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Chapter Twelve: Can You Move
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I Divorced My Husband, I Married His Rival Chapter Thirty-Five: You’re Damaged Goods
EvaThat information doesn’t deter him. He only strides further inside, eyes gliding down my frame.“We need to talk.”I scoff. “I have nothing to talk to you about.”“Eva.” He tsks. “I apologized, didn’t I? I get it, you’ve made your point…just enough of this sham.”“You didn’t.”“Huh?”“You didn’t apologize.” I cross my arms. “Not once Stefan. Not for the cheating, not for the humiliation, and definitely not for the accusation of the loss of our baby.”He frowns. “Look at you making a list. What did Grayson tell you? What has he been feeding you about me?”“Excuse me?”“That has to be the only reason for how you’ve suddenly grown a backbone. I mean–” he chuckles, “-you’re giving me a list of the things I should apologize for.” “It’s common courtesy. Apologize when you hurt someone.”“You hurt me too,” he says. “I don’t see you apologizing. Look, let’s just…let’s just put all this behind us, start over.”Is he even listening to me? Doubtful. Everything I’ve said has gone over his h
I Divorced My Husband, I Married His Rival Chapter Thirty-Four: It’s A Fashion Thing
Eva’s POVMy blood runs cold. I feel warm palms slip into mine and when tugging slightly, I’m forced to stare into Micah’s eyes.“He’s not going to come near you,” Micah mutters in my ears. “I’ll make sure of it.”I’m not scared of Stephan. That’s not it.It’s more about worry of what he could say, and what he could do in a room full of reporters. “Okay.” I shift from one foot to the other, my hurt ankle already protesting standing for too long.Micah frowns. “I got you cute slippers though. They’re in the car, would you need them?”“I can’t wear slippers with this gown, Micah.”“Why not?” “Because.”“Is it a woman thing?” His brows pinch, obviously confused on why I wouldn’t choose to wear a slippers with a dinner dress.“No. It’s a fashion thing,” I snort. “Would you wear slippers with your tux?”“Ordinarily, no. But you’re hurt.”Chuckling, I pat his bicep gently. “Thank you, but I’ll manage.”“If you change your mind…”“I would most likely not.”He smirks and leans in. “I’ll ca
I Divorced My Husband, I Married His Rival Chapter Thirty-Three: Snakes Are Beautiful, But Dangerous
Eva’s POVMicah’s grip never leaves the small of my back as we walk into the event hall—after a few minutes of interrogation by reporters who don’t get any reply from us.“You good?” He murmurs in my ear for the fourth time tonight.And like always, I nod. “Yes. I’m good.”When a server passes with a tray of champagne in a tall glass, Micah snags one for each of us, and I use the opportunity to keep my eyes open for…you-know-who.Somehow, it got to our ears that he wasn’t attending. And god, I hope it stays that way.There’s soft music sifting through the speakers, the scent of expensive perfumes and Christ, so many sequins…diamonds.I’ve been to things like this but I never get over how much wealth every individual at these functions ooze. “At any moment you feel uncomfortable, tell me and we’ll be out of here immediately,” Micah repeats his mantra to me.I snort, smiling up at him. “I heard you the first ten thousand times.”“Just a friendly reminder, love. Also know that it wouldn
I Divorced My Husband, I Married His Rival Chapter Thirty-Two: Always Messes Things Up
Eva’s POV“Micah?” My frown deepens.He smiles softly. “Relax. I don’t bite.”With that, he walks ahead into his large walk in closet. I don’t follow. Instead, I stay put in the large bedroom, afraid to even sit on the bed or the chair at the dresser.He returns shortly with three garment bags, and he places them on his bed. “Take a look.”“What?”“They’re for you.”My gaze drifts to the bags, and back to Micah over and over until I take a tentative step forward and pull down the zip.Blue. That’s the first thing I see. After a few seconds of digging around, I’m able to pull out the dinner dress. A long blue silk dress, and god, it’s so soft.“Wow,” I blurt, eyes wide. “A dress.”He snorts. “Yes, a dress. Open the rest.”“Don’t tell me you bought me three dresses, Micah.”He doesn’t reply. When I open the next two, I’m met with different designs and different colours of outfits for me. Both dresses.Gold and black.I blink at the dresses on the bed, my perfect sizes, and beautiful p
I Divorced My Husband, I Married His Rival Chapter Thirty-One: Faster Than A Split Second
Eva’s POVIt’s dark out by the time I wake up from my nap.“Shoot!” I jerk up. “I promised to be down for dinner.”Willing my ankles, they feel a bit better. Still sore, but not too much. I shrug out of Stefan’s shirt, replacing it with one of Micah’s.Why? I can’t really say.“…Thursday is fine—”“What’s happening on Thursday?” I ask, interrupting the conversation between Darryl and Micah.Their heads shoot up at my voice, and Micah immediately walks over to me. “Darryl is leaving on Thursday.” His eyes rake down my body, taking note of the shirt. “You look good.” My smile is bashful, almost shy. “Well, you asked me to wear yours.”“And I’m ecstatic that you did.” He leads me to the dining table, pulling out a seat for me.“Thank you. Hi, Darryl.”“Hey, Micah’s wife.”I snort. “Just Eva is fine.”“I know.” He winks, and I laugh.“Are you hungry? Would you eat the left overs I heated up? Or would you like me to order something for you.”I’d kill for some Chinese but... “The left ove
I Divorced My Husband, I Married His Rival Chapter Thirty: Thought I Had Nine Lives
Micah’s POV“You’re not gonna tell me this one thing?” Eva asks. “Is it that personal?”Yes. Quite.But I don’t tell her that. How am I supposed to tell her that I learned every medical hack because of my mom?All the injuries my mom got when she was high, I was the one left to clean them up. The first months were bad, god, I thought she’d die.So many times I had to force my fingers down her throat when she overdosed….“Not really,” I lie. “Used to be a little clumsy back then so I injured myself a lot.”Her eyes narrow. “Oh…I can’t picture you clumsy.”“Because I’m not anymore. I was young, and thought I had nine lives.”A smile stretches across her lips, eyes lighting up.It’s laughable really. I’ve never been clumsy. I’ve always been composed, organized, and never out of place.She’s right. Even I, can’t picture myself being clumsy. I guess that’s what happens when you grow up too fast.It takes a moment to realise I’m not icing her ankle again. “Still hurting?” I ask, skimming t
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