All Chapters of I Became the Obsession of My Ex-Husband’s Godfather: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The soft glow of candlelight danced across the elegant dining table, casting warm shadows on the crystal glasses and fine china. Elena Thompson had spent the entire day perfecting every detail. The herb-crusted lamb roast was timed to perfection, the salad crisp and fresh, and a bottle of his favorite vintage wine breathed beside two spotless glasses. Twelve years of marriage, and she still approached their anniversary with the devotion of a newlywed. She smoothed the silk dress she had chosen, the one Daniel had once complimented, saying it made her look “proper and elegant.” It hugged her figure a little more snugly now after years of putting his needs above her own. She had quit her promising marketing career right after their wedding because he wanted a wife fully dedicated to their home. No late nights at the office, no business trips, no distractions. She had given it all up willingly, believing that her sacrifices were the foundation of their perfect life together. “I’m so

Elena stumbled out of Room 1809 on legs that no longer felt like her own. The luxurious hallway of The Grand Plaza Hotel blurred around her as she pressed a hand against the wall for support. “Never.” That single word from Daniel echoed louder than any scream. Twelve years reduced to one cold admission: he had never loved her. She had been nothing but a convenient placeholder.The elevator ride down was a haze. She barely registered the pitying glance from the bellboy as she stepped into the glittering lobby. Outside, the cool night air hit her like a slap. Her silk anniversary dress, once chosen with such care, now felt cheap and ridiculous under the streetlights. She wandered the sidewalk aimlessly, heels clicking against pavement, tears finally spilling freely down her cheeks. Passersby stared, but no one stopped. In this city of millions, she had never felt more alone.How had she been so blind?Hours seemed to pass in minutes. By the time she hailed a taxi back to the penthous

Elena’s eyelids fluttered open slowly, heavy as if weighted by lead. Soft morning light filtered through familiar lace curtains. The room smelled of lavender and fresh linen , her childhood bedroom. A gentle hand brushed hair from her forehead. “Elena, sweetheart… we need to talk.” Her mother’s voice. Warm, worried, exactly as she remembered from years ago. Elena sat up abruptly, heart slamming against her ribs. Her mother , younger, healthier, the lines of exhaustion not yet carved deep by years of worry , sat on the edge of the bed, holding a cup of tea. This was impossible. She had died in the rain, body broken on cold asphalt. Yet here she was, skin smooth, hands unscarred by time. “Mom…?” Elena’s voice came out hoarse, trembling with disbelief. Her mother sighed, setting the tea aside. “We need to talk about your decision, darling. We heard that Daniel proposed last night. Your father and I… we’re not sure about this. We feel something is wrong. He’s from a very differe

Elena woke up to sunlight stabbing her in the face and her phone buzzing like an angry bee on the nightstand.She groaned, grabbed it, and squinted at the screen.Maya (7:03 a.m.): You alive or did the rich guy finally smother you with a pillow?Maya (7:04 a.m.): Kidding. Mostly.Maya (7:05 a.m.): Coffee today? I’m free after 2. Don’t say no.Elena smiled into her pillow. Maya hadn’t changed. Same bluntness, same zero patience for excuses. In her past life, she’d let that friendship die. Daniel had called Maya “too loud” and “dramatic.” And Elena, desperate to be the perfect fiancée, had stopped returning calls.Not this time.She typed back: 2 p.m. works. Same place?Maya’s reply was instant: You know it. Don’t be late.Elena dragged herself out of bed and padded downstairs in her oversized t-shirt and socks with the holes in them. The smell of bacon hit her before she hit the kitchen.Her mom was at the stove, flipping pancakes with the focus of a surgeon. Her dad was at t

The gala was held at the Grand Majestic Hotel – one of those places where the chandeliers cost more than a house and the waiters moved like they were trained by ninjas. Elena had been here in her past life. She’d cried in bathroom stall number three on the second floor after Daniel forgot their anniversary. Good times.Tonight, she was wearing a deep burgundy gown that hugged her hips and left her shoulders bare. She’d bought it with her own money – the freelancing money, not Daniel’s credit card – and it fit like it had been made for her. Which it had. A small tailor in a strip mall, cash only, no questions asked.Daniel barely glanced at her when she got in the car. “You look fine,” he said.Fine. She was wearing a dress that made other women stop and stare, and he said fine.Elena smiled. “Thank you, darling.”The ballroom was a sea of black tuxedos and glittering jewels. Elena held onto Daniel’s arm as he steered her through the crowd, stopping to shake hands with people whos