All Chapters of Divorced And Out of His League: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Kayla’s POVThe sound of his voice echoed up the marble staircase, loud and desperate. “Kayla! Please, just hear me out!”I stood frozen near the railing, my heart thudding in my chest as the security guards struggled to calm him. He was causing a scene… here, at a wedding after-party full of dignitaries and press. I could hear the guests murmuring, some whispering my name.“Miss Brooks, should we call the police?” one of the guards asked from below.“Let them handle it,” I said coldly, even though my palms were damp and trembling.Haylee squeezed my arm gently. “Kayla, don’t worry. He’ll leave soon. Just don’t go down there.”I gave a stiff nod, even though I could feel the weight of every word Adrian shouted pressing into my chest.“I was wrong!” he yelled again, his voice cracking. “I was blinded and stupid! Kayla, please — I&rsqu

Adrian’s POV“Adrian, do you even hear yourself?”Vivian’s voice echoed through the living room for what felt like the tenth time in one hour. Her tone was sharp, her face flushed with anger, and her eyes burned with something between frustration and disbelief.She stood in front of me with her arms crossed, her phone still in her hand. On the screen, paused at a still frame, was Kayla…calm, confident, beautiful—during that live TV interview that had apparently set the entire house on fire.“Vivian,” I said quietly, “I told you already. She wasn’t talking about us personally. She was referring to business. It was a professional interview.”Vivian let out a bitter laugh. “Professional? Are you serious right now? Did you even watch yourself when they showed the clip again? You looked guilty! And she…she sounded like a woman trying to rewrite her story with her ex-husband!

Kayla’s POVI didn’t know why I’d chosen this place.The restaurant hadn’t changed…  not one bit. The same peeling green paint on the walls, the same worn-out chairs that wobbled when you sat, the same familiar scent of roasted vegetables and toasted bread that once kept me company during those endless nights of planning and sketching.It used to be my spot. My little haven when I had nothing but a bag of dreams and a heart full of fear. Back then, no one knew my name. Now, every table turned to look when I walked in… recognition flashing in their eyes.I took the seat by the window, the one I always used to claim. I didn’t have to wait long before Adrian walked in.He still had that same calm arrogance about him,  perfectly dressed, perfectly composed, as though nothing ever fazed him. Except his eyes. They flickered when they found me.He walked over and stopped by the table. “Kay

Kayla’s POVMaya’s voice rose again for what felt like the hundredth time. “I still don’t understand, Kayla. Why would they do this to you?”Her frustration echoed across the office, bouncing off the glass walls. Papers were scattered across my desk, the faint hum of the city seeping in through the windows. I’d been pacing for so long, I was beginning to wear a path in the carpet.“Something doesn’t add up,” I muttered, rubbing my temples. “Not after everything we’ve invested in DreamSpace. The contracts, the designs, the progress reports…none of this makes sense.”Maya stood near my desk, arms folded tightly, her brows knitted. “You think it’s personal?”“Everything becomes personal when there’s this much money involved.” I turned sharply to face her. “Did you notice anything odd during the last few board meetings? Any strange c

Kayla’s POVMaya was waiting for me when I walked into the office that morning, her arms folded, eyes darting straight to the white box in my hands.“Another one?” she asked dryly.I dropped the box on the table, ignoring the faint scent of lilies that instantly filled the room. “Apparently, yes. Adrian’s new hobby.”Maya let out a short laugh. “That man is persistent. You’d think after two weeks of silence he’d get the hint.”Two weeks.Two weeks since that night I’d drowned myself in whiskey and nostalgia. Two weeks since Adrian had decided that showering me with gifts would somehow rewrite history.Flowers. Chocolates. Perfume. A framed quote about second chances. And now… another box.I sighed, untying the ribbon. Inside was a bouquet of crimson roses… his favorite to get me back when we used to fight — and a small picture tucked neatly be