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CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY-TWO: I WON’T
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Dear Ex-Husband, Revenge is Mine! CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY-TWO: I WON’T
IRIS My hands clawed at Maverick’s shirt as I yanked him harder against me, deepening the kiss, moaning when his tongue delved deep into my mouth.There was no talking. I didn’t even want to talk. I didn’t want to explain how every broken piece of me felt like it was shattering. I didn’t want to think about our impending doom, or the fact that Maverick may have been lying when he said “tomorrow.”I just wanted to feel something.Feel him.Maverick’s hands were everywhere. On my waist. In my hair. Gripping my thighs as he backed me toward the bed, lifting me like I weighed nothing.We fell into the sheets, our mouth fused, our bodies tangling in light sweat and desire.Pretty soon, his shirt was tossed aside. I tugged at his belt with shaking fingers and he groaned against my neck. “Not yet.”I didn’t have any time to get my question in before he started to kiss his way down my body, not missing a single inch as he unclasped my bra from the front.Maverick took his precious time with
Dear Ex-Husband, Revenge is Mine! CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY-ONE:
IRIS The house was quiet. Way too quiet.Amethyst was with Megan for the night. When Megan brought me home, she’d insisted on taking her and Chelsea with her, and I’d let her.Because I needed the space. The time to process everything that had happened today.And also because I knew that if I saw my daughter tonight—her big grey eyes, her pout, the way she clung to her stuffed toy—I’d break down completely.And I hated to admit it, but I was already hanging on by a fucking thread.I stood in front of the mirror in my bedroom, staring at myself. I was still wearing my wedding dress, and I looked like a complete mess.Hair disheveled, makeup smudged… The gown felt heavier now, and I didn’t mean physically. I meant that it was heavy because of everything that it had come to symbolize in the past twenty-four hours.I reached behind me, struggling to unzip the dress. The white fabric was clinging to me like it didn’t want to let go, and I let out a sigh of frustration when it finally did
Dear Ex-Husband, Revenge is Mine! CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY: FUCK INDEED
MAVERICK I shouldn’t have said it.The moment those words left my mouth, I knew I’d cut her. And it wasn’t a clean cut. It was one of those deep ones that never stopped bleeding.The kind that was hard to recover from. The kind that would leave scars.I should know. I had a physical representation of those kinds of scars stretched along my back.Regret never hits right away. Not when you’re pissed as fuck. Not when you feel betrayed. It waits, simmers.And then it fucking suffocates you.I sat on the basement steps in my father’s mansion, my shirt still unbuttoned at the collar, my sleeves rolled up when all I wanted to do was tear if off of my skin.I curled my left fist. My wedding ring felt like a shackle on my finger, and all I could think about when I looked at it was Iris slipping it on. She might’ve been upset because of her mother’s appearance, but I knew that she felt what I felt today.Fake marriage or not, what we had with each other was real.I scrubbed my hand over my fa
Dear Ex-Husband, Revenge is Mine! CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-NINE: UNEXPECTED SAVIOR
IRIS ‘I want a paternity test done.’I. Want. A. Paternity. Test. Done.Those words did not stop ringing in my ears, even after Maverick walked away from me, leaving me alone in the balcony.He wanted me to get a paternity test, to prove that Amethyst was his.If he was only asking about it for the sake of Sebastian and his foolishness, that would’ve been a completely understandable situation.But… he wasn’t. He was asking for himself. Because he didn’t believe that Amy was his.He didn’t trust me.I didn’t know how long I’d been standing in the balcony, but I could tell I’d been here a long time.Here I was, in a white dress—my wedding dress—on a night that was supposed to be memorable.Well, this was definitely memorable. I wasn't going to forget this for a long time.“Hey,” I heard Megan’s hesitant voice behind me.Furiously wiping the tears on my face with the back of my hand, I turned to face her. Her eyes widened when she saw the expression on my face, but she didn’t ask what w
Dear Ex-Husband, Revenge is Mine! CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-EIGHT: WHOSE DAUGHTER?
IRIS I didn’t know what I was expecting. Had no idea what kind of twisted bullshit Sebastian was planning to spew. But I sure as hell wasn’t expecting this.His… daughter?My heart stopped. Actually stopped. Frozen in my chest just like the rest of my body.He said it like it was nothing. Like he hadn’t just dropped a grenade in the middle of my wedding reception.I couldn’t move, couldn’t speak. Couldn’t even fucking blink.That’s how stunned I was.“What the fuck are you talking about?”Maverick’s voice sliced through the silence like a blade. It was cold and flat. Void of any and every emotion.Around us, camera flashes kept going off like we were the main show in a circus.Sebastian didn’t flinch. The smug bastard just smirked, staggering slightly because of how drunk he was.“Iris and I had been trying for a baby for two years before the divorce,” he said, loud and clear like he wanted the whole room to hear. “And then all of a sudden, she shows up as my brother’s soon-to-be wif
Dear Ex-Husband, Revenge is Mine! CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-SEVEN: THE GARTER BELT
IRIS “More shots!” Megan yelled, a bottle of tequila clutched in her hand as she poured it directly into my mouth. I stumbled in my heels, already piss-drunk from the amount of alcohol I’d taken, but Maverick’s hand came around my waist, gripping me tightly. “Easy there, Angel,” he muttered into my ear, his voice sending shivers down my spine. “You don’t wanna fall, do you?” “I won’t fall,” I said with a giggle. “You’ll be there to catch me if I stumble.” “This is making me fucking sick,” I heard Dwayne groan from somewhere nearby. For the past thirty minutes, Megan had been drowning my system with alcohol, because, according to her, it’s “sacrilegious” to leave my own wedding sober. It had been a smooth thirty minutes, and it had been extremely satisfying watching a pregnant Eleanor rolling her eyes at us while she drank her sparkling water. Sebastian, however, was nowhere to be found. Not that I was looking, but I hadn’t seen him ever since we were at the church toge
Dear Ex-Husband, Revenge is Mine! CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-SIX: GET AWAY FROM MY WIFE
IRIS Here he was. The man who had repeatedly tried to ruin my life and somehow still walked around like he’d done nothing wrong. His demeanor was calm, his tuxedo sharp, his salt and pepper hair tied into a knot at the back of his neck just like always. I wondered how he looked when his hair wasn’t tied that way, when it fell on top of his shoulder. I wondered whether he would look more… human that way. Because right now, he looked like the monster he was. I swallowed hard, squaring my shoulders. “If you’re here to congratulate me, don’t bother,” I said firmly. “I already know it’s killing you inside.” Quentin laughed softly. “You think I give a damn about this wedding? Please. You walked yourself into hell, my darling. I didn’t have to do a thing.” He stepped closer, hands in his pockets. “Though I must admit… watching you burn will be entertaining.” I kept my expression still. “You’re wasting your breath, Quentin. I’m not leaving him. It was bold of you to think yo
Dear Ex-Husband, Revenge is Mine! CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-FIVE: ALL FOR NOTHING
IRIS If anyone had told me months ago today that I would be getting into a fake marriage with a billionaire after having his kid, I would’ve had them committed in a mental hospital.Then again, that wasn’t the worst thing that could happen to me—my mother dropping a fucking bomb on me on the morning of my wedding takes the cake.I heaved a sigh, lifting my gaze to glance at my reflection in the mirror.My father wasn’t dead. Not like I was forced to believe when I was younger.He was very much alive. I’d endured all that pain and suffering at the hands of my mother when my father could’ve saved me.“All for nothing,” I murmured to myself. “It was all for nothing.”I reached into my gown, searching the corner of my bra for the paper that I’d stuck in there.Rhoda had given it to me, right after she must’ve gotten it into her thick head that I was still going to marry Maverick and not abandon him at the altar.The Windsor Foundation.That was the only thing written on the paper. She w
Dear Ex-Husband, Revenge is Mine! CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-FOUR: KISS THE BRIDE
MAVERICK The church was quieter than I expected. Even with the light buzz of the guests—most of whom I didn’t even know—and the camera flashes, something about the stained glass windows and polished pews made every single thing feel muted. Not my usual style. But this was what my grandfather would have wanted. A traditional Sinckair wedding. Big church. Big turnout. Cameras. Fake smiles. And as I spotted my brother seated near my father in the front row, his wife, Eleanor, by his side, all I could think about was how Iris must have walked down this same aisle to meet Sebastian. And how all the vows that they had exchanged had been for nothing. Much like what we were about to do today. I adjusted my cufflinks and glanced down the aisle. The music played on cue and Chelsea stepped into the church first, her little basket full of flower petals swinging in her hand Initially, I didn’t care for a flower girl. That was all Tania. She tossed the petals dramatically as s
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