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I DIVORCED HIM! NOW, HE REGRETS THE EDGE OF EXPOSURE
CHAPTER 157 – THE EDGE OF EXPOSUREXVES POVThe moment I saw her crouched behind the hedge, I knew she was going to get us both killed.Maya Perkins. In heels she could barely walk in, crouching in the dirt like she was on some undercover mission. Her hair was too shiny, her perfume too expensive, and the panic in her eyes too loud for someone trying to stay hidden. She looked like she belonged on a runway, not behind a bush with two men arguing about money and murder a few feet away.The sun was dipping low, throwing long, gold streaks across the marble fountain. The air was still, too still, and I could hear Watterson’s voice slicing through the quiet like a blade. I scanned the area once more—three exits, one camera, no guards on this side of the property. Good. If anything went wrong, I could get her out.Or I could try.Watterson’s voice sharpened. “You think I owe you something?”The other man stammered something about debt. I barely listened. My attention was fixed on Maya. She
I DIVORCED HIM! NOW, HE REGRETS THE LISTENING SHADOWS
CHAPTER 156 – THE LISTENING SHADOWWhen I finally turned, I saw Xves standing there.Relief slammed into me like a wave. My whole body sagged before my mind could even catch up. My heart had been running a marathon since the moment I heard that voice, and now it was trying to slow down—but it couldn’t. I pressed a hand over my chest, half laughing, half choking on the panic that hadn’t yet left me.“Xves,” I whispered, breathless. “Jesus—you scared me.”He stood there in the faint moonlight, looking completely out of place among the trimmed hedges and marble fountains. Black suit, loose tie, hair a little messy like he’d run his hand through it one too many times. And of course, that smirk. The one that always looked like he’d just caught me doing something stupid—which, to be fair, I probably was.“Don’t make a sound,” I said, putting a finger to my lips.He tilted his head. “Seriously?” he mouthed, eyebrows raised. “You followed them out here barefoot?”I rolled my eyes, mouthing ba
I DIVORCED HIM! NOW, HE REGRETS THE SHADOWS PATH
CHAPTER 155 – THE SHADOWED PATHHe and the man left.Just like that—conversation over, tension unresolved, and they both started walking toward the exit like the rest of the world had suddenly stopped existing.I froze, still standing by the champagne table, pretending to admire the bubbles in my glass when really my mind was racing.Where were they going?Mr. Watterson didn’t seem like the type to step out for fresh air. Not after barking at someone in front of half the room. And that other man—the one with the slicked-back hair—he had that look. The kind of man who didn’t talk for long unless it involved something illegal, expensive, or both.I set my drink down and slipped into the moving crowd. No one noticed me this time. Good. Maybe scandal had its perks—it made people too uncomfortable to make eye contact.The auctioneer’s voice echoed faintly from the stage, calling for everyone to take their seats, but I wasn’t interested in overpriced art tonight. My attention was locked on
I DIVORCED HIM! NOW, HE REGRETS THE UNINVITED QUESTIONS
CHAPTER 154 – THE UNINVITED QUESTIONSI wondered what the right way to approach Liam was.Friendly, maybe. Or neutral enough not to sound like I’d rehearsed the line ten times in my head. I didn’t want to come off desperate, but also didn’t want to stand there like an idiot staring at him across the ballroom.So, I took a breath, smoothed my dress, and walked toward him.The crowd had started to loosen up now that the auction was near. Laughter rolled across the room, too bright for the tension that still clung beneath the chandelier light. A waiter bumped my arm lightly as I passed, muttering an apology. The air smelled of champagne, perfume, and secrets.Liam looked up before I reached him, his expression the same unreadable mask he always wore—like he’d already predicted what I was going to say and was bored of it. His dark hair was slightly tousled, his tie undone just enough to make him look effortlessly reckless.“Hey,” I said with a small smile, trying to sound casual. “What ar
I DIVORCED HIM! NOW, HE REGRETS THE SILENT CROWD
CHAPTER 153 – THE SILENT CROWDWhen will this cocktail reception end and the actual auction begin?That question had been circling in my head like a broken record for the last thirty minutes. My heels ached, my cheeks hurt from pretending to smile, and the back of my neck was sticky from nerves and champagne air.The ballroom glittered under soft chandeliers, all crystal light and fake laughter. The kind of laughter that bounced too loud, too bright, because nobody wanted to admit they were bored—or uncomfortable. Damian was somewhere across the room, doing what he did best: being charming on my behalf. He’d slipped into a group of executives, laughing like they were all best friends, while I stood at the edge of the crowd like an unwanted guest at my own party.Grace was gone. Kicked out. Her absence felt heavier than the pearls around my neck. Every time someone glanced my way, I could see the story replaying in their heads—the scandal, the macaron, the rejection. I could practicall
I DIVORCED HIM! NOW, HE REGRETS THE RUDE REJECTION
CHAPTER 152 – THE RUDE REJECTIONGunther didn’t leave right away. I could feel his stare digging into my back even after Grace had been escorted out. The crowd began to move again, whispering under the soft thrum of violins. Everyone wanted to pretend nothing happened, but their eyes kept flicking toward us like we were the last scene in a scandalous play.I turned to grab my clutch, ready to leave before I did something criminal—like pour champagne on his overpriced shoes—but then I heard his voice again. Smooth, deep, too confident.“Maya Perkins.”I turned slowly. “You have got to be kidding me.”He smiled—no, smirked—like the universe owed him attention. His tie was loosened now, and his arrogance had settled into something darker. “You know, you’ve got quite the attitude for someone who serves dessert for a living.”I arched a brow. “And you’ve got quite the ego for someone who got beaten by a macaron.”The words hit, and I knew it because the corner of his mouth twitched. But in
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