All Chapters of Sorry, Ex-husband You Lost Me : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

VICTOR'S POVI almost didn't come to the gala tonight.My doctors had spent the last several days reminding me that recovering from a heart transplant was not something I could rush, and although I had been discharged from the hospital, I was still weaker than I wanted to admit. My body tired easily, and there were moments when simply walking across a room left me needing to stop and catch my breath.But I couldn't stay home tonight.For months, Sterling House had been changing beneath my nose, and whoever had been responsible for the transformation had finally decided to reveal herself. I needed to see the person who had taken control of my company without revealing her identity, and more importantly, I needed to understand why she had chosen tonight to step into the light.So I came.The moment I entered the ballroom, several people turned toward me, probably surprised to see me so soon after my surgery, but I barely noticed their reactions because my attention was immediately drawn

JANELLE'S POVI woke up with the faint sound of the city filtering through the windows, but for several seconds, I didn't open my eyes.My body felt unusually heavy, as though I had spent the entire night running instead of sleeping. When I finally opened my eyes, the first thing I remembered was the gala.The cameras flashing every few seconds.The applause that had followed my father's announcement.The stunned expressions around the ballroom when he introduced me as the new CEO of Sterling House.Kennedy's face.I almost smiled at the memory.After everything I had endured, there had been something strangely satisfying about watching the man who once made me feel insignificant realize that the woman he had discarded was now standing at the center of the fashion world he had once believed he belonged in.Then I remembered Zane's words when we returned home.It wasn't about Kennedy.It was about me.I had rebuilt my life.I had rebuilt Sterling House.I had finally looked at myself a

RICHARD'S POVI didn't bother announcing myself when I arrived at Victor's house.I had no patience for polite greetings, concerned questions about his recovery or the meaningless conversation people usually had with someone who had just survived a heart transplant. I had spent the entire night watching his daughter stand on that stage and hearing him announce her as the new CEO of Sterling House, and every minute since then had only made me angrier.Janelle was alive.Victor had a daughter.And somehow, that daughter had walked straight into the company that was supposed to be mine.I pushed through the entrance and headed upstairs without waiting for anyone to tell me where Victor was. I knew the house well enough to find him myself.When I entered his room, I found him sitting near the window, looking considerably weaker than he had before his surgery.Under different circumstances, I might have felt some sympathy.Not today.I closed the door behind me and looked directly at him.

JANELLE'S POVI had spent years trying not to think too deeply about my mother's death.There had always been too many unanswered questions, and whenever I came close to one of them, something inside me told me to stop digging. My father had always been vague whenever I asked about her final days, and eventually I learned to accept the version of events I had been given.My mother was gone.It had been an accident.There was nothing I could do about it.At least, that was what I had believed.Now, sitting at the dining table with several boxes of her belongings spread across the surface, I wasn't sure I believed any of it anymore.I picked up one of the old photographs we had taken from her room and studied it carefully.My mother was standing inside what looked like one of the old Sterling House workshops, smiling at the camera with a piece of fabric draped over her shoulder. She looked younger than I remembered, but there was something about her expression that caught my attention.

VICTOR'S POVComing home from the hospital should have felt like a victory.The doctors had finally agreed that I was stable enough to recover at home, and after weeks of sterile rooms, nurses checking my vitals and machines reminding me that my body was no longer entirely my own, I should have been relieved to see my own house again.Instead, I felt uneasy the moment the car stopped outside.Too much had changed while I was gone.Sterling House had changed.My relationship with Richard had changed.And most dangerously, Janelle had changed.She was no longer the quiet daughter I had spent years keeping away from the world. She had returned to my life as the woman who had rebuilt Sterling House, taken control of the company and stood in front of an entire room wearing her mother's design.That dress had been the beginning of everything.I stepped out of the car slowly, one hand resting briefly against the door as I gathered myself.The front door opened before I reached it."Dad."Jan