บททั้งหมดของ Only after I left : บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

DISAPPOINTMENTAdrian sat alone in his home office, the signed divorce papers still on the desk in front of him. The house was too quiet. Evelyn’s absence had turned the Harrison Estate into a hollow shell. He poured himself another drink, the amber liquid catching the light from the city skyline outside the tall windows.The door to his study opened softly. Sophia stepped inside, wearing a fitted black dress that accentuated her figure. She closed the door behind her and leaned against it for a moment, smiling.“Adrian,” she said, her voice low and intimate. “I came as soon as I heard the papers were signed. How are you holding up?”He didn’t look up. “I’m fine.”Sophia walked closer, her heels clicking on the hardwood floor. She stopped beside his chair and placed a hand gently on his shoulder.“Now that you’re finally divorced,” she murmured, “we don’t have to pretend anymore. Let’s have some fun. I’ve missed being touched… missed feeling wanted.” Adrian stiffened. He slowly turned

SECOND CHOICEI sat on the worn couch in my tiny Queens apartment, a half-empty mug of tea cooling on the table beside me. The city hummed faintly outside the single window, looking at the message on the screen at this point I really don't care anymore whoever this person is, not scared anymore but inside, everything felt still. Too still. The kind of quiet that invited memories I usually tried to keep buried. I had always been the second choice.Even as a little girl, I learned that no matter how hard I tried, someone else would shine brighter. Emma, my younger sister, was the golden child, the one who got the loud cheers at school plays, the new clothes, the proud hugs from our parents when she brought home a B+. I would come home with straight A’s and hear, “That’s nice, Evelyn. But did you see Emma’s artwork? She’s really talented.”I tried harder. I studied longer. I helped around the house without being asked. But the praise never came my way. It was always “Emma is so creative

The search Adrian stood in his home office late at night, the signed divorce papers still on his desk like an accusation. The silence of the Harrison Estate pressed in from all sides. Evelyn had vanished with no note, no location, no explanation. He had tried calling. He had sent messages. Nothing.He couldn’t accept it.The next morning, he made a call he never thought he would need to make.“Marcus,” Adrian said when the private investigator answered. “I need you to find someone. Discreetly. No traces back to me.”Marcus, a former intelligence operative with a reputation for getting results, didn’t ask unnecessary questions. “Who am I looking for?”“My wife. Evelyn Harrison. She left the house recently. I need to know where she is, why she left, and what she’s doing. Everything.”“Understood. I’ll start immediately.”The first few days brought nothing. Marcus reported back with frustratingly little.“She’s careful,” he said during their first update call. “No credit card activity un

THE TRAIL OF BETRAYALI couldn’t ignore it anymore. The lost investors, the canceled meetings, the persistent rumors someone was actively trying to destroy what I was building at Silverline. And I needed to know who.The next morning, I arrived early and asked Ethan and Ryan to meet me in the small conference area. I laid out the emails, the withdrawal notices, and the pattern of timing.“I’m done being passive,” I said firmly. “Someone is sabotaging us. I want to investigate properly. Can we trace the calls and messages?”Ryan nodded immediately. “I have contacts who can help with that. Discreetly. No one will know we’re looking.”Ethan looked worried but supportive. “Do it. We can’t keep losing ground like this.”Over the next few days, Ryan’s contacts worked quietly. The results came back piece by piece, and each one felt like a punch to the gut.The calls to investors had come from numbers linked to Harrison Group. The rumors had been fed through internal channels there. The black

A NIGHT TO BREATHEThe restaurant Ryan chose was quiet and warm, tucked away on a side street in a part of the city I rarely visited. Soft lighting, wooden tables, and the gentle clink of glasses created an atmosphere that felt miles away from the polished steel and glass of Harrison Group or the chaotic energy of Silverline. I had almost canceled when he suggested dinner, but something in me needed this a few hours where I wasn’t constantly looking over my shoulder.Ryan was already waiting when I arrived. He stood up as I approached, his smile easy and genuine.“You look beautiful,” he said simply, pulling out my chair. “I’m glad you came.”I sat down, smoothing my simple black dress. “Thanks for inviting me. I needed to get out of my apartment for a bit.”We ordered wine and a couple of shared plates. For the first few minutes, we talked about easy things: the latest Silverline numbers, a funny story from one of our supplier meetings, the way the city looked at night. Ryan was good