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Chapter 44

Penulis: Jane A.M.S.
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-08-23 20:21:07

MONIQUE

I stepped into the dining room and stopped just past the threshold.

Maxwell stood at the long table, placing the last dish down with careful precision. A simple spread sat waiting, soft scrambled eggs, crisp bacon, sliced hotdogs seared the way he used to make them on lazy Sunday mornings, toast cut into neat triangles, and a small bowl of fruit he had clearly tried to arrange with some effort. Steam still rose faintly from the plates.

My heart gave a treacherous flutter.

Then it ached
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  • Ex-Husband Forgot Ever Divorcing Me   Chapter 44

    MONIQUE I stepped into the dining room and stopped just past the threshold.Maxwell stood at the long table, placing the last dish down with careful precision. A simple spread sat waiting, soft scrambled eggs, crisp bacon, sliced hotdogs seared the way he used to make them on lazy Sunday mornings, toast cut into neat triangles, and a small bowl of fruit he had clearly tried to arrange with some effort. Steam still rose faintly from the plates.My heart gave a treacherous flutter.Then it ached.Maxwell had never been a gourmet cook, but he had always been good at the basics. Eggs, bacon, hotdogs, the kind of breakfast that somehow tasted better simply because he had made it. In the early years of our marriage I used to tease him about it, and he would only shrug and say it was enough as long as I ate.Seeing it now felt like pressing on an old bruise.The smell hit me a second later, rich, warm, unmistakably breakfast, and my stomach lurched hard. Nausea surged up so fast it blurred

  • Ex-Husband Forgot Ever Divorcing Me   Chapter 43

    MONIQUEI must have drifted off again after the morning haze of skin and low voices and careful hands.When I woke the second time, exhaustion clung to me like a second skin. My limbs felt heavy, my mind slow. For a few disoriented seconds I simply lay there, staring at the familiar ceiling of the master bedroom, trying to gather the scattered pieces of myself.Then the nausea hit.It rose sharp and sudden from the pit of my stomach, the unmistakable wave of morning sickness that had become my unwelcome companion these past weeks. I swallowed hard, pressing a hand lightly over my still-flat abdomen as if I could will it to settle.Beside me, the bed was empty.I turned my head. The space where Maxwell had been was already cold. The sheets held no lingering warmth, no indentation deep enough to suggest he had only just left. Something heavy twisted low in my chest at the sight. I frowned at the feeling, then deliberately swallowed it down.I didn’t want to think about it.I didn’t want

  • Ex-Husband Forgot Ever Divorcing Me   Chapter 42

    MAXWELLMorning light filtered through the heavy curtains in soft gold streaks, painting across the bed and the woman still asleep in my arms.Monique.Her face was turned toward me, lips slightly parted, dark lashes resting against her cheeks. One of her hands was loosely curled against my chest, as if even in sleep she couldn’t fully decide whether to push me away or hold on. Her breathing was slow and even. Peaceful in a way I rarely saw when she was awake.I stayed completely still, afraid that any movement might shatter the moment.My mind was still a fractured thing, pieces missing, names and faces swimming in and out of focus, but this… this felt solid. The weight of her body against mine. The faint scent of her skin mixed with last night’s sweat and sex. The quiet, possessive certainty settling deep in my chest.She had set conditions.Boundaries.Rules designed to keep me at a careful distance while she “helped” me recover my memories.I almost smiled.She could draw as many

  • Ex-Husband Forgot Ever Divorcing Me   Chapter 41

    MONIQUEMaxwell stayed buried inside me for a long moment, his chest rising and falling hard against mine. The aftershocks still fluttered through my body in small, involuntary pulses. Every tiny movement—every slight shift of his hips, every breath he took—made me flinch. My inner walls kept clenching around him without permission, as if my body refused to let go of the first orgasm he had forced out of me.He lifted his head slowly. His eyes were dark, almost feverish, as if the fog in his mind had thinned just enough for him to feel everything more sharply. There was something raw in the way he looked at me, something that made my stomach twist.“You’re still shaking,” he murmured.Before I could answer, before I could gather enough strength to push him away or demand space, he carefully rolled us over. The motion was controlled, mindful of the life growing inside me, but it still made him sink even deeper. A broken, high-pitched sound tore out of my throat the second the new angle

  • Ex-Husband Forgot Ever Divorcing Me   Chapter 40

    MONIQUE“I want to remember you, Monique Sinclair.”The words hung between us, thick and dangerous. His breath brushed against my lips, warm and heavy with wine. My hands were still trapped against the hard plane of his chest, and every shallow rise and fall of it only made my own breathing worse.“Don’t,” I whispered, turning my face away. “You’re drunk. You don’t even know what you’re asking for.”“I know enough.” His voice dropped lower, rougher. “I know the way your body tensed the second I got close. I know your pulse is racing under my fingers.” His thumb stroked over the inside of my wrist, slow and deliberate. “And I know you haven’t pushed me away hard enough to mean it.”I hated how right he was. Heat was already pooling low in my stomach, traitorous and familiar. Five years of muscle memory I thought I had buried. I tried to step back, but the wall of the hallway was right behind me.“Maxwell—”“I’ll be careful,” he murmured, cutting me off. His free hand slid down to rest

  • Ex-Husband Forgot Ever Divorcing Me   Chapter 39

    MONIQUEIt had been days since I started staying in the marital home Maxwell and I once shared. Still, even though I claimed ownership in front of Elise, that didn’t mean I planned to live here permanently. I only did it to assert my rights.Because of that, I expected the Lohrs to storm this place any day now.But days had already passed, and I still hadn’t heard a word from them.So I simply kept myself busy around the mansion, reminding everyone that they could just call me by my name and drop the title of Mrs. Lohr.They didn’t seem particularly happy about it.Early this morning, I decided to go out and apply for jobs.I couldn’t just sit around and do nothing while I was here with nothing.Two years after our wedding, I had been a full-time housewife for Maxwell.Now I was going back to work.I had looked up job openings online yesterday and listed all the names before spending the entire day answering assessment forms, doing interviews, and taking short breaks in between.The la

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