บททั้งหมดของ Too Late to Want Me Back: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

Elena stared at the message glowing on her phone. Come to the office. Three words. No greeting. No explanation. No warmth. She read the message twice before locking her screen. Some habits took longer to break than a marriage. She took a slow breath and stepped into the elevator. As it climbed toward the executive floor, her hand instinctively rested on her stomach. A tiny smile appeared. No one knew about the baby. She had wanted Damian to hear the news first. The elevator doors opened. Priya looked up from the reception desk. Sympathy flashed across her face before she quickly looked away. "Mr. Cross is waiting for you," she said softly. Elena nodded and walked toward the office. The moment she pushed the door open, she stopped. Damian stood beside the floor-to-ceiling window, his back straight, his expression as cold as ice. Vivian sat casually on the edge of his desk, crossing one leg over the other with a victorious smile. It looked less li

Morning sunlight spilled through the curtains, but it brought no warmth.Elena stood on the balcony of the Marchetti Mansion, a cup of untouched coffee in her hands. The city stretched before her, alive as always, while her own world had fallen apart only a day earlier.Behind her, the balcony door slid open.Marco walked out quietly."You didn't sleep, did you?"Elena smiled faintly."I tried."Marco stood beside her."For three years, I watched you fight to save that marriage. You gave Damian everything."She lowered her eyes."It still wasn't enough.""No."Marco's voice hardened."It never would have been enough for a man who never deserved you."Silence settled between them.Finally, Marco spoke again."I've already instructed the lawyers to begin separating every business connection between the Marchetti Group and Cross Group."Elena looked at him."So soon?""The moment he threw my daughter away, he stopped being family."Across the city...Damian walked into the boardroom.Exe

news of Elena Marchetti's return spread across the business world overnight.Every major business newspaper carried the same headline."Marchetti Heiress Returns After Divorce, Takes Over as Vice President."Inside Cross Group, the article lay on Damian's desk.Vivian picked it up and scoffed."They're making her sound like some business queen."Damian continued reading."They're not praising her because of the divorce."Vivian frowned."Then why?""They're praising her because investors trust her."Vivian's smile faded.She hated hearing anyone compliment Elena.Meanwhile...Marchetti Group Headquarters.Elena entered the conference room precisely at nine.The executives were already waiting."Good morning, everyone.""Good morning, Miss Marchetti."She sat down and opened a file."Our overseas cosmetics project has been delayed for three months."The marketing director lowered his head."We're still negotiating with the supplier."Elena closed the file."No."The room became silent.

Vivian sat gracefully across from Harold Bennett in one of the city's most exclusive private clubs.Soft jazz drifted through the elegant lounge as waiters moved silently between tables.She lifted her wine glass with a warm smile."I hope you don't mind me asking for this meeting, Mr. Bennett."Harold smiled politely."Not at all. You sounded concerned."Vivian sighed softly."I am."She lowered her voice."It's about Elena Marchetti."Harold leaned back."What about her?"Vivian hesitated, pretending she didn't want to continue."I probably shouldn't say anything.""Then don't."She gave a small, helpless smile."I wish I could."She leaned forward."I just don't want you making a decision you'll regret."Harold folded his hands."Go on."Vivian nodded."You know she recently went through a very public divorce.""Yes.""And overnight she became the Vice President of a company that's still recovering."Harold remained silent.Vivian continued carefully."People admire confidence.""B

The next morning...Marchetti Group headquarters was busier than ever.Employees rushed through the lobby, preparing for the biggest investor presentation the company had hosted in years.Elena stepped out of the elevator wearing a navy-blue suit.She looked calm.Confident.No one could guess she had barely slept after the mysterious phone call.David walked beside her."Everything is ready.""The presentation?""Finished.""The financial reports?""On every seat.""The investors?""They've started arriving."Elena nodded."Good."Robert hurried toward them."We've confirmed four investment firms.""And Harold Bennett is already here."Elena smiled slightly."Let's not keep them waiting."The conference room doors opened.Five investors sat around the long table.Harold Bennett stood first."Miss Marchetti.""It's good to see you again.""Thank you for coming."She shook his hand before greeting the others.After everyone sat down, Elena connected her laptop.The first slide appeared