Lahat ng Kabanata ng Dear ex-husband, I'm now your ruthless, cocky boss's wife.: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

~~~Zendaya~~~I don’t understand why this headache had to come now, right when I was about to leave. It could have just waited till I leave and successfully reached my home. Shit!Sylvia had offered for me to stay a while longer, but I refused at first, knowing if I'd stayed longer, there's no way I wouldn’t meet Ronan. But then the pounding in my head grew sharper, strong enough that I knew I needed cold water and a short rest before I could even think about going home. In the end, I accepted.The entire time, I kept praying Ronan wouldn’t come home while I was still here. Please Lord, I know I've committed a lot of sins, I promise not to do them again, just accept this request of mine.Sylvia asked Gracie to take me upstairs to rest. I assumed it would be a guest room. Instead, Gracie led me down a quieter hallway and opened the door to a space that was clearly masculine. Dark furniture. Clean, expensive finishes. A low, subtle scent that felt heavy and controlled. The room was lar

~~~Zendaya~~~The words hit harder than they should. Heat floods my face all over again, and for a second I forget how to respond. Mrs. Wilder. He said it so casually, like it was already decided, like the title already belonged to me.My heart stutters in my chest.This man is completely out of his mind.I open my mouth, close it again, then finally manage to look away, ears burning. I can still feel his gaze on me, heavy and unwavering, and the worst part is that a small, traitorous part of me doesn’t hate the sound of those two words as much as I should.I finally find my voice again and look straight at him.“Excuse me, sir. I’m Miss Zendaya Patel. Not… Zendaya Wilder. I’m not married to you.”Ronan doesn’t even blink. That same calm, self-assured expression stays on his face as he answers,“But you will be soon enough. So what’s the big deal in answering to my surname now… when you’re eventually going to be my wife and the mother of my children?”My mouth falls open slightly. The

~~~Zendaya~~~The drive home is quiet.Neither of us says much. The earlier tension from the room still lingers between us, making the silence feel heavier than it should. I keep my eyes on the window the entire time, arms loosely crossed, while Ronan drives with the same calm composure he always has. Every now and then I can feel his glance on me, but he doesn’t speak.When the car finally slows to a stop in front of Nadia’s house, I reach for the door almost immediately.Before I can open it, his voice stops me.“Goodnight… Mrs. Wilder.”My head snaps toward him, heat rushing straight to my face. His lips are curved into a wide grin. For a second I just stare, caught completely off guard all over again. Then I quickly push the door open, step out, and shut it behind me without another word, practically escaping into the house before he can say anything else.Holy freakin christ. I won't let this man be the death of me.I step inside and quietly close the door behind me.Nadia is sta

~~~Zendaya~~~For a few seconds, I don’t answer.My mind drifts, almost unwillingly, to the moments I’ve spent around Ronan. The way he pulled me out of the fire. The way he carried me when I couldn’t walk. The strange but steady way he looks at me, like he’s already decided I matter. He has power. Influence. Connections that could crush whatever game Nash is playing. If anyone could force Zander Ashford to take this case… it would be him.He’d be a great help.The thought settles for only a moment before I snap out of it.“No.” My voice is firm as I look at Nadia. “I’m not going to marry him. We’ll find another way out of this.”Nadia stares at me like she can’t believe what she just heard. Then frustration flashes across her face.“Are you serious right now?” she snaps. “After everything that lawyer just told us? Nash is trying to destroy you, Zen. He’s lying, fabricating crimes, and trying to strip us of everything Dad left us — and you’re still standing here talking about ‘finding

~~~Nash~~~I don’t know why my chest feels this tight.The papers sit on the desk in front of me, already signed. Her signature is neat, steady, almost elegant. No hesitation. No tremor. Not even a single blot of ink to show she paused. Zendaya looked me straight in the eye when she put the pen down and there was nothing there. No pain. No regret. Just… quiet.This is what I wanted. This is what I’ve always wanted.I never truly loved her. The person I want, the person I’ve always wanted is Piper. Even after she left me for that rich bastard years ago, even after she broke every promise we made as kids, I’m still ready to take her back. She’s my childhood sweetheart. She’s the one who knows the real me. She’s the one I love.So why does it feel like someone reached into my ribs and scooped everything out?The emptiness has been sitting in my gut ever since she signed those papers. It doesn’t make sense. Everything seems boring without her presence. I keep telling myself I’m just bei