Todos los capítulos de Too Late Ex-Husband, I am Already Married To Your Uncle : Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 49

Junia’s POV)*"Who even allowed you in here?" I spat, my voice laced with venom as I stared at the man sitting so comfortably in my private sanctuary.Damon didn't flinch. Instead, he slowly lowered his legs from the glass coffee table and looked up at me, his eyes overflowing with a performative, sickening display of sympathy. "Junia... please, don't chase me out just yet.""Get up," I demanded, taking a step closer to my desk, my knuckles turning white as I clenched my fists at my sides. "You have five seconds to remove yourself from my chair before I have security throw you out into the street.""I came to see you because I missed you so much," he said, his voice dropping into that soft, manipulative cadence he used to use whenever he wanted something from me. He stood up, smoothing down the front of his tailored jacket, taking an unwelcome step into my personal space. "Junia, I really did. I miss you every single second of the day.""Missed me?" I let out a harsh, bitter laugh, re

As I approached the massive mahogany doors of Lucas's office, I noticed the glass walls were clear. Sitting gracefully in one of the leather guest chairs facing his grand desk was Ann.I felt a sharp migraine building behind my eyes. *Honestly, it feels like every woman who exists solely to make my life miserable is named Ann or Maya.*I knocked lightly on the doorframe and stepped inside, taking the vacant leather chair directly beside her. We both sat side by side, facing Lucas across his desk. His right arm was still neatly bandaged and resting against his lap, while his sharp, piercing dark eyes locked onto mine the moment I sat down."What took you so long?" he asked smoothly, his voice calm, yet carrying an underlying weight.Before I could even formulate a diplomatic response—because there was absolutely no way I was going to announce in front of a third party that my trashy ex-fiancé had been kneeling on my office floor—Ann suddenly turned her head toward Lucas."Mrs. Junia wa

Junia’s POV)* The executive boardroom was suffocatingly quiet, the sharp glare of the morning sunlight cutting through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows as the senior department heads settled into their leather chairs. Today was the official pitch day—the moment where Lucas would evaluate both proposals and officially appoint his primary lead partner for the international expansion project. I sat at the far end of the long mahogany conference table, resting my hands neatly over the pristine black leather folder containing my hard work. My heart was pounding a steady, rhythmic beat against my ribs, but it wasn't out of fear. It was out of an intense, unyielding confidence. I knew the operational metrics, the localized supply chain logistics, and the market entry strategies inside and out. I had practically built this exact model years ago, and I knew without a shadow of a doubt that my strategy was flawless. Across the room, Jennifer Annabelle sat with her spine rigid, smoothing dow

Lucas’s POV)* In the early morning, Junia had come into my master bedroom. She hadn't said much—just stepped softly across the hardwood floor, reached up with her cool, delicate fingers, and helped me adjust the silk necktie around my collar. In her subtle rush to gather her handbag and head down to the executive floor before the rest of the staff arrived, she had accidentally left her black leather file resting flat on the edge of my king-sized bed. Curiosity had gotten the absolute best of me the moment the heavy bedroom door clicked shut behind her. I leaned over, pulled the folder into my lap, and popped open the metal latch. I hadn't intended to read the whole thing, but from the very first paragraph, I was completely hooked. Her operational framework was brilliant. The precision of her supply chain logistics, the localized market entry models, the precise percentage allocations for rural distribution—it was nothing short of exceptional. So, hours later, when I sat at the