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09.02.2026 00:49:00The morning sun filtered through the lemon trees and hit the cool marble floors of our Amalfi kitchen with a brilliance that made the world feel new. Dominic stood in the center of the vast culinary space and looked at the professional-grade stove as if it were a high-tech rival he was preparing to acquire. He had officially dismissed the private chef for the next seven days and declared that no one but him would be responsible for the nourishment of his wife and children.
I leaned
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Mistaken Night With my Ex-Husband Chapter 37
The 3:00 AM silence of the Amalfi villa was broken only by the sound of the Mediterranean tide and my own increasingly creative profanity. I had officially reached the stage of pregnancy where my center of gravity was a suggestion rather than a law and my internal organs were being used as a trampoline by Luca and Sienna. I sat up in the darkness of the master suite and began a frantic reorganization of the fourteen different pillows I had accumulated since we arrived in Italy.Dominic stirred beside me as I shoved a firm decorative bolster under my knees and jammed a cooling gel pillow behind my lower back for the fifth time that hour. I was building a literal fortress of down-filled silk in an attempt to find a single angle that didn't make me feel like an overturned turtle in a designer nightgown. "If you are planning on annexing the entire eastern side of the mattress I would appreciate a formal notice of your intent to colonize my sleeping space," Dominic muttered with a sleepy a
Mistaken Night With my Ex-Husband Chapter 36
The private beach below the estate was a crescent of silver sand that seemed to glow under the light of a swollen Mediterranean moon. Dominic had spent the late afternoon hauling small crates down the stone steps and arranging a circle of driftwood logs around a modest bonfire. He had sourced biodegradable paper lanterns from a shop in the village and laid them out on a low table with a set of ink brushes that smelled faintly of pine resin and ancient rituals. I walked down the stairs with my hand resting on the railing for support and felt the cool night air pull the lingering heat of the day from my skin. The "Ice King" was nowhere to be seen as he stood by the fire with his sleeves rolled up and a look of quiet serenity that made my heart ache with a sudden and sharp intensity. He looked like a man who had finally found the frequency he was meant to operate on and it had nothing to do with the static of the corporate world. "I wanted to do something to mark the end of our time in
Mistaken Night With my Ex-Husband Chapter 35
The light in the Amalfi villa had a way of making everything feel soft and achievable as if the weight of the Thorne empire was just a heavy coat we had finally left at the door. We were lounging on the oversized linen sofa that looked out over the infinity pool and the sea which was currently shimmering with the pale gold of the late afternoon sun. Dominic had his head resting near my lap and a leather-bound notebook in his hand that was filled with his neat and precise architectural script. He had been scribbling in that book for over an hour with a look of intense concentration that usually preceded a hostile takeover of a tech firm. I reached down and ran my fingers through his hair noticing that the silver strands at his temples seemed less like a sign of stress and more like a badge of the man he was becoming. "I assume you are drafting a new set of bylaws for the nursery or perhaps a ten-year plan for the twins' primary education," I teased while nudging his shoulder. He look
Mistaken Night With my Ex-Husband Chapter 34
The morning sun filtered through the lemon trees and hit the cool marble floors of our Amalfi kitchen with a brilliance that made the world feel new. Dominic stood in the center of the vast culinary space and looked at the professional-grade stove as if it were a high-tech rival he was preparing to acquire. He had officially dismissed the private chef for the next seven days and declared that no one but him would be responsible for the nourishment of his wife and children. I leaned against the stone counter and watched him tie a simple white apron over his linen trousers with a focused intensity that was usually reserved for multi-billion dollar mergers. "I am fairly certain that your experience with a kitchen is limited to pointing at a menu or nodding at a waiter in a Michelin-starred restaurant," I teased. He looked at me with a playful glint in his eyes and a smudge of flour already appearing on his jawline despite the fact that he hadn't even opened a cupboard yet.
Mistaken Night With my Ex-Husband Chapter 33
The sun was just beginning to dip behind the jagged cliffs of the Amalfi Coast when the private boat pulled into the hidden cove. Dominic had spent the last twenty-four hours in a state of quiet and frantic preparation to ensure that our departure from the villa left absolutely no trail for his mother to follow. He had swapped our usual security detail for a local team that didn't report to the Thorne Group and had personally handed over our primary phones to the house manager in Tuscany.I stood on the polished teak deck of the speed boat and felt the spray of the Mediterranean mist against my skin as the tension of the last few weeks finally began to dissolve. The estate rising out of the lemon groves was a masterpiece of white stone and tumbling bougainvillea that seemed to hang precariously between the sky and the sea. Dominic stood behind me with his hands resting on my shoulders and I could feel the steady rhythm of his breathing finally slowing down for the first time since the
Mistaken Night With my Ex-Husband Chapter 32
The aftermath of the gala felt like waking up after a beautiful dream only to realize the house was surrounded by creditors and cameras. Dominic had spent the last forty-eight hours transforming the library into a satellite headquarters because he refused to leave the villa for even a single board meeting in London. I watched him from the doorway as he sat at the mahogany desk surrounded by three separate monitors and a half-eaten plate of the lemon tarts he had ordered for me earlier that morning.He was currently muted on a video conference and the frustrated expression on his face told me that the corporate sharks were finally starting to circle the boat. The stock price had taken a sharp dive the moment the world realized the Ice King was actually a man who preferred cradling a pregnant wife to crushing his competitors. He looked up and saw me standing there and the hard line of his jaw immediately softened into something that resembled the man I had fallen in love with in the gar
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