All Chapters of Sorry, Ex-husband You Lost Me : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Zane’s POV “You idiot! You think you can steal my clients and ruin years of my hard work?” The shouting came before the door even fully opened. I slowly lifted my eyes from the report on my desk and watched Kennedy Jones storm into my office like he owned the building. My secretary hurried in behind him, looking horrified. “Sir, I’m so sorry. I tried to stop him, but he..." I glanced at her before looking back at Kennedy. “How did this animal gain entry into my office?” My secretary swallowed nervously. “I tried telling him you were in a meeting, sir, but he refused to listen. He pushed past me and came straight in.” I leaned back in my chair, studying Kennedy for a moment before giving her a small nod. “Leave us.” She hesitated. “Are you sure, sir?” “I said leave us.” She nodded quickly and stepped outside, closing the door behind her. The moment we were alone, I looked at Kennedy and allowed a faint smirk to touch my lips. “To what do I owe this pleasant surprise, b

Janelle's POV The gates of the Sterling family mansion opened slowly as the security guards recognized the vehicle, and the moment we drove through, a strange heaviness settled over me. I had not been here in years. I stared through the window as the familiar driveway came into view, memories flashing through my mind so quickly that I almost felt dizzy. The huge fountain my mother used to take me around whenever I was bored, the flower gardens she loved, the old oak trees where I had spent countless afternoons sketching while she worked beside me. Everything looked almost exactly the same. And somehow, that made it hurt even more. Zane reached across the seat and gently took my hand. “You don't have to do this if you're not ready.” I looked at him. “i'm ready, I'm just overwhelmed with emotions" His fingers tightened around mine. "You don't have to figure it out alone. I'm always here" I smiled faintly. Eddie, who was sitting in the front passenger seat, turne

Janelle's POV The second week of my new routine had somehow become even more exhausting than the first, although I was beginning to understand why the specialist had warned me that consistency would matter more than motivation. Motivation disappeared the moment I woke up with aching muscles, but the routine remained, and somehow Zane always managed to drag me out of bed before I could convince myself that sleeping for another three hours was medically necessary. That morning, I stood in front of the mirror after taking my prescribed weight-management treatment, studying my reflection with a critical expression. My arms were still fuller than I wanted, my stomach still protruded beneath my fitted workout clothes, and my breasts made half of my gym tops look ridiculous. I turned sideways, sucked in my stomach and immediately became irritated with myself for doing it. I lowered my shirt and sighed. “You're doing it again.” I turned around and found Zane standing at the doorwa

Kennedy’s POV I heard a knock on my office door and I didn't bother looking up from the financial report spread across my desk. “Come in.” My investigator stepped inside, carrying a thin folder that immediately irritated me. I had been expecting answers. Judging from the expression on his face, he didn't have many. He placed the folder on my desk. “Sir, I have an update on Janelle.” I finally looked up. “And?” “We found some information, but not enough to establish her current whereabouts.” My jaw tightened. “What exactly does that mean?” “She hasn't appeared in any of the places where she used to spend time. Her former social contacts haven't seen her, and there is no accessible address currently associated with her.” I opened the folder and flipped through the documents. “There has to be something.” “We checked the addresses we had, her known contacts, several hotels and the places she frequented before the separation. Nothing led us to her current location.” I stared

JANELLE'S POV I woke up alone. For a few seconds, I remained beneath the covers, staring at the empty space beside me. The sheets were still slightly warm, but Zane was nowhere in sight. I frowned and pushed myself upright. He had left. My eyes moved around the bedroom until something on the bedside table caught my attention. Flowers. A beautiful bouquet had been placed beside a small handwritten note. I reached for it, and the moment I unfolded the paper, a smile slowly appeared on my face. Have a beautiful morning. Don't skip breakfast. I'll see you later. — Zane I read it twice. Then a third time. I couldn't help smiling. There was something about the gesture that touched me more than it probably should have. I had never met a man like Zane. A man could be angry with me, frustrated with me and still wake up early enough to leave flowers and a sweet note beside my bed. That wasn't something I was used to. Kennedy could barely hide his anger when he was upset with me.