Semua Bab After Divorce, I became the untouchable Tycoon's sweetheart.: Bab 51 - Bab 60

(Lydia's POV)I woke up slowly, and it was the kind of hazy, heavy awakening where reality and dreams mix together for a few seconds.My body felt warm under the covers, my mind still lingering on the vivid dream I’d just had. Aaron’s hands were on my waist, strong and warm. His mouth on mine, deep and hungry, the way his tongue had brushed against mine and made heat pool low in my belly. My fingers tracing down his chest, feeling the hard ridges of his abs before sliding lower, feeling the unmistakable hardness through his pants. The low groan he made against my lips. The way my body had moved into him, wanting more. The brush of his thumb over my breast, sending sparks through me.My eyes snapped open immediately. I sat up quickly, heart racing, cheeks burning with embarrassment. I can't believe I was having such a dream about him. I looked down at myself and I realized I was still fully dressed in the clothes I had worn to work yesterday. The memory of Aaron carrying me to bed cam

(Aaron's POV)The morning light filtered through the tall windows of the penthouse, illuminating the living room floor. Jolene stood by the door with her bags packed. She had her coat draped over one arm, looking reluctant to leave even though her flight was scheduled soon. The air felt gloomy with a quietness that comes before goodbyes.Lydia stood in front of her, arms wrapped around herself like she was trying to hold herself. They had grown close in the short time Jolene was here. Their late-night talks, shared meals, and easy laughter that had made the penthouse feel more like a home than when it was just Lydia and I. Now that comfort was ending, and we all felt it.“I’m really going to miss you,” Jolene said, pulling Lydia into a tight hug, her voice cracking with emotion. “You’re good for him, you know that? Don’t let him push you away when things get hard. He does that sometimes and thinks he has to carry everything alone.”Lydia hugged her back, her face buried in Jolene’s s

(Donald’s POV)The boardroom looked and felt like a cage this morning.The long oak table stretched out in front of me, but it didn't hold as much appeal as it used to. I had sat at the head of this table for years, but today it felt like it was closing in on me. The members were already seated when I walked in, their faces stern and impatient. Harlan Colt, the old silver-haired bull with the sharp eyes, sat near the head, his pen tapping slowly against his notepad like a countdown timer that had already started.“You have two weeks, Hawthorne,” he said without preamble, his voice flat and final. “Two weeks to secure the Apex contract. If you fail, we will call for a vote on your position as CEO. The board has lost patience with the recent scandals, the drop in stock value, and the constant damage control we’ve had to do because of your personal issues.”I sat down slowly, trying to keep my expression neutral. Inside, my stomach twisted into knots. Two weeks. The words echoed in my he

(Lydia's POV)The envelope was on my desk when I got in.Clara had already set it beside my laptop, it was a small white rectangle with my name written on the front in printed letters and no return address anywhere on it. She was at her own desk when I walked past and she looked up with a faint smile."Courier brought it this morning," she said. "It was marked urgent."I nodded, sat down and picked it up. The seal had not been broken. I opened it carefully and pulled out what was inside. It was a single typed note and underneath it, a photocopy of a document.I looked at the photocopy first, and my stomach dropped.It was my wine company expansion plan. The full version with supplier contacts, projected timeline, budget breakdown, brand positioning notes. Every detail I had spent weeks putting together late at night in this office, in handwriting I recognized as my own because it was my own. I had kept it in the locked drawer on the left side of my desk. I had not digitized it. I had

(Lydia's POV)The bracelet Aaron gave me had been slipping from my wrist all day.I first noticed it during the venue walkthrough with one of my newest bride coordinators in the morning. The clasp kept sliding around my wrist. I pushed it back into place twice without thinking much of it.But by the time I got back to the office after lunch it had slipped again, and when I looked down I could see the clasp had loosened making it free on my wrist. I knew at this point that one more day of this and I was going to lose it somewhere.And that was something I wasn't willing to let happen.I couldn't explain it, even to myself, but the bracelet had become something I didn't want to be without. Even though it might have been just a thoughtful gift from him, I held so much sentimental attachment to it and I just knew I wasn't going to let a loose clasp make me lose it.At the close of work I told Clara I had an errand and drove miles to the same jewelry shop I had had Donald's jewelries appra