Todos os capítulos de My Straight-Laced Ex Won't Let Me Go: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Ian woke with a start when Zoe shoved him away. He rubbed his temples, his eyes gradually clearing, but didn't look at her. Instead, he picked up the tablet beside him and went straight back to reviewing the financial reports piling up in his inbox.An oppressive silence settled over the car.Neither of them spoke another word, even after they returned to the cold, lifeless house they shared.Zoe wasn't ready for bed. She went straight to her study, opened her laptop, and began editing some photographs she'd taken but hadn't gotten around to publishing.She'd barely settled in when Ian followed her inside. Without asking, he closed her laptop and scooped her into his arms."It's late. Time for bed."Zoe was exhausted, and she was tired of fighting with him. Rather than argue, she simply let him carry her back to their bedroom.The next morning, she woke up and reached for her phone, scrolling through the news out of habit.One trending headline immediately caught her eye.[Rising Photo

Ian shot Daniel a cold look, instantly silencing his assistant. Daniel lowered his head, not daring to say another word.After handing the tablet back to him, Ian picked up Zoe's phone and held it out to her."Use your account to repost the plagiarism accusations. Make it clear that you have nothing to do with this and that all the photographs in Yvonne's exhibition are her original work."Zoe stared at him in disbelief. "And why the hell should I?""Because I don't want this controversy getting any bigger and causing Yvonne more trouble." His voice was cold and firm. "Do it. Now.""No!"Ian's expression darkened as he realized she had no intention of cooperating. Rather than argue further, he turned to Helen, who was standing nearby."Take Mrs. Grant to the confinement room. She can come out when she's ready to post that statement."The confinement room.Zoe felt as though she'd been struck by lightning, every drop of blood in her body turning to ice.Darkness was her greatest fear.W

Ian's expression remained unchanged. "Let her do whatever she wants."He ended the call and once again motioned for the meeting to continue.Almost immediately, his phone rang for a third time.This time, it was Yvonne. Her voice trembled with tears."Ian, Zoe just posted something online confirming the plagiarism accusations! Now even more people are attacking me! What am I supposed to do?""What did she post?" Ian asked calmly. "Stop crying for a moment. Let me take a look. Whatever she's posted, I'll take care of it."He hung up and opened the social media app. Sure enough, Zoe had just published a new post.But it wasn't the statement he'd ordered her to make. Instead of clearing Yvonne's name, she'd shared the plagiarism accusations and added a single sentence that confirmed Yvonne had stolen her work.[@YvonneSullivan Congratulations to the thief who stole my photographs! You're officially famous!]Ian stared at the post, his eyes darkening.He'd expected Zoe to refuse to coopera

He paused, as though searching for a reasonable explanation for his sudden instructions, before adding, "It's the least I can do... as her ex-husband. One final responsibility."But the deep furrow between his brows and the lingering darkness in his eyes betrayed just how unsettled he was.After dealing with the urgent business that had piled up, Ian found himself telling Thomas to drive him back to the mansion where he'd once lived with Zoe.He couldn't quite explain why.The house, once so elegant and luxurious, had been reduced to a blackened shell. Charred walls stood amid the wreckage, and the smell of smoke still hung in the air.Ian stood alone among the ruins, his shadow stretching across the scorched ground in the fading evening sunlight. He had never looked quite so lonely.The servants watched him from a distance, none daring to approach. Eventually, Helen summoned the courage to hurry over, carrying something in trembling hands."Mr. Grant... while we were clearing the debr

With that, Zoe turned away from him and casually slipped her arm through that of the most handsome model, Lukas Adler, standing beside her. As though Ian weren't even there, she resumed their discussion about composition and lighting, pointing toward the distant glaciers and chatting with an easy familiarity.Ian stood frozen, watching her slender figure and the hand resting so comfortably in another man's arm.The words "When you're done having your fun, come home with me" were already on the tip of his tongue, but he forced them back, swallowing the bitterness that came with them.For the first time, he understood what it felt like to be completely ignored, to find himself shut out of Zoe's world as though he no longer had any place in it.That evening, Daniel informed Ian that Zoe was staying at a small, charming family-run inn overlooking a lake.Ian managed to find out her room number and stationed himself outside her door, waiting from early evening until the inn had fallen quiet