All Chapters of Obsessing Over My Ex-wife : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Vincent’s POV“Oh my goodness, finally.” The words slipped out of my mouth before I could stop them.Today’s board meeting had been painfully long, and I had suddenly just become so uncomfortable sitting there and watching everyone contemplate everything and just basically going back and forth about the whole issue.And today was one of those days I wasn’t in the mood, so I just sat back in my chair, only adding some points every once in a while.My eyes met Jolene’s; she looked just as tired.I picked up my tab and began making my way out of the office.Afternoon meetings were the worst for me, but today it was just inevitable; the matter had been dragged on for too long, and Jolene had to stand on it today to make sure that we dealt with it once and for all, despite the fact that she had already been through a lot of stress today alone.Anyways, I made my way out of the boardroom and headed straight for my office.The moment I stepped in, I loosened the tie around my neck and hung m

Brian's POVThe call didn't disconnect immediately.I just stood there, staring at my phone long after the flowers had turned to ash on her desk, long after she had looked back into the camera with that calm, unbothered face of hers.She hadn't even blinked."Have a nice day, Mr. Whitmore." That was the last thing she said before she ended the call herself, leaving me staring at a black screen like a fool.I lowered the phone slowly, my jaw tight.I don't know why I expected anything different from her. I don't know why some stupid part of me actually thought a bunch of flowers would soften her up, even a little.I dropped my phone on the table and rubbed my face with both hands, letting out a long breath."She really burnt them," I muttered to myself, still finding it hard to believe what I had just watched happen with my own eyes.Emma knocked on my door a few seconds later, holding a stack of files against her chest. "Sir, the board wants an update on—""Not now, Emma."She paused

Sophia's POVI stared at my phone long after Brian's call ended, my hands still slightly shaky from the way he had questioned me.He hadn't accused me of anything directly, but I knew that tone. I knew Brian well enough to know when he was pulling on a thread, waiting to see what unraveled. He had that same calm, measured voice he used whenever he already suspected something and wanted to see how far I'd dig myself before I slipped.Margaret had called me minutes after he hung up on her, her voice cold through the phone."He knows we met," she'd said. "I don't know how much he knows, but he's asking questions.""So what?" I had snapped back. "We had lunch. That's not a crime.""You don't understand my son. Once he starts pulling a thread, he doesn't stop until the whole thing unravels."I hadn't wanted to admit she was right, but she was. I had lived under that man's roof long enough to know exactly how his mind worked. He forgave things slowly, but he never forgot anything, and once

Jolene's POVI found Dad in his study, a glass of scotch by his elbow and a stack of papers in front of him that he wasn't really reading. He looked up when I stepped in, and something in his expression shifted the moment he saw my face."Jolene." He set his pen down slowly. "Is something wrong?""You tell me." I crossed my arms and leaned against the doorframe. "What did you say to Isaac that day he came here?"Dad's expression didn't change much, but I caught the slight pause before he answered, the kind of pause that told me he already knew exactly what I was talking about."We just talked.""Dad."He sighed, leaning back in his chair. "Sit down, Jolene.""I'd rather stand."He studied me for a moment, then nodded slowly, like he'd decided arguing about where I sat wasn't worth the energy."Fine. I told him that if he ever made you cry, I wouldn't hesitate to ruin his life."I stared at him. "You threatened him?""I warned him," he corrected, his tone even. "There's a difference."

Jolene's POVI saw Brian's text in the morning.It came through late the night before, and I hadn't bothered opening it until I was sitting in the back of the car on my way to the office, scrolling through notifications I'd ignored while getting Jason ready for the day.My mother and Sophia met privately before the summit. I don't know what they're planning, but I don't trust it. Watch your back.I read it twice, then a third time, trying to decide whether this was another one of his games or something real.Brian Whitmore didn't warn people out of the goodness of his heart. Not the man I'd been married to for three years, and definitely not the man who'd been chasing a partnership from me for the past several months either.Still, something about the wording bothered me. It wasn't dramatic. It wasn't trying to win me over. It read exactly like what it claimed to be, a warning, nothing more."Everything alright, ma'am?" Jude asked from the front seat, catching my expression in the mir