Todos los capítulos de Divorced And Out of His League: Capítulo 91 - Capítulo 100

Kayla’s POV“Please make sure these files are submitted before noon,” I said, sliding the folder across my desk. “And follow up with the vendors about the revised timelines. I want confirmation, not acknowledgement.”My secretary nodded, flipping the folder open. “Understood. Do you want me to prioritize the Northbridge proposal as well?”“Yes,” I replied without hesitation. “They’ve been on the fence for weeks. If we don’t lock them in now, we lose them.”She hesitated slightly before asking, “Are you available for calls today?”“I am,” I said firmly. “All day.”That earned me a small smile. “It’s good to have you fully back.”When she left, I sat still for a moment, absorbing her words. Fully back. The realization struck deeper than I expected. I had been present at work over the past few days, truly pr

Kayla’s POVThe air felt heavier as we lined up on the tracks.It was the kind of tension that crawled under the skin, the kind that made your heart pound even before the race began. I rolled my shoulders, breathing in slowly, my gaze moving over my teammates one after the other.“This one,” I whispered as quietly as I could, leaning toward them, “we take first place.”They looked at me, brows furrowed, sweat already beading on their temples.“For Mel,” I added softly.The name alone seemed to settle something between us. Mel, the woman who had run the last lap in the previous race. The woman who should have been here today. The woman who would never run again.“She deserves that,” my teammate murmured, nodding.Across the tracks, I could feel Vivian’s presence without looking at her. It was like a static charge in the air, sharp and restless.The official raise

Steven’s POVFor a full minute, I could not move.My phone was still pressed to my ear, the commissioner’s voice echoing faintly from the other end, but all I could see was Gia. His eyes were fixed on me, dark and sharp, stripped of the calm professionalism he had worn so easily earlier. The air inside the plane felt suddenly thin, heavy with something unspoken and dangerous.Then everything happened at once.Gia lunged at the overhead compartment at the same time I reached for the emergency kit beneath my seat. The sudden movement sent a jolt of panic through me. Before I could even process what he was grabbing, he straightened, a gun already in his hand.“Hang up,” he ordered calmly, pointing the weapon directly at my chest.My breath caught, but I forced my hand to stay steady as I ended the call. The silence inside the cabin became unbearable, broken only by the low hum of the engine.“Don’t scr

Kayla’s POVIt had been five days since I left the hospital.Five days since Steven walked through that sterile hallway, ignored the protests of two nurses, and carried me out as though I belonged nowhere else but in his arms.I had tried not to think about that moment too much. The way the sunlight hit his face as the helicopter blades spun above us. The way my mother’s eyes filled with tears as she watched him lift me like I weighed nothing. The way his hand never loosened its hold even when we were airborne.Since then, he had not exactly moved in, but he had not left either.Every morning there was a knock before nine. Sometimes coffee. Sometimes pastries. Sometimes just him standing there, pretending he happened to be “in the area.” He stayed for drinks most evenings. We talked about everything except the one thing hanging between us.I had officially taken a break from Brookes Atelier. My design team was handlin

Kayla’s POVThe night air felt different as though it knew how happy I was feeling being with Steven.Just when I thought the evening would end peacefully, he stopped himself from opening the car door again and looked at me in a way that made my pulse skip.“Kayla,” he said quietly, “did you really end things with Ashton… or are you going to wake up tomorrow and regret it?”I blinked at him. “Excuse me?”“I’m serious.” His jaw tightened. “I need to know I’m not standing here with someone who still has unfinished feelings somewhere else.”A scoff escaped me before I could stop it. “You think I’d be here with you if I had regrets?”He didn’t answer immediately, and that annoyed me more than his question.“You know what?” I folded my arms. “Since we’re asking questions, why don’t we talk about