Alle Kapitel von Dear ex-husband, I'm now your ruthless, cocky boss's wife.: Kapitel 41 – Kapitel 50

~~~Nash~~~My heart is still pounding against my ribs as I stand there, one hand already on the door.Three hundred thousand.The number keeps echoing in my head like a sentence. Color still hasn’t fully returned to my face. My throat is dry. I can feel Ronan’s disgust burning into my back even without looking at him.I shouldn’t have stopped.I shouldn’t have opened my mouth again.But the question has been rotting inside me ever since Zendaya walked into this building with that black card and told me to ask Ronan who she is to him. It won’t leave me alone.I force myself to turn back around.My voice comes out careful. Too careful.“Mr. Wilder… if I may ask… what is your relationship with Zendaya?”The second the words leave me, regret crashes in hard. My palms start to sweat. I keep my eyes lowered just enough to look respectful, but I can already feel the temperature in the room drop even further.I wait, terrified of the answer.Ronan’s eyes darken instantly.The shift is so sudd

~~~Zendaya~~~My heart is fucking exploding right now, like it’s gonna burst out of my chest and do cartwheels in the back seat. Oh my fucking goodness, Adrian Cole was right. Zander Ashford didn’t just take the case, I know he'll fucking crush it. Zander Ashford is the realest, most talented, most god-tier lawyer on the planet. The way he prepared everything so quickly and is wiling to help me and now… now he’s actually getting me my dad’s assets back. I can feel it in my bones, this stupid, massive grin splitting my face so wide my cheeks hurt. I’m almost bouncing in the seat, legs kicking like I’m a kid again. Finally. All of it. The house, the money, every single fucking thing that was supposed to be mine. Dad’s dream. I’m gonna make it real. And he’ll be up there laughing his ass off, I just know it. Proud as hell of his girl. My eyes flick to the passenger seat. Ronan. I owe him everything. I know I've rejected him before but he still helps me and he showed up. And yeah… ma

~~~Zendaya~~~Everyone’s attention snaps straight to the door like somebody flipped a switch. There they stood. Lawyer Zander and Lawyer Adrian, shoulders squared, eyes cold as winter steel. They stepped inside together, no hurry, no drama, just quiet authority rolling off them in waves. The whole room feels smaller, like the air got thicker with power.They walk right up to Nash and Piper, stop a foot away, and speak at the same time, voices flat and final.“Everything that belongs to Miss Zendaya will be returned to her today, Mr. Nash Roth.”Piper’s face drains first, color bleeding out like someone pulled a plug. Her mouth falls open, eyes bulging with pure terror. Nash’s face does the same, white as paper, jaw slack, chest heaving like he can’t even breathe right.He starts stammering, words tripping over each other, voice cracking high. “Wh—what are you saying? This is my house! And who the fuck are you two?!”Zander’s face stays carved out of stone, no smile, no flicker. He j

~~~Piper~~~Fucking hell. Fucking hell.This is not how it was supposed to go.I'm standing on the pavement outside a house that was mine three hours ago, watching cops toss my Louis Vuitton luggage onto the grass like it's garbage, and I want to scream until my throat bleeds. This isn't my life. This was never supposed to be my life.When I married Nash, I pictured silk sheets. Private jets. Waking up whenever I damn well pleased in a mansion with my name on the deed, sipping champagne on a balcony while the world watched Zendaya rot somewhere far, far beneath me. That was the plan. That was always the plan.Not this. Never this.How the fuck did she get lawyers like that? Zander Ashford doesn't take just anyone's case, everyone knows that. He's the guy corporations fly across the country for, the guy politicians beg to represent them. And somehow that pathetic, broke, nothing little woman managed to land him? No. No, something's wrong here. Someone helped her. Someone with real mone

~~~Zendaya~~~ My thumb hovers over his contact for a solid ten seconds before I actually press call. God, why is my heart pounding like I just ran up ten flights of stairs? It's just a phone call. It's just Ronan. Just Ronan. Right. Sure. I press the phone to my ear, and with every ring my pulse just climbs higher, thudding against my throat like it's trying to escape. One ring. Two. My palm's actually sweating around the phone, and I have to switch it to the other hand, wiping my palm on my jeans like a nervous teenager about to ask someone to prom. Then the line clicks. "Ohh…" His voice comes through low and rough, all gravel and amusement, curling straight down my spine. "Mrs. Wilder finally found time to call me." My whole face goes up in flames. Instantly. Like someone lit a match under my skin. Mrs. Wilder. God, why does it sound so different when he says it now softer somehow, warmer, like it actually means something instead of just being one of his usual jabs. I clear m