in the house, and I learned early on that women were just tools and commodities. That’s how Emily came about. She wasn’t even meant to exist, but my father’s unchecked desires resulted in her conception. He’d always force the maids to abort their pregnancies—until one day, my mother’s personal maid got

Amara's POV The board meeting was set to go ahead as scheduled. I walked in with my head held high, the confidence Victoria had given me wrapping around me like armor. Emma was supposed to bring the documents I needed for the meeting, but as I scanned the room, it was clear she wasn’t there. I pulled out my phone, calling her again, but it rang unanswered. My stomach tightened with a mixture of worry and frustration. She was always reliable—what was going on?I pushed my concerns to the back of my mind and walked into the room. Lena and Darius were already seated, their eyes sharp and assessing.The board members sat quietly, their eyes flicking between the two of us as I made my way to the head of the table.Mr. Arnold’s voice broke the silence. "How are you feeling now, Amara? Do you remember us?" he asked, his tone sincere, but there was an underlying sharpness to it, as if he were testing me.I forced a smile, keeping it warm but controlled. "Yes I do sir," I replied lightly. "I

ALEX POV She wasn’t at all what I had expected. Lena’s talent for manipulation was well-known, but Amara… she defied everything I had imagined. I had anticipated a woman who was easy to control, someone meek enough to fall into Lena’s game. Instead, I found someone with quiet strength, a sharp mind that wasn’t easily swayed by anyone’s agenda. That intrigued me more than I’d care to admit. What caught my attention, though, wasn’t just her resilience. It was her passion for art—something I hadn’t expected. It was genuine, a rare and pure appreciation that drew me in without me even realizing it. The way she spoke about it, how her eyes lit up, it was… captivating. “Did you make sure she got home safely?” I asked my bodyguard, unable to shake the image of her in that beautiful red dress, the delicate curve of her skin lingering in my thoughts. “Yes, sir. We tracked her cab until it reached her home,” he answered. “Good,” I muttered, though my mind was far from focused. “Get me