All Chapters of After Divorce, My Boss Made Me His Obsession : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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Chapter 1: Unwanted Housewife

Aurelia’s POVFriday will mark seven years of my marriage to Grant Ashford. Seven years of holding a home together with my bare hands. Seven years of reminding myself that love was supposed to feel worth it. I wanted that day to be beautiful, perfect for him and for Oliver, our five-year-old son.I folded the last shirt, smoothing out the faintest crease before hanging it neatly in the closet. My feet ached, but there was no pause, no room for rest. I moved straight to the kitchen, tying my apron tighter.Grant doesn't like frozen meals or anything that hints of convenience. Everything had to be fresh, steaming from the pot, plated with care. My eyes flicked nervously to the clock on the wall as I chopped, stirred, wiped and repeated. Then came the sound of tires crunching against the driveway.I wiped my hands on a towel and hurried to the sitting room. The door swung open and Grant stepped inside with Oliver at his side. My smile lifted automatically, my arms half-open for an embr

Chapter 2: A Kind Stranger

Aurelia's POV The cab smelled faintly of gasoline and worn leather. I clutched the few crumpled bills in my hand as though they were my lifeline. When it stopped in front of the perfume boutique, I stepped out. Sometimes when I'm overwhelmed I come to this store.Inside, the cool air was laced with notes of jasmine, sandalwood, and bergamot. My gaze went straight to the signature perfume shelf, the one crowned with crystal bottles.There it was. Our perfume, magical.The fragrance my best friend, Cassia and I had built while learning under the world's most celebrated Perfumer, Mr. Knightley.We poured sleepless nights and endless tests into it, until the blend sang. I could still smell the memory: citrusy top notes dissolving into a velvet heart of rose, darkened by the haunting trail of amber and musk. We’d presented it to Mr. Knightley with trembling hands. I had braced myself for him to steal it, as so many men in power did. But instead, he offered us praise, protection, and som

Chapter 3: Choosing Myself

Aurelia's POV The bar gates slid open with a groan as I pressed the button. My chest tightened with each step toward the house. The moment I opened the front door, a sound pierced me, Oliver’s sobs. My pulse quickened, legs moving before I could even think. I found him crouched behind the couch, his little hands sticky, his face stained with chocolate and crumbs, surrounded by what looked like half-destroyed cakes. His hiccupping cries rattled straight through my chest. “Baby,” I whispered, rushing to him. I ran to the dining area and grabbed a towel and knelt. “Are you okay, Oliver?” My hands trembled as I wiped frosting from his cheeks. Then Grant’s voice thundered behind me. “Where have you been? How can a mother leave her son unattended? Now look at what you’ve caused!” His voice cracked like a whip. I froze for a moment, but then Julien’s words, that stranger’s steady encouragement, rose in my mind like a shield. I straightened slowly, turning to face Grant. “Is he not y

Chapter 4: The Poison He Fed Me

Aurelia’s POVThe following morning, Cassia lent me a pressed blouse and tailored skirt from her wardrobe. It felt strange yet empowering to step out in clothes that actually fit and flattered me. For the first time in years, I didn’t look like the worn-down version of myself I had been forced to become.We arrived at Emerald Headquarters, the glass façade towering above like a symbol of everything new. My heart pounded as I tilted my head back to read the silver letters gleaming against the building, Emerald. Cassia gave my hand a squeeze before we parted ways, her office on the middle floor while I made my way to the top for the interview.The waiting area was quiet but tense. Two other candidates sat there, young, confident, perfectly put together. Their polished looks almost made my knees give way, but I straightened my shoulders. I’d survived worse than this, I could face a panel of strangers.When my name was finally called, I walked into the office, expecting the Mr. Knightle

Chapter 5: Scents Of Tension

Aurelia’s POVThe moment Selene saw me, she froze like a thief caught in daylight. But Grant didn’t even flinch. He only reached for his trousers, shameless, as though I had merely interrupted him tying his shoelaces.“You’re back?” His tone was cold. “Well, you left me for days. What did you expect me to do?”My body trembled. Even now, with Selene naked and panting in our bed, he dared to twist the blame onto me.Without a word, I stormed into the hallway and grabbed the fire extinguisher mounted on the wall. Rage guided my hands as I pressed down hard. A hiss filled the room, white foam spraying over their bodies.They shrieked and flailed, but I didn’t stay to watch. Before they could gather themselves, I was gone, out of that suffocating house. I didn’t need proof anymore. I knew he had done it. I knew what he had fed me.Back at the hospital, I apologized to the doctor for leaving so abruptly. He only shook his head, reminding me again that my body would heal as long as I stoppe

Chapter 6: The Scent Of Him

Aurelia’s POVI turned to leave, but Julien caught my hand. The moment his fingers wrapped around mine, the air shifted, charged and dangerous. He pulled me back, his breath grazing my cheek before his lips crashed into mine.The kiss was wild and hungry, the kind that made the world tilt and logic dissolve. I melted against him like I’d been waiting for this all my life. He lifted me effortlessly, setting me on the table without breaking the kiss.His hands moved with a slow, deliberate confidence, unbuttoning my shirt one clasp at a time, his gaze dark and unreadable. The cool air met my skin, and I shivered as his mouth trailed down the column of my neck, then lower, until he got between my legs.“Julien…” My breath hitched, the sound slipping from me before I could stop it.He answered with a low groan, his hand sliding up to cup my breast, thumb brushing across my nipple. His other hand wandered down, parting my thighs as his head dipped between them. A sound I didn’t recognize a

Chapter 7: Saving Breath

Aurelia’s POVAfter work, Julien called me to his office. I smoothed my skirt before entering, forcing my breath to stay even.“How are you settling in?” he asked, leaning back in his chair with that unreadable expression that made him impossible to figure out.“Good,” I said with a smile that didn’t quite reach my eyes.“Please, sit.”I lowered myself into the chair opposite him, hands clasped tightly in my lap. The silence between us stretched.He looked at me the way someone studies a painting: not just seeing, but observing. My gaze betrayed me, sliding down the curve of his jaw, the veins running along his forearm, the faint shadow of stubble. My mind betrayed me worse, flashing images from that dream I’d sworn to forget.“Aurelia?” His voice snapped me back to the present.I blinked rapidly. “Sorry, I… I was just…”“Are you okay?” he asked softly.“Yes, Sir,” I replied, trying to sound composed. My pulse, however, had other plans.He leaned forward slightly, elbows resting on hi

Chapter 8: What’s A Woman’s Use?

Grant’s POVAfter drinking the whole night with Selene, we stumbled back home, reeking of whiskey and cigarettes. We made love like reckless teenagers, wild, sloppy, desperate for something that wasn’t real.“You know,” I mumbled against her neck, my words thick with alcohol, “I love the way you handle me. My wife just lies there like a log of wood.”Selene laughed, soft and cruel all at once. “That’s because I’m not your wife, baby. I’m not as old and tired as she is.”“I know,” I slurred, sinking into the bed and the warmth beside me.***“Daddy! Daddy!” Oliver’s voice echoed through the doorway, slicing through the haze the next morning.I groaned, cracking one eye open. The sunlight stabbed through the blinds, too bright, too honest. My head pounded as I blinked at my son standing there, hair messy, schoolbag slung over one shoulder.“What is it?” I rasped, rubbing my temples.“I’m late for school… and I’m hungry,” he said, his little voice uncertain.Hungry. The word hit me like

Chapter 9: The Edge Of Almost

Aurelia’s POVThat night, my dream picked up exactly where it had stopped, Julien and I, tangled in the dim storeroom, the air heavy with the scent of him and forbidden want.His lips found mine again, and I melted into him like I’d been waiting a lifetime for this moment. His hands were rough, deliberate, worshipful. When he trailed kisses down my neck, my breath hitched, when his mouth reached between my thighs, I forgot what shame was.My fingers found his belt, trembling as I unbuckled it. His breath grew heavier, our hunger almost painful now. When I touched him, his dick was hot, hard, real, I gasped at the heat and the need for it. Shedding his jacket, he kissed me, as he slid his length into me, I moaned his name like a prayer I wasn’t supposed to say.It was desperate. Hungry. Sinful. And so real… A tap on my shoulder. Then another. My eyes flew open.Cassia stood there, bowl of hangover soup in her hand, a teasing smile curling on her lips.“Did I interrupt something?” sh

Chapter 10: The Line He Crossed Gently

Aurelia’s POVI shut the door behind me and let out a heavy breath, pressing my back against it like it was the only thing holding me up.Cassia was sprawled on the couch, a green face mask plastered on her skin and a half-melted bowl of ice cream in her hand. She looked up, spoon mid-air.“Why the long face?”I dropped my bag and sank into the armchair across from her. “Mr. Julien and I almost kissed.” My voice came out barely above a whisper.Cassia’s spoon froze. Her eyes went wide. “Almost? What stopped you?”I rubbed my temples. “My phone rang. It was Grant. I panicked. I apologized and bolted before Mr. Julien could say anything.”Cassia muttered under her breath. “That bastard.”“It’s not even about the call,” I said softly. “It’s just… it feels wrong. I just started working there, and he’s my boss. I shouldn’t be feeling this way, wanting him.”Cassia dropped her spoon into the bowl with a clatter. “Are you serious right now?”“What?”She leaned forward, mask cracking at the e

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