The CEO Lost Me, the Doctor Won My Heart novel Chapter 11

I didn't respond.

And Aiden didn't push.

He stuck to his plan, steady and unwavering.

One week. One month. Two months…

Every day, something new.

Never tired, never impatient.

My hand was healing, and Aiden got me a job in physical therapy.

Turns out, I had a knack for massage therapy.

We started working together, clocking in and out at the same time.

We'd crash after long shifts or grab late-night diner food when we got off early.

Without realizing it, I stopped thinking about Lucas altogether.

Two weeks ago, he mailed me the divorce papers.

I never gave him my address, but for someone like Lucas, that was hardly an obstacle.

At least he didn't come knocking.

That was probably the biggest courtesy he could offer.

Not that I cared.

I had already received my finalized divorce decree.

Where he went or what he did was no longer my concern.

Until he showed up at my front door.

He looked rough—exhausted, unshaven.

I'd heard he threw himself into work after I left.

Lila had been by his side day and night, but he never made things official with her.

His mother pushed him, over and over, but he wouldn't budge.

Then, Lila made a massive mistake at the company.

A financial disaster—over two hundred million in losses.

And just like that, she disappeared, taking what she could and vanishing without a trace.

Turned out, her family's wealth had been smoke and mirrors for years.

A crumbling facade held together by secrecy.

But when her scandal hit the news, the truth came out.

I skimmed the headlines like I would any other piece of gossip.

It was just another rich-people disaster.

I never thought, in the middle of that mess, Lucas would have the time—or the audacity—to show up here.

"Toni," he said.

"I've cleaned everything up. The company. The house."

He held out a thermos, extending it toward me.

"Will you come back?"

Lucas couldn't cook.

Even when we were struggling, he was a disaster in the kitchen.

But he hated seeing me overwork my hands, so while he never mastered a full meal, he did learn one thing—

Soup.

The scent of chicken broth drifted through the air, pulling me straight back to those dimly lit nights in our old apartment.

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