บททั้งหมดของ One Night Stand With My Billionaire Boss : บทที่ 111 - บทที่ 119

(Ciara’s POV)The moment the glass hit my dress, the entire hall changed.Not instantly.Not dramatically.But slowly.Like reality itself needed a second to understand what had just happened.Cold liquid splashed across the front of my dress, spreading quickly through the fabric before dripping downward in slow, humiliating trails. The sharp scent of wine filled the air around me immediately. Conversations nearby faltered. Laughter thinned into silence. Music still played faintly through hidden speakers, but suddenly it felt distant small compared to the tension rising in the center of the room.People turned.Of course they did.High society thrived on spectacle, especially when destruction arrived dressed as an accident.I lowered my gaze briefly to the stain spreading across my black dress. Dark red against black fabric. Almost poetic.Then I looked up.Taylor stood directly in front of me, her fingers still slightly curled around the empty wine glass she had “accidentally” droppe

(Ciara’s POV)The room still hadn’t recovered.Even after the recordings.Even after Taylor’s voice echoed through the hall exposing years of lies with brutal clarity.Even after the evidence.The truth had settled over the event like smoke after a fire—thick, suffocating, impossible to ignore. Conversations had fractured into whispers. Groups of guests stood frozen beside untouched drinks and half-finished discussions, their expressions caught somewhere between shock and discomfort.No one knew how to behave anymore.Not after watching someone’s entire carefully constructed image collapse in real time.The atmosphere felt unstable now.Like one more sentence could shatter whatever fragile composure the room still had left.But I no longer cared about the audience.For years I had cared too much about appearances.About professionalism.About dignity.About being calm enough to survive spaces designed to break me quietly.Not tonight.Tonight I was too exhausted to perform for anyone.

(Ciara’s POV)The house was quiet in the way only late evenings can be.Not empty.Not lifeless.Just softened by time.The kind of silence that wraps itself around walls after a long day, holding onto echoes of movement, laughter, and conversation that had already faded.I sat in the living room with Williams lying against my lap, his small hand still loosely holding onto my sleeve even in sleep.He had been excited earlier.Running toward the door the moment he heard it open.“Grandma!” he had shouted with pure joy.And when Annie’s mother stepped inside, she didn’t even get time to properly drop her bag before he ran into her arms.She laughed immediately, lifting him slightly as if he still weighed nothing.“My boy,” she had said warmly.And for a moment…The house felt full in a way I didn’t even realize I had missed.Lizzie had not come.And that absence still lingered somewhere in me, quiet but noticeable.Annie’s mother stayed longer than usual that night.She played with Will

(Ciara’s POV)The knock came softly at first.Not the kind that demands attention.Not the kind that interrupts life.But the kind that waits.Patient.Careful.Almost unsure of whether it deserves to be answered.I paused where I stood.For a second, I considered not going.Not because I didn’t know who it was.But because I did.And somehow, that made it harder.Williams was in the living room, playing with a small toy car across the rug, humming to himself in that innocent way children do when the world around them feels simple.Another knock came.Still gentle.Still waiting.I exhaled slowly.Then walked to the door.And opened it.Lucas stood there.For a moment, neither of us spoke.Time didn’t feel like it moved forward.It felt suspended.Like the world had quietly stepped back to give us space to remember everything we had tried to forget.He looked different.Not in appearance.But in presence.Less guarded.Less certain.Like someone who had come carrying something heavier

(Ciara’s POV)This was the night of our wedding, and somehow the entire day still felt unreal to me.Not because the ceremony had been extravagant.Not because of the flowers, the lights, the expensive decorations, or the number of people who spent half the evening pretending not to gossip while very obviously gossiping.It felt unreal because after everything Lucas and I had destroyed, survived, rebuilt, denied, and nearly lost forever…We had still found our way back to each other.Even now, hours after the ceremony had ended, I still could not fully process it.The guests were gone.The music had faded.The staff had cleaned most of the reception hall downstairs.And somewhere in the city, people were probably already turning our wedding into headlines, business articles, dramatic social discussions, and unnecessary opinions nobody asked for.But inside the house…Everything was quiet.Peacefully quiet.Not the painful kind of silence I had grown used to during the years Lucas and