All Chapters of Once His Pawn, Now His Brother’s Obsession— Too Late, Ex!: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

OPHELIAThe Whitmores’Every single person in the city knew that name. Everyone knew I was married to Julius Whitmore, the charismatic CEO whose smile made every lady in the city swoon. I had what everyone called a perfect love story. Four years of marriage, a husband who adored me openly, supported me, and made even romance books look like child’s play. To everyone, I was the luckiest woman in the world.Truly, I was. That was until I caught my husband kissing his so-called cousin.Right after I’d donated blood to her child!“Hello. Did you see my husband?” I asked a nurse as I stepped out of my hospital ward.The nurse rushed to my side and, worriedly, held my arm. “Mrs Whitmore. You shouldn’t be out of bed so soon,” she said, concern laced in her voice. Then hesitating, she added. “I-I think Mr Whitmore went that way.” She pointed to the rooms on the other side. “I’m fine. I won’t go far.” Offering her a short smile, I began to walk in the direction, my eyes searching each roo

OPHELIASelena paused the moment her eyes fell on me. She looked from me to the child and before I could blink, she hurried toward us, shoved me out of the way, and bundled the child in a hug. “Alia, dear.”I grabbed the table to steady myself.“Oh, my child. Thank goodness you’re awake. I was almost scared to death.”“Mommy, where is…”The door opened again and this time, Julius stepped in. A fresh memory of the scene I’d witnessed only a few minutes ago flashed in my mind and I clutched the table tighter as my breath hitched. “Dad-Uncle,” Alia called, pulling away from Selena’s embrace.With a smile plastered on his face, he sauntered toward her and kissed her all over her face. “Little Alia is finally awake? Did you dream of little fairies while you were unconscious this time?”Selena wrapped a hand around his arm and leaned against him. “Yes, dearie. Why don’t you tell us what you saw this time?”“I saw fairies and even elves.”“Amazing,” he exclaimed. “How many did you see?”A

OPHELIA“Mrs Whitmore, I’m sorry. This death certificate is fake.” The officer at the medical records department informed me.It was mid-morning, and I was standing at the medical records department of the same hospital where I’d lost my baby. Holding the very death certificate they'd issued then. I blinked once and then let out a small, disbelieving laugh.“Hmm, what do you mean fake? This was issued by the hospital itself.” I lengthened my smile. “Could you please check again?”The young officer shot me an annoyed glance before turning back to her computer, typing away on it. A minute later, she looked up again and repeated. “I’m sorry, the death certificate is fake.” She scrutinized the screen one more time. “There’s no one with the name Adilia Whitmore that was born or died in this hospital. Are you sure that certificate was issued here?” She looked at me weirdly like I was some mad woman with an imaginary dead child.I swallowed the lump in my throat. I remembered Julius handing

OPHELIAAlthough my legs were weak from the truth I’d seen inside the office, I posed a confident walk as I stepped through the lobby of Ronan’s company. The stares of Ronan’s employees at me were heavy. They looked from me to their phones and then at me again. They must’ve seen today’s headline. Julius must have seen it too. Well, speak of the devil and he would appear. My phone buzzed loudly in my purse and I fished it out to see the caller ID. Julius.Surely, he’d seen the news that I was returning to acting after four years. For the first time since I got married, my identity was not linked to his. I wasn’t appearing in the headlines because of him. This time, it was solely me. Four years ago, I’d abandoned my career at its peak all because he was insecure that I worked with other men. Back then, I’d thought it was romantic. That he was simply being possessive of who he loved so much. I’d found his jealousy romantic. Only now I realize all he did was cage and limit me. I s

OPHELIAMy heels clicked sharply against the marble floor as I stepped into my father’s company for the first time in years. Heads turned almost immediately. Right. I wanted it to be clear from the deliberate sway of my hips to my loud footsteps that I wasn’t just here for a visit this time. If I was returning, I sure as hell was returning as loudly as I left. “Mrs. Whitmore,” a voice stopped me before I could enter the elevator. I swirled around to find Anna, the head of the design team. She rushed toward me, her eyes filled with a mix of surprise and excitement.“Mrs. Whitmore. We saw the news.” Her eyes raked over my red three-piece suit before settling on me again. “Are you returning to the company as well?”“Anna. It’s been so long.”“Yes, Mrs. Whitmore. You look splendid.”“Thank you. Ophelia would do.” My expression softened. “And yes, I’m returning to the company.”She squealed out loud at my confirmation but quickly closed a hand around her mouth to compose herself.“I’m s