Alle Kapitel von Dear Ex-Husband, The Quadruplets Are Mine: Kapitel 51 – Kapitel 60

Author's POV Darbie stood in front of the mirror for several minutes, staring at the reflection of a woman who looked nothing like the one who had been pacing around her room earlier after she had been humiliated by Maverick, especially in front of those workers. The disappointment was still there, sitting heavily in her eyes and pulling at the corners of her lips, but she refused to let Khalid see any of it. She had already spent too much time allowing him to make her feel unwanted, and she would not walk into his office looking defeated. If anything, she wanted him to see that she was still confident, still beautiful, and still very much in control.She lifted her chin and slowly wiped the disappointed expression from her face. She forced the tension from her brows and replaced it with a soft smile. Then she smiled again, this time wider, until the reflection in the mirror looked almost convincing.“There,” she whispered to herself. “That is better.”She reached for her handbag an

Patricia's POV I pushed my chair back and stood, gathering the documents in front of me into one neat pile before looking at Maverick.“You should go back to your office and continue with your work,” I said. “We are still busy here, and I have a lot to finish.”Maverick did not answer me. He simply looked at me.I waited for him to say something, but instead, he turned his attention to Jimmy. “Can we have lunch together?”I frowned slightly.Why was he asking Jimmy?Jimmy looked at me, almost as if he was waiting for my approval. I gave him a small nod, and he immediately turned back to Maverick.“No problem. We can have lunch together.”I looked between the two of them. “Then you can go ahead.”Jimmy raised an eyebrow. “What about you?”“I just got here,” I replied. “I am not leaving immediately. I need to finish today’s work first. I will eat later.”Jimmy shook his head. “We will do that later after an hour.”I opened my mouth to argue, but before I could say anything, another tho

Patricia's POV I did not know what answer I was expecting from Maverick, but I knew I was waiting for one. He had been the one who brought up my children, the one who had looked me in the eyes and asked questions that I had spent so long trying to avoid. Yet now that I had finally challenged him, he sat there in silence.Nothing. Not a single word.I stared at him, waiting for him to explain himself, but he only looked at me.“So you cannot say anything now?” I asked.He remained quiet.I felt my chest tighten. “You cannot utter a word now?”Still nothing.“Why did you stop talking?”Maverick's eyes moved away from mine. That only made my anger worse.“You were talking a minute ago. You had so many things to say, and now you suddenly have nothing to say?”He opened his mouth, but no words came out.I laughed bitterly. “Do you still believe I stole information from you? Do you still believe I was trying to ruin your business?”His face changed. I could see the pain in his expression,

Patricia's POV By the time I got back to the office, I felt as though I had been running from one conversation to another all day. The moment the elevator doors opened, I stepped out and walked straight toward our office without looking behind me. I did not want to give myself another opportunity to think about Maverick, his questions, or the way his words had unsettled me.I opened the door, walked inside, and shut it firmly behind me.I stood there for a moment, taking a deep breath before walking back to my desk. I did not hear a knock, and I did not care whether anyone wanted to come in. I had work to finish.I sat down and pulled the documents toward me.The next day's assessment was the most important thing on my mind now. We had to evaluate the employees properly and decide who would be capable of working alongside the team from San Francisco. I went through every name again, checking their experience, their skills, their previous projects, and the areas where they might need

Author's POV Darbie froze outside her bedroom door, her fingers tightening around the object she had grabbed from the living room. Her heart was beating so violently that she could almost hear it in her ears, but she refused to let fear take control of her. Whoever was inside her apartment had entered without her permission, and that alone was enough to make anger rise above her fear.She took another cautious step toward the bedroom.“Who is there?” she yelled.Her voice echoed through the apartment, sharp and demanding. She waited for an answer, but none came immediately. Instead, there was a faint rustling sound from inside the room, followed by the slow movement of footsteps.Darbie raised the object in her hand, ready to defend herself if necessary.Then someone stepped out of her bedroom.Darbie’s breath caught.It was a woman.She looked nothing like someone who had come to rob an apartment. She was beautifully dressed, composed, and carried herself with the kind of confidence