All Chapters of My Ex Fiancé Uncle’s Obsession : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Victoria’s POV The restaurant overlooked the Hudson, where the evening lights shimmered across the dark water like scattered diamonds. It was elegant, expensive, and discreet—the kind of place where powerful people conducted conversations they never wanted the public to hear. I arrived fifteen minutes early, not because I was eager. But because I wanted him to know I had waited for him. Especially him who had once waited for me willingly. A waiter escorted me to a secluded table near the windows, and I ordered a glass of white wine before opening my phone. Seven twenty-three, he was late. Or maybe not late but hesitant and I knew exactly why. At seven twenty-nine, the maître d’ led a man toward my table. For a moment, I almost didn’t recognize him. George Walker looked older than thirty. Life had carved itself into his face in ways age never could. The expensive suits he used to wear had been replaced by a faded navy blazer that had clearly seen better days. His beard had g

Ava’s POV The lobby around us continued exactly as it always had. Polished shoes clicked against marble floors. Yet all of it sounded distant, as though someone had pulled me beneath water. George was standing in front of me. Not in a memory or dream. Real. The papers I had dropped were still scattered around my feet, but I couldn’t bring myself to bend down and pick them up. My body simply refused to move. He looked different. The confident young man I had once planned my entire future around had disappeared somewhere over the years. His clothes were neat but worn. His face carried quiet exhaustion, and the warmth that had always lived inside his smile had faded into something much sadder. Time had changed both of us. His eyes searched my face carefully, almost cautiously, as though he was afraid I would disappear if he blinked. “…Hi, Ava.” His voice was soft. Uncertain. I opened my mouth to answer, but nothing came out. What was I supposed to say to the first man

Ava’s POV The business card remained inside my desk drawer for the rest of the afternoon, silently waiting for a decision I kept pretending I had already made. I told myself I wasn’t thinking about George, yet every time I reached for something inside that drawer, my eyes found the white card before I could stop them. It wasn’t because I wanted him back; it was because a part of me still wanted to understand why the person I loved most had walked away without letting me fight for us. By the time Chloe and Mia entered my office, they didn’t need to ask what was wrong because they already knew. Chloe looked toward the drawer before looking back at me, and the small knowing expression on her face told me she had noticed everything I had been trying to hide. “You haven’t thrown it away,” she said softly. I looked down at my desk. “I don’t know why.” Mia crossed her arms. “Yes, you do.” I hated that she was right. “You’re not thinking about giving George another chance,” Chloe sa

George’s POV The cool night air hit my face the moment I stepped out of the restaurant, but it did nothing to quiet the storm inside me. Adrian Blackwood’s expression refused to leave my mind. I had expected anger, arrogance, maybe even hatred, but what I had seen in his eyes wasn’t any of those things. It was fear. Not fear of me, but fear of losing Ava. I walked aimlessly along the sidewalk, the city lights blurring together as fragments of our confrontation replayed over and over in my head. The way Adrian had looked at Ava wasn’t the look of a man obsessed with possessing someone. It was the look of someone desperately trying not to lose the person he loved. Victoria had painted a completely different picture. She had described Adrian as cold, controlling, and incapable of loving anyone but himself. She claimed he destroyed lives because he enjoyed power, that every kind gesture was another way of tightening his grip on people. For years, I had believed every word without q

Victoria’s POV I arrived at the Hotel restaurant twenty minutes early. The windows overlooked the Hudson River, where the last streaks of sunset shimmered across the water. Soft piano music floated through the intimate dining room, blending with the quiet laughter of couples tucked into secluded corners. I chose a table by the window and ordered only a glass of water. Tonight wasn’t about impressing George, it was about reminding him. I caught my reflection in the glass. My makeup was softer than usual, my hair loosely resting over my shoulders, and instead of the designer dresses I normally wore, I had chosen a simple cream dress. George had never fallen in love with glamour. He fell in love with vulnerability. Always wanted someone to save. As I rehearsed every word in my head, the waiter returned to ask if I was ready to order. “I’m waiting for someone,” I replied with a polite smile. I wasn’t going to make accusations or excuses and no mention of Adrian unless George brou