Semua Bab After Divorce, I became the untouchable Tycoon's sweetheart.: Bab 41 - Bab 50

(Lydia's POV)A few days later, Aaron informed me about a charity gala Apex group was throwing at one of their hotels.“I want you to come with me. Every staff member is expected to come with their plus one. Even invited guests.”I wanted to turn him down, not because I didn't want to, but being in public following all that has been happening recently, has been giving me the cold feet.But the plea in his eyes changed my mind. Also, he's been nothing but good, looking out for me at the slightest inconvenience. Again, we were married in the public eye and appearances like this were part of keeping that story consistent.“When is it?” I asked.“In two days time.”“Alright. I'll have to arrange what to wear.”“No need,” he said. “I will have that covered.”~~~Two days later, the charity dinner was held at one of the older hotels downtown. I wore the expensive peach sequin dress, and silver heels and accessories he got for me. He, on the other hand, wore a dark striped suit. We arrived

(Aaron's POV)I stepped into the penthouse and the sound of Jolene’s laughter welcomed me before I even closed the door. She was on the couch, legs tucked under her, phone pressed to her ear, talking excitedly.“Yes, I’ll be home soon. Tell Dad I said hi and that I miss you both so much.” She laughed again at something her daughter said on the other end. “I love you more, sweetheart. Okay, talk soon.”She hung up and looked over at me with that familiar mischievous grin. “Hey, big brother.”I walked over and gave her a quick hug. “Say hi to your husband and daughter for me next time.”“Will do,” she said, squeezing me back before pulling away. “They miss their favorite uncle.”We exchanged pleasantries for a minute, about how her flight was, how her daughter was doing in school, the usual catch-up siblings do when they see each other after a long time. Then I asked, “How are you? When did you get in?”“I got here this morning,” she said. “I used my key. I figured you wouldn’t mind.”

(Aaron's POV)I stood in the doorway of her office, Calvin’s business card still between my fingers. The name alone made my blood run hot. I looked up at Lydia, who was watching me with a slight frown.“Who gave you this card?” I asked, keeping my voice as controlled as I could.She leaned back in her chair, eyes narrowing. “An investor at the mixer this afternoon. Why?”I muttered under my breath before I could stop myself. “Bastard.”She sat up straighter, her expression shifting from confusion to concern. “Aaron, what’s going on? You look like you just saw a ghost. Talk to me.”I closed the door behind me and walked over to her desk. I set the card down but kept my hand on it. “Stay away from Calvin. Don’t call him. Don’t meet with him. If he reaches out again, tell me immediately.”She stared at me, the concern turning into frustration. “I can’t just turn away a potential investor without a reason. He seemed professional. Asked good questions about our expansion plans. Why are you

Lydia's POV“Alright, Clara. Schedule the meeting for later this morning. No. I won’t be coming in late, I just need to catch my breath once I get to the office. Oh you have no idea,” I let out a sigh on the last note, as I slid my feet into a pair of heels. Jolene had left me by myself earlier to go use the Home gym on the ground floor. “Okay. Prepare the documents like we discussed. And please, could you go through my slides? I need this to be perfect.”The door opened and Aaron walked in, his eyes squinting at the sight of me, fully dressed and ready to leave for work. “Lydia, can we talk about this?” His voice was calm and yet filled with a sense of urgency as he cocked his head to the side. I put up a finger for him to hold on while I rounded off with Clara on the phone. “Alright, sweetie. See you in a bit.” I don't know why, but I'm surprisingly pumped up today. I buckled the straps of my shoes and stood from the chair to check myself in the mirror. Satisfied with my look,

(Aaron's POV)I have not been sleeping more than four hours since the car brake incident. Today was not any different.The office was quiet except for the occasional notification from the investigator’s secure line. I sat in the study with the lights dimmed, multiple screens open, and my coffee going cold beside me. Every lead on the synthetic blonde wig had been chased down for days now. Store records, online orders, security footage from women wig shops across the city. I had pulled every favor I had, relied on contacts I rarely used, and still it felt like we were pouring water into a large basket.My phone rang and I answered immediately.“We have a lead,” the investigator said. “Loren Spencer. She's twenty-one, and an art student. She bought a matching high end synthetic blonde wig three weeks ago from a boutique downtown and paid in cash. We tracked her down through the store’s loyalty program.”“Bring her in,” I said, already standing up. “I want to talk to her myself.”Two ho