All Chapters of TAMED BY MY COLD EX-HUSBAND: Chapter 11 - Chapter 16

The apartment was small, warm, and filled with the comforting scent of something home-cooked.Unlike the Kingsley mansion, there was no marble, no chandeliers, no long corridors echoing with silence.Just life.Real, imperfect, lived-in life.Sophia stood by the kitchen counter, rolling sleeves up her arms as she helped Lily stir a pot of soup. The steam rose gently between them, softening the edges of the room.“You’re doing it wrong,” Lily teased lightly, nudging her shoulder.Sophia gave a faint smile. “Then teach me properly.”“That’s the problem,” Lily said with a playful sigh. “You always used to say that in your mansion, you had chefs for this.”Sophia paused for a second.Then she chuckled quietly.“I think I forgot how to do simple things.”Lily glanced at her carefully. “Or you were never allowed to do them.”The words lingered.Sophia didn’t respond immediately. Instead, she focused on stirring the soup a little slower, as if grounding herself in the motion.The last time s

Damian returned to the Kingsley mansion later than usual, the heavy gates closing behind his car with a dull mechanical sound that echoed faintly through the quiet estate, and as he stepped out into the night air he immediately noticed something different.Not visually at first, but in the absence of something he could not quite name, as if the house itself had exhaled and never breathed in again.He loosened his tie slowly as he walked inside, his footsteps steady against the polished marble floor.But the silence that greeted him felt unusually sharp, almost unfamiliar, and for a moment he paused near the entrance, scanning the dimly lit hallway as if he expecting movement but didn't come.His gaze drifted past her toward the staircase where Sophia used to appear quietly whenever he came home late.Sometimes waiting, sometimes pretending she wasn’t, but always there in one form or another, and now the space felt too still, too empty, as if something had been removed without permissi

He sat alone in the dim light of his study room ong after the house had fallen silent, the only sound being the slow ticking of the clock that now felt louder than usual, almost irritating.As he stared at the screen in front of him where Sophia’s image remained frozen beside Adrian Bennett.Smiling faintly in a way he hadn’t seen in a very long time, not even once for him, and his fingers tightened slightly around the edge of the tablet before he finally set it down as if it had burned him.Leaning back in his chair with a controlled breath that didn’t fully settle his thoughts, because something about that image refused to leave his mind.The way she had looked relaxed, present, alive in a way she never seemed inside his own home, and that realization unsettled him more than he wanted to admit.So he stood abruptly and walked toward the window, loosening his cufflinks as he stared out at the city lights below, telling himself repeatedly that it was irrelevant.That it didn’t matter