Boss, Your Ex-wife is Married to Your Rival의 모든 챕터: 챕터 41 - 챕터 46

Bianca couldn't shake the woman's question. She sat alone in her office long after most of the employees had gone home, staring at the phone in her hand. What do Selene's biological parents have to do with the hospital? The question had been simple — the woman's refusal to answer had made it terrifying.Bianca's thumb hovered over the contact before she pressed call again. The woman answered on the fourth ring."Why are Selene's biological parents connected to the hospital?" Bianca asked immediately.Silence."You called me about the records," Bianca continued, her voice tightening. "You said something about her parents. I need to know what you meant.""I can't discuss this with you."Bianca's jaw clenched. "You've already told me enough to make me suspicious.""I told you nothing that concerns you.""Then why mention her parents?"Another pause."Forget what I said."The call ended. Bianca stared at the screen, her reflection looking back at her from the black glass — pale, tense, ey

Zayden barely slept. The ring remained in his possession throughout breakfast, the cool metal turning slowly between his fingers whenever his thoughts became too loud. He had told himself not to make assumptions; yet, seeing Selene's wedding ring lying alone on the table that morning had unsettled him more than he wanted to admit. Maybe she had changed her mind, or maybe what he had said the night before had frightened her. He had been careful not to pressure her, but perhaps even admitting that he wanted more had been enough to make her reconsider everything—the thought sat heavily in his chest.When Selene finally walked into the dining room, Zayden looked up, watching as she smiled at him. “Good morning.”“Morning.” His response was polite—altogether too polite—and Selene noticed immediately.She slowed beside the table, studying him carefully. “What's wrong?”“Nothing.” He placed his coffee down with a measured motion.Selene pulled out the chair across from him. “You've said abou

Selene woke before her alarm. For several seconds she stared at the ceiling, still caught somewhere between sleep and memory. Then it came back: the study, Zayden’s hand against her cheek, his lips on hers, the warmth of his arm around her waist, her fingers gripping his shirt as though letting go had never been an option. Selene’s cheeks grew warm. She turned onto her side and pulled the blanket over her face. “Oh, God.” She had kissed her husband—not because of the contract, not because Rosie needed a mother, not because she was trying to forget Tristan. She had wanted to kiss him. That was the part she could no longer run from. For weeks she’d told herself that the strange flutter in her chest whenever Zayden looked at her was gratitude, that the comfort she felt around him came from finally being treated with kindness. But gratitude didn’t make her heart race when he walked into a room. Comfort didn’t make her want to stay in his arms. And it certainly didn’t make her wish tha