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CHAPTER 49.
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2026-07-15 23:58:13
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Bound to my Ex husband’s uncle CHAPTER 51.
The evening light over the Norwegian fjord was fading into deep blues and purples, the mountains casting long shadows across the water like silent sentinels. Dante stood at the window of his room in the research lodge, the glass cool against his fingertips as he gazed out at the dramatic landscape. The day’s meetings had gone well—Amelia’s presentation sharp, professional, and impressive in ways that went beyond the data. She had commanded the room with a quiet strength that cut through the jet lag and the underlying tensions they both carried. Yet it was the memory of earlier that refused to leave him: her standing in the doorway in nothing but that barely-there towel, damp skin glowing, the fabric clinging precariously to the curve of her ass and the swell of her breasts. The way she had lifted her chin with that defiant bravado, pretending not to care. He had covered his reaction quickly, but the image had burned itself into his mind. The groan that had escaped him when she turned
Bound to my Ex husband’s uncle CHAPTER 49.
The cold Norwegian air nips at my still-damp skin as I finish dressing in a frantic blur, the white blouse buttoned with slightly trembling fingers and the navy pencil skirt smoothing over my hips. The towel lies discarded on the bed, a reminder of my momentary lapse in judgment. My reflection in the mirror shows flushed cheeks and eyes that are a little too bright. I run a quick brush through my damp hair, pinning it into a professional twist, and grab my files and laptop bag. Heart still pounding from the knock, from Dante’s low “Fuck” that I swear echoed in the hallway, I step out. He’s waiting just outside, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, the picture of composed authority in his dark suit. His blue eyes flick over me once—professional, but there’s a lingering heat there, a fraction of a second where his jaw tightens before he schools it. The hallway smells faintly of pine cleaner and the distant sea, the lodge’s wooden beams creaking softly underfoot. “Ready?” he
Bound to my Ex husband’s uncle CHAPTER 49.
The morning light filters through the heavy curtains of my room at the research lodge, softer and later than I expected. I stir slowly under the thick duvet, the crisp Norwegian air seeping through a crack in the window making the room feel refreshingly cool against my skin. My body is heavy with jet lag, muscles still remembering the long flight and the charged tension of leaning into Dante’s side. I reach for my phone on the nightstand, the screen glowing brightly in the dim room, and my heart drops. It’s almost eleven in the morning. The meeting….the important stakeholder session Dante mentioned last night….was shifted to noon. There’s barely an hour left. “Shit,” I mutter, throwing the covers back. The wooden floor is cold under my bare feet as I scramble out of bed, heart racing. No time for the leisurely morning I had vaguely planned, I need to hurry. I rush through my routine in a blur . The bathroom fills with steam as I shower quickly, hot water cascading
Bound to my Ex husband’s uncle CHAPTER 48.
The plane touches down with a gentle jolt on the runway in Bergen, Norway, and the world outside the window shifts from endless clouds to something breathtakingly real. Crisp, cold air presses against the glass as we taxi, carrying the faint promise of salt from the nearby fjords even through the sealed cabin. I unbuckle my seatbelt, my fingers lingering on the cool metal clasp a second longer than necessary, the hum of the engines winding down around me like a sigh of relief. The long flight is over, but the charged memory of leaning into Dante’s side lingers on my skin like a brand….his firm warmth, that intoxicating scent that wrapped around every buried desire I’ve tried to ignore since Ethan’s betrayals began. Passengers stir, gathering coats and bags with the rustle of jackets and the click of overhead bins. I stand, smoothing my sweater, the fabric soft but insufficient against the chill already seeping through the jet bridge. Dante rises across the aisle, his movement
Bound to my Ex husband’s uncle CHAPTER 47.
The boarding gate buzzes with chaos as passengers wheeling carry-ons, the overhead announcements crackling with flight updates, the faint scent of airport coffee and cleaning solution hanging in the air. I stand near the boarding line, passport and boarding pass in hand, my compact suitcase already checked. The excitement for Norway still hums under my skin, tempered now by the long journey ahead. I scan the crowd absentmindedly when my gaze lands on a familiar tall figure near the priority lane. Dante. Ethan’s uncle stands out effortlessly in a tailored dark coat over a crisp shirt, his presence commanding the space around him without effort. Our eyes meet across the gate area. What the fuck!!!?My stomach tightens as he approaches with measured steps, rolling a sleek black carry-on beside him. “Why didn’t anyone tell me I had a partner on this trip?” I ask as soon as he’s close enough, voice low but sharp with surprise. The line shuffles forward slowly, the gate agent scannin
Bound to my Ex husband’s uncle CHAPTER 46.
Days later.*****The morning light slips through the curtains of my separate bedroom, pale and crisp, carrying the quiet promise of a new day. I wake slowly, heart already beating a little faster as I register the date on my phone: the day I leave for Norway. The one-week research trip. My suitcase stands packed and ready by the door….a compact roller case filled with practical layers, notebooks, my laptop, research notes printed and organized, toiletries in regulation bags. The separate room feels more like a sanctuary this morning, the bed neatly made, my clothes from yesterday folded on the chair. No trace of Ethan’s cologne or the heavy silence of shared spaces. Just mine.I shower quickly, the hot water steaming up the mirror as I wash away the last remnants of sleep and lingering nerves. My reflection shows tired eyes but a determined set to my jaw. I dress for travel: comfortable jeans, a soft sweater layered under a waterproof jacket, sturdy boots for field work, hair pulled
Bound to my Ex husband’s uncle CHAPTER ONE:
The champagne in my glass went flat nearly twenty minutes ago.I still hold it anyway.My fingers tighten around the stem as I stare out the floor-to-ceiling windows of the rooftop restaurant, watching rain slide down the glass in crooked lines. The city glows beneath me….gold lights, speeding cars
Bound to my Ex husband’s uncle CHAPTER FIVE:
The Walker family banquet is exactly the kind of event I suddenly hate now. Expensive, elegant and Fake. Crystal chandeliers glow warmly above the massive ballroom while wealthy guests dressed in designer clothes laugh and socialize like their lives are perfect. I stand beside Ethan near the
Bound to my Ex husband’s uncle CHAPTER FOUR:
I scrub my skin until it burns. Still, I can’t get rid of the feeling of Ethan’s betrayal crawling all over me. The bathroom is silent except for the sound of running water and my uneven breathing. Steam fogs the mirrors while my hands shake violently beneath the stream. I squeeze my eyes shut ha
Bound to my Ex husband’s uncle CHAPTER TWO:
Pain flashes across his face for the first time tonight. Good. I toss it onto the bed beside the other woman. “Happy anniversary.” Then I turn toward the door. “Amelia, wait.” He catches my wrist in the hallway. The second he touches me, disgust crawls violently across my skin and I yank fre
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