All Chapters of Obsessing Over My Ex-Wife: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Brian's POVI waited until the house was quiet that night. Sophia had just arrived from her photoshoot which she took forever to finish. She had locked herself in her room right after I confronted about it. And again, that post she made about Jolene.Tiffany was out with her friends. Which left my mother, alone in the small sitting room off the hallway, reading a magazine like nothing had happened.I closed the door behind me and stayed standing."We're not done," I said.She turned a page. "I thought we were.""You told me you overheard me on the phone with Jimmy. Weeks ago." I kept my voice low. "I want you to tell me that again."Now she looked up. "Why would I need to repeat myself?""Because it isn't true.""Brian, I'm tired." She set the magazine on her lap. "It has been a long day, and you've spent most of it shouting at two women in this house.""I didn't shout.""You certainly didn't speak kindly."I almost laughed. That was how she did it. She never argued the point. She jus

Tiffany's POVI only went to Priya's engagement dinner because my mother said it would be good for my image, whatever that meant these days. Half the guests were people I barely knew, business kids like me, dressed up and bored, checking their phones between courses.I sat at the end of the table nursing a glass of wine I didn't actually want, half listening to a conversation about someone's yacht, when a waiter came around refilling water glasses."Excuse me," he said, reaching past my shoulder."You're fine." I glanced up, and something about him made me actually look twice.He wasn't dressed like the guests, obviously, black shirt, apron, a tray balanced on one hand. But there was something steady about him, unbothered, like he wasn't the least bit interested in impressing anyone at this table, which was rare in a room full of people who spent their whole lives trying to impress each other."You look like you'd rather be anywhere else," he said, moving to the next glass.I blinked.

Jolene's POVThe shift started small, a single post from a business journalist I vaguely remembered interviewing with once, years ago, back when I still went by a different name and worked a quiet position at a firm nobody important paid attention to.Lily brought it to me first thing, practically buzzing, her tablet already turned my way before she had fully crossed the threshold of my office."It's spreading fast," she said. "Someone dug up an old recording. A financial panel you sat on years ago."I remembered it vaguely, a small industry event, a handful of analysts discussing market shifts, myself included, though at the time nobody in that room had any idea I was anything more than a mid-level associate with sharp opinions and no last name worth remembering.I watched the clip Lily pulled up, my own younger face on screen, calmly dismantling another panelist's argument about emerging markets, using numbers I still remembered pulling together myself late one night after everyone

Vincent's POVI had gotten used to finding reasons to end up near Lily's desk, which was how I found myself leaning against the doorframe of her small office a little after six, long after most of the floor had emptied out for the day."You're still here," I said.She looked up from her screen, a little startled. "So are you.""I have an excuse. I own part of the building." I stepped inside, glancing at the pile of files on her desk. "What's your excuse?""Jolene asked me to double check the appointment schedule for next week. Make sure nothing overlaps with the follow-up press requests." She rubbed her eyes. "I got distracted somewhere around hour three.""Distracted by what?""Everything." She gestured vaguely at her screen, three different tabs open, none of them clearly related to appointments. "Trying to find out whether the manipulation rumor is actually dying down or just going quiet for now.""You carry a lot for someone whose job title just says assistant.""Somebody has to k

Brian's POVI was reviewing contracts when my phone rang. Jimmy's name was on the screen. I picked up on the second ring."You've been quiet," he said, no greeting."I've had a lot going on.""Clearly. You never told me what happened with your mother after I warned you she sounded worse than usual on the phone last time.""I confronted her. Her and Sophia both." I put the contract down."Sophia admitted she wrote that rumor about Jolene online. And my mother claimed she's the one who told her to do it."There was a pause on the other end. "You're serious.""Dead serious.""Why would your mother want to hurt Jolene's reputation? I thought she was playing nice lately, doing the whole apology tour thing.""That's the part I can't quite figure out. She says it's about protecting the family, protecting the partnership. But something doesn't add up. She let something slip during the fight. She mentioned the Silverline thing, the money Jolene secretly used to bail out the company. I never to