Isabella Mortaine sat at her desk, staring at her computer screen where the cursor blinked over an empty folder. Her pulse grew louder in her ears when she realized that every file she had spent weeks working on was gone. The entire project folder was empty.Her fingers trembled as she clicked through the backup drive. It showed the same thing—corrupted files. The drive refused to open properly. She checked every folder, every version she had saved. Nothing could be recovered.“Looking for something, Mortaine?” Sheila leaned against the cubicle wall with a faint smirk. “Maybe your magic files just disappeared on their own.”Isabella swallowed hard. “Someone deleted everything.”Sheila smirk deepened. “Maybe if you still had your ‘connections,’ you’d know how to get them back.” A few colleagues behind her let out quiet laughs.Isabella did not respond. She turned off the monitor, gathered her notes, and left her desk. The project was due at nine in the morning. It was already past mid

The atmosphere in Cayden's company was tense the moment Isabellawalked in. Her heels made clear sounds on the floor. People turned to look. Some whispered, smirked. and stared at her with judgment. “Did you see them during the presentation yesterday?” a woman at the reception desk said quietly. “He looked at her like he still cares,” another replied. “Please. She is his ex-wife. She knows how to get him to notice her.” Isabella held the files in her hands tightly. She kept walking. She did not stop or react. Her back was straight. Her face was calm, even though inside, she felt tired, but she refused to show it. More quiet voices followed. “She thinks she can come back and get him again.” “She probably acts sad in front of him on purpose!" “I would do the same if it would make him notice me.” Isabella reached her desk. She sat down, turned on her computer, and focused on her work. Behind her, two female coworkers whispered again. “When she was his wife, she acted like she wa