Todos los capítulos de After I Gave Up On My Husband : Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

ALMA'S POV I couldn't get any sleep that night. Believe it or not, my mind kept flashing back to that black sedan, connecting the dots to it, the person that drove that car.The person on those wheels was the one sending those texts and notes. I just knew it.But what prove do I have? What do I do right now? Call the cops? That would only get more attention on me. There was no way cops would come over to my apartment and people won't find out about that. I was lucky enough people in my building haven't noticed me. I mean, I only just willed my mind not to care about the unnecessary attention and now this??"Is this someone online trying to stir trouble?" I asked myself, pausing my pace in my office. Fresh clothes, the sun high up in the air, a new day. "If this is someone online, I swear... I'll find you and crush you. Crush you for toying with me."It could very well be someone close. Someone I already knew. Like Chloe.

ALMA'S POV No way. Absolutely no way, impossible. "I'm imagining things." I said, "I'm definitely imagining things, letting rubbish talk get to me and producing images to go along with it." How else do you explain this? What standing does all of these have; this man, these- thoughts! Images! False images appearing in my head right now. What standing do they all have?? "I don't go around meeting random men and asking for sex. That's not me. That's not Alma." I stood in disbelief, shocked. But the images started becoming clearer and clearer in my mind. More delighted shouts, drinks, cheers echoing. Mine. Rosie's. My throat clenched, burned visibly as I remembered the feel of insane alcohol. The burning it left behind and exactly why my throat hurt so much that morning I woke up. Everything suddenly started to make sense. "Is that how I got home too

Alma's POV He pulled out a gift bag from beside his seat. Setting it on the table, pulling out a much smaller one from it. The content immediately catching my eyes as I saw it."Your sketchbook." He said, sliding it over to me "Remember it?""Remember? This is mine." I whispered, touching it lightly. Relived as I held it. Scanned through it, seeing it all intact. Then the memories came.Me talking endlessly how I'd sketch Damien's face, him and his Ella. Sculpt their faces and names onto my jewelry, make them so ugly they'll hate themselves when they see it.Or they'll end up loving themselves even more, the whole world seeing them and me watching from the sidelines. Abandoned.Utterly pathetic.Inconceivable!"I'm never drinking again." I declared, cringing. He laughed. "Honestly, I'm never. Like ever. I cannot even remember the things I did. If you hadn't texted and bothered me, I wouldn't even know such thin

ALMA'S POV "Ma'am!" "Good morning, ma'am." "Good morning!" I beamed at them, the team. Approaching their section from the elevator. "How's it going, guys? I know I didn't come in yesterday, I'm sorry- "Oh it's no don't bother, ma'am. We handled everything just fine." Gwen brushed off, Angela coming to take my purse and jacket upon sighting me. "You look marvelous, ma'am. Just marvelous!" I looked down at myself, chuckled lightly. My pink suit dress clinging to my body, a slit cutting through to the upper thigh, jacket on, a tie and white heels to go along with it. My new style apparently. "This is great?" I asked, hopeful. "It is great! So great, it suits you." Gwen gushed out, stepping backwards to dramatically admire. Making me chuckle more, feeling more confident than I did when I pulled it together in front of the mirror today. "Thank you, Gwen. Keep up the work

Damien's POV “We also have peonies, lilies, hydrangeas...In different colours too, would you like to see, sir?"Colours?She pulled them out immediately. A staff helping, petals in colors blue, pink, white...red, even black, lined up in front of me. The entire room colorful, air fresh. Feminine. Making me ask myself again,Just what the hell was I doing in here?"These are pink peonies, sir. These are the white ones, the red. Also white lilies, purple orchids… all of them perfect for that special lady."Special lady?I looked at her quick, the florist. Her expression staying the same; a small understanding smile, calm eyes like she knew just what the hell she was talking about. Which she didn't.She didn't know anything.What special lady. She wasn't special in anyway, I was simply trying to- to congratulate her. Yes. Congratulate her on getting up on the ranks. A seat at the board. An execut