All Chapters of Oops! My Ex-Wife Is Now My Boss: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Chapter TwoEleanor's POVI leaped around the house in pain, trying my best to ignore the sharp pain shooting through my ankle every time I placed my foot on the floor. I had been waiting for Adrian since morning after everything that happened yesterday, but he was yet to arrive. I had just finished making breakfast for the both of us, and even though I had spent most of the time wondering if he would actually come home, I still tried to shrug off everything he had said to me. The whole divorce issue that has happened yesterday. The scene of him walking away after I fell down kept replaying in my head, but I tried not to let it get to me. Everything that had happened yesterday was just a misunderstanding. At least, that was what I chose to believe.I met Adrian Sterling a few years ago when I started working at Sterling Enterprises. I had joined the company as a junior employee with nothing but a determination to prove myself, and I never imagined that the cold, intimidating CEO ev

Chapter FourEleanor's POVI had been in the hospital for three days, and throughout those three days, my phone had remained painfully silent. Adrian didn't call and he didn't also send a text.I had told myself I wasn't surprised. I had spent the past few days trying to convince myself that I no longer expected anything from him. Still, every time my phone screen lit up, some foolish part of me looked at it with the hope that his name would finally appear.Ryan pulled up in front of the house and parked. I stared through the windshield for a few seconds, my fingers resting loosely on the strap of my handbag.I started at the house for a while."Are you sure you don't want me to follow you in?" Ryan asked as he turned off the engine.I looked at him and forced a small smile."It's fine. You can come and pick me up later in the evening. I should be done with everything by then."Ryan didn't look convinced. His eyes moved briefly toward the house before returning to me."Don't pick a fi

Chapter Six.Eleanor's POV. I was still staring at Julian, trying to understand what he was doing in my room, when he continued talking breaking the awkward silence. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.""I scoffed, although I couldn't deny that his sudden appearance had caught me completely off guard. “I’m just surprised that you have the audacity to walk into my room. Especially after the way we had ended things." I had no idea that he was even at home. I thought he moved out already?His lips curved into a lazy smile as he leaned against the door, looking far too comfortable for someone who had just invaded my personal space. “You’re still holding on to that? I thought eight years would have been enough time for you to forgive me.”“Forgive you?” I repeated incredulously. “Julian, you ruined my prom, embarrassed me in front of practically everyone at school, and spent years finding new ways to make my life miserable. I don't think eight years is enough time to forget all of that.

Chapter EightEleanor's POVI knew Stacy well enough to know exactly what she was going to do the moment Julian walked to where I was.She would find a way to tell him everything, twisting the situation until I looked like the unreasonable one while conveniently leaving out every part she had played in it. She had always been good at that.My jaw tightened at the thought.This was the woman who had made my life a living hell, the woman whose lies had helped destroy my marriage and whose actions had pushed me into a situation that eventually cost me my baby. Whether she had intended for things to go that far or not, I could never look at her without remembering everything I had lost.I couldn't stand there and give her another opportunity to get into my head.The moment I spotted Julian approaching, I turned and walked straight toward him, slipping my arm through his before he could even ask what I was doing."Let's go, Julian. The owner must have been waiting for us already." I gave

Chapter TenAdrian's POVI slowly gulped down the last of the drink in the bottle, letting the warmth of the alcohol burn down my throat. It did nothing to ease the heaviness in my chest. If anything, the silence that followed made everything worse.It had only been a few days since Eleanor signed the divorce papers. A few days since she walked out of my life. It was what I had wanted, wasn't it?I had spent months convincing myself that I no longer loved her, that whatever we had between us had already died long before either of us had the courage to admit it. I had wanted the divorce. I had been the one who allowed everything to get to that point.The house felt empty and there was nothing to anticipate for anymore. So why did the thought of her leaving hurt this much?I reached for the bottle again, only to realize it was empty.My eyes settled on my phone lying on the table. I had called her more times than I cared to admit, even though I knew she probably wouldn't answer. Every