All Chapters of After I Gave Up On My Husband : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Damien's POV You would think the next couple of days would go smoothly, but they don't. They don't go smooth or normal at all. At least internally. Outwardly, everything seemed okay. Everything seemed to be moving okay, she- She seemed to be moving okay. Still kept that bouquet in her office. Didn't throw it out, didn't ask questions, get worried about the unknown location it came from. Powering down on the fact, she really thought it was from him. That man. But it was none of my business. Absolutely had nothing to do with me. If that's how she decided to treat her congratulatory gift I ordered for her, so be it. "I won't pry into someone else's love life." Or at least that was what I thought. What I thought before arriving at that particular workshop. It was inspection day. My usual routine to go through our inbuilt workshops and see for myself what was really going on. It was usual thing I did. But she chose that day to head over there too. Go there. Stay

Evelyn's POV (Grandma) I waste time checking the workshops anymore, instead made a U turn, waving at workers from other halls that saw me. Not exactly going in or attracting attention. Anything to get to that grandson of mine as soon as possible. Without her knowledge of course. This had nothing to do with her, and everything to do with him. What he was doing there. Doing there staring at her work. Then running away leaving when someone spotted him. Glaring at his assistant when he didn't get the clue immediately. I had several questions. Did he do that often? Did he come down here often along with her, hide like that. Why was he hiding? Above all, Why was he running away? "Would you like anything else, Madame?" The staff asked, polite. A serving of tea and biscuits laid out on the table in f

Alma's POV I laughed. He did too. The conversation felt warmer and warmer after that. We drifted from there to something else, one thing leading to another, time passing like child's play. In fact, nothing about the evening seemed to move in straight lines. One thing reminded me of another. Gabriel even told me about a disastrous investment he'd made much younger because he'd been too arrogant to listen to someone who knew better. I told him about the first piece I'd ever sold that wasn't connected to Ashford and how I stared at the payment notification for almost ten minutes because somebody had actually paid money for something that had existed only in my head. He asked if I still had the money. "I spent it." I said of course, "On?" "More materials." I said it like it was ob

Damien's POV "Tony," I called steadily. "I need every information on who this man is. Every single piece of information, give me everything."He looked at me, the feral look in my eyes, my form. "Yes sir!" He straightened, rushed forward immediately, taking the iPad and leaving to what I asked for.I pulled the tissues by the side, wiping off the blood and ink on my palm, my mind already reeling with thoughts.Who exactly was this strange bastard?*****Hours into the day, Tony came back. And with him, the sourest news of the day."He is Gabriel Quinn. Thirty-two, Heir of the Quinn International." Quinn International?"Gabriel Quinn." I voiced out loud, testing the name on my tongue. Already not liking it, yet feeling the familiarity of it. "Is his family into Arts?""Yes sir, but not just that. Acquisitions, investment funds, companies, jewellery. Stones. They're into several untra

ALMA'S POV "Mom the man's cheating. Openly." Becca called, bold. Firm like mom. "You don't know that." Mom retorted, "A couple pictures on the blogs don't confirm anything.""So what will you have her do then? Alma. Your daughter. She should wait for a man that clearly has eyes somewhere else?? Does your reputation mean more than your own daughter's peace, c'mon mom."Mom glared. Fumed. Becca didn't back down. Putting her 1 year old baby back on the floor, facing mom.I might not have mentioned this earlier, but my family...they could be a bit of a hot head and stubborn. Especially mom and Becca.The two brown hairs with a loose screw. "Guys," I started to call, sitting up. "You two don't need to-"What do you mean by that, Rebecca?" Mom cut me off, heading over there. "Explain to me what exactly you mean, are you saying I don't care about my own daughter? I don't care about her marriage??"