Rejected After First Love Return's のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

The atmosphere inside the main conference room suddenly turned suffocating, colder than the blast of the air conditioner set at its lowest temperature. Bastian stood at the head of the long table, his hands pressing against the polished teak surface, his chest puffed out with an arrogance that was almost nauseating. Beside him, Vivian sat with her chin lifted, trying to mimic the posture of a leader, though the unease in her eyes betrayed her whenever they met the sharp gazes of the senior executives.I, Casandra, sat in the chair that had always been mine—the place where I used to deliver strategic directives. But today, I remained silent, watching my own husband dig his grave right in front of the board of directors.“Today, I want to announce that starting this very moment, the Vice Director of this company will be Vivian!” Bastian’s voice thundered across the room, firm and triumphant, as if he were declaring a grand victory. “As for Casandra, she will remain in this company—but o

“Ma’am, why didn’t you just slap Vivian back there? Her mouth really needs to be taught a lesson!” Levia said, her voice trembling with barely contained anger. Her hands shook as she helped Casandra carry the last cardboard box toward the elevator. Her eyes still burned with fury after witnessing how that mistress had humiliated her superior in a room filled with memories.Casandra simply let out a long breath, staring at her tired reflection in the polished elevator wall. “Enough, Levia. Don’t think about her anymore. Slapping her would only make me as low as she is. Besides, I won’t be here much longer. Let her enjoy her illusion of victory.”Meanwhile, on the executive floor Casandra had just left behind, the atmosphere was strikingly different. Bastian stepped into the Vice President Director’s office with a forced smile, trying to suppress the occasional pang of guilt in his chest. He approached Vivian, who was busy rearranging flower vases and replacing photo frames on the large

"Casandra, do you really think I'm afraid of a broken bottle? You’re just a weak woman who has just been discarded by her own husband!" Mr. Tan hissed with a condescending tone.Before Casandra could react or swing her arm, Mr. Tan reached into his jacket pocket with lightning speed. He pulled out a small bottle and, from such a close range, sprayed a thick chemical liquid directly into Casandra’s face.Ssssttt!"AAAGHH!" Casandra screamed in agony. The liquid hit her eyes like thousands of burning needles piercing into her corneas. Her vision was instantly shrouded in a torturous white haze, followed by a searing heat that scorched the skin of her face. The broken bottle slipped from her hand, clattering onto the cold marble floor."What... what are you doing, Mr. Tan?!" Casandra groaned, clutching her eyes which felt incredibly painful. Tears flowed profusely, but they were not tears of sadness; they were a torturous chemical reaction. Her body lurched; she tried to find a grip on t

One month had passed since the dark night that nearly claimed Casandra's life. Inside a private hospital suite that resembled a five-star hotel more than a medical ward, the morning sunlight filtered through the gaps in the silk curtains, illuminating a face that was finally beginning to regain its color. No traces of the purplish bruises remained on her temples, and the once-dimmed light in her eyes had been replaced by a cold, focused sharpness.The door opened quietly, and William stepped in, wearing a navy suit that fit his sturdy frame perfectly. He carried a fresh bouquet of white lilies—Casandra’s favorite flowers, a detail she had kept hidden from the public for years."Casandra, you’re looking much better now," William said with a thin but sincere smile. He placed the flowers in a vase on the bedside table and sat in the chair that had been a silent witness to their discussions over the past month.Throughout her recovery, William had not allowed Casandra to be treated by ord

Bastian’s footsteps echoed hollowly through the marble corridor of the grand house that once always felt so warm. It had been a full month since he last set foot there, choosing instead to spend his time in a luxury apartment with Vivian, or simply drowning himself in bottles of alcohol at the office to forget the trillions in losses hitting his company.However, today, an unbearable longing led him home. A longing for the aroma of home-cooked meals, the gentle voice that greeted him at the door, and the sparkle in eyes that had always adored him."Casandra? Casandra, I’m home!" Bastian called out, his voice slightly raspy. He loosened his tie, which felt like it was choking him, hoping to see his wife emerge from the kitchen or the living room with her signature forgiving smile.Silence. There was no answer. Only the ticking of the wall clock seemed to mock the emptiness of the house.An elderly housekeeper, Bi Inah, approached with hesitant steps. Her head was bowed, and her hands t