All Chapters of After the Divorce : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Marcus's POV Her words had become a vortex, but I had played a more damning role. I didn't shut her down, I played on her conscience, used my fears to harness her pain. I should let myself smile, and should be happy that I have ended this. But the truth still stood, she felt it, felt the little things that I felt. That was what made it feel strong, too hard to let go. It was easier to know that I had been the one with the thoughts, easier to fight everything, but now… My mind wandered back to the cute pyjama set she had been wearing, while she shared her feelings, she had been true and I was hiding in a mask, thinking of ways that I could kiss her, claim her before she could take her next breath. And now, knowing that she feels some things that I feel… I should be ecstatic, but I couldn't think about it. I couldn't let myself think about it. Was she crying? Was she hurt over what I had said? One person had to be logical, one person had to think, I was the one that had to think.

Marcus’s POVIt had been two days. Two whole days of hiding, working, acting like everything was fine, when in reality everything felt like a mess. Sebastian had been dropping messages, fixing meetings but to no avail, I had used the fashion season as an excuse to not see him.He knew. Or well he suspected, and he had been asking questions, subtle questions that I didn’t know anything about. They sounded innocent, but in reality, I was being interrogated.I rolled out of bed, “5:36 am.” I grunted, I was late, but today didn't feel like other days, I didn’t have the zeal to run, I was for lack of a better word, tired.Diane stirred beside me, “Hey, what time is it?” she grunted, her voice groggy from sleep.I touched her head, pressing a kiss to the side of her head, “It is still a little too early,” I whispered.She let out a yawn, stretching as she adjusted her pillow, “I am already up, besides, I think we should talk.”We should talk. Words every human hated to hear.“What do you w

Sophia’s POV “Brian!” I watched my mother greet him with a wide smile on her face as she leaned in, kissing the man on the cheek. “I didn’t think…” I cleared my throat, cutting her off. Her eyes widened. “My manners, this is my daughter, Sophia.” She placed her hand on my back, acting like I was some prize to be displayed. The man grinned. “Hello, if I knew you had this beauty in your home, I would have brought more than one bouquet,” he joked. My mother laughed, head thrown back as if she had heard the biggest joke of the century. The man looked pleased. But I couldn’t crack a smile as I watched the scene before me unfold. I felt a pinch on my back, my mother’s signal to get me to talk. Forced a smile on my face. “Welcome,” I moved to the side, watching as he walked in. “Brian is the new lawyer we hired, we are just trying to get to know a few things,” she explained, leading him deeper into the house. “You have dinner dates with all your new employees?” I couldn’t help but as

Marcus POV“Dinner was the best thing.” I watched Diane pull off the shoes she had on, a soft smile on her face as she reminisced most of the night. A look that I haven’t seen in so long. “Brian? He is talented. Did you know how easy it was to have the client sign the merger?” Diane broke the silence.I hummed, walking to the edge of the bed, grabbing my phone to check the time one more time. “You know, if anything, the night was ten over ten.” She grimaced. “Other than the fact that I had to eat a few oysters.”“You don’t ever eat oysters,” I pointed out.She hummed. “I don’t, but seeing that everyone on the table was eating them, I just didn’t want to look strange.” She stretched, letting out a loud groan. “You know, in China, when you go on business deals, you have to share a drink with the client. One party has to get drunk to show that they trust the other.”Not in those terms, but I wasn’t in the mood to argue.“So, you thought eating oysters was going to show trust?” I fold

Sophia's POVMy fingers hovered over the message icon. What was he going to say? Did he want to talk, or was this his way of trying to apologise?A thousand questions, and the answer was just a button away. All that it needed was for me to click it open and read through what he had sent.I couldn't. I don't know why. I couldn't bring myself to read it.“Sophia?” The Uber stopped right in front of me, the man smiling softly at me.I heaved a sigh, stuffing the phone back into my handbag. “Yes,” I said, pulling the car door open. This could distract me for a moment.“Are you okay?” he asked, staring at me through the rear mirror.“Yes.” The answer came clipped. Too fast, but I wasn't thinking about how rude I sounded.My phone dinged. Was it Marcus? Just as I tried to click on the screen, my finger touched the wrong icon — Marcus's text popped up. “If you are home, your mother is expecting a package. Sign it for her.”I glared at the screen, wondering what I was seeing. I had spent