Todos los capítulos de TAMED BY MY COLD EX-HUSBAND: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

The Kingsley mansion was silent after midnight. Outside, the rain had stopped, leaving droplets clinging to the tall windows. Moonlight filtered through the clouds, casting pale shadows across the empty dining room. The anniversary dinner remained untouched, the candles melted into pools of wax, and the white roses had begun to lose their freshness. Sophia stood in the middle of the dinning room, her gaze fixed on the wedding ring resting beside Damian's untouched plate. She didn't cry. Not anymore. Instead, she drew in a slow breath and picked up the dishes one by one. The soft clatter of porcelain echoed through the quiet mansion. From the doorway, Maria, the housekeeper, watched her with concern. "Mrs. Kingsley," she called her gently, taking a hesitant step forward." Please leave it to me, I'll clean." But Sophia forced a faint smile without looking up. "It's all right, Maria," she replied softly and timidly. "I need something to keep my mind busy." Maria sighed, her e

The first rays of sunlight slipped through the sheer curtains, bathing the Kingsley mansion in a warm golden glow. To anyone looking from the outside, it was another peaceful morning inside one of the city's most luxurious homes.Inside, is weighed heavier than ever.Sophia stood in the kitchen, pouring freshly brewed coffee into two porcelain cups. The rich aroma filled the room, but it failed to ease the tightness in her chest.Despite everything that had happened the night before, she had prepared breakfast out of habit.Not because she expected gratitude.Not because she believed it would change anything.Simply because it had become part of who she was.Maria, the housekeeper, entered quietly and noticed the untouched place settings on the dining table."Mrs. Kingsley," she called her gently, "You don't have to continue do this."Sophia offered a faint smile as she arranged a plate of toast beside Damian's seat."I know," she replied softly. "Maybe... I'm saying goodbye to these

Damian remained frozen inside his car, his eyes fixed on the office building across the street.The words Family Law Attorney seemed to burn into his mind."No..." he muttered, tightening his grip on the steering wheel. "She wouldn't..."His heartbeat quickened as he watched the glass door, hoping Sophia would walk back out and prove he had misunderstood.Minutes passed.She didn't.Inside the law office, Daniel Brooks gestured toward a chair. "Please, have a seat, Mrs. Kingsley.""Thank you," Sophia replied softly, settling into the leather chair.Daniel placed a folder on his desk but didn't open it immediately."I've handled many divorce cases," he said gently. "Before we discuss legal matters, I want to ask you something."Sophia looked at him."Do you still love your husband?"The question caught her off guard.Her fingers curled tightly around her handbag. After a long silence, she answered honestly."Yes." Her voice trembled. "I still love him."Daniel nodded thoughtfully. "An

The engine of Damian Kingsley's black sedan roared as it sped through the afternoon traffic. His hands gripped the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles turned white. Red lights, impatient drivers, and the endless line of cars became obstacles standing between him and the one person he had never imagined losing. "Mrs. Kingsley has packed her suitcase." Maria's trembling words echoed inside his mind. "No..." Damian muttered, pressing harder on the accelerator. "She won't leave. She can't." For the first time in years, the billionaire CEO who controlled billion-dollar deals felt completely powerless. Inside the Kingsley mansion, Sophia zipped up her suitcase with a quiet sigh. The sound seemed louder than it should have. She looked around the master bedroom one last time. The room was immaculate, just as it had always been. Damian's tailored suits hung neatly inside the walk-in closet. His expensive watches rested inside a glass display case. His favorite bo

The first thing Damian Kingsley noticed was the silence. Not the usual kind that filled the mansion at night.. But a deeper, heavier silence that lingered even after the world had already woken up. He opened his eyes slowly. The ceiling above him was unchanged. The same crystal chandelier. The same perfect symmetry of luxury he had always taken pride in. But something felt missing. His hand instinctively reached across the bed. Cold. Empty. Sophia’s side was untouched. Damian stared at the space beside him for a long moment, as if expecting her to appear the way she always did—quietly, gently, like she had never left. But the bed remained still. His jaw tightened slightly. “She really left…” he muttered under his breath, voice rough from sleep. He sat up, running a hand through his hair. For a moment, he simply remained there, motionless, as if trying to process something his mind still refused to accept. Then he stood. The marble floors cold beneath his