You're Mine, Ex-wife!

Charlotte's POVEnduring four years of marriage to Dylan felt like being trapped in a living nightmare. Despite my deep love for him, I had never truly felt accepted into the Harmon family. I had made sacrifices for our relationship, leaving behind my own family and name and taking on Dylan's name, yet he had never reciprocated my commitment. Throughout our marriage, he had never defended me or shown me the support I longed for. The only solace I found within his family was in his mother, Patricia, who had consistently shown me kindness and stood up for me in the face of the family's disdain.Grandpa Henry had been another source of warmth, but with his passing, I felt even more isolated. Patricia's support, while comforting, often felt inadequate in the face of Grandma Adaline's influence. I understood that Patricia's hands were tied when it came to her Grandma's words and actions. Despite the disrespect and insults hurled at me by other family members, including being labeled a jinx

Dylan POV I arrived at the office, the days stretched on with no news of Charlotte's whereabouts. I sank into my chair, unable to shake the gnawing worry that consumed my thoughts. I had been fine before so why was this absence affecting me so deeply? The silence left by Charlotte's absence felt suffocating, and my attempts to reach her had been met with an unyielding wall of silence.Rising from my chair, I made my way to the window, seeking solace in the world outside. Folding my arms, I gazed out, the bustling cityscape offering little distraction from my concerns. Suddenly, the shrill ring of the telecom pierced the heavy air, jolting me from my reverie. Irritation flaring, I strode to the telecom and answered the call sharply, "What is it?" I demanded, brusque with impatience."Sir, Mrs. Harmon is here to see you," Charles, my assistant, informed me."Charlotte?" I interjected, hope flickering to life within me."Yes, sir. She wants to meet with you," Charles confirmed. "Thank

"What the hell!" I yelled in anger, my heart pounding as I regained my composure. "Who is your boss? Who sent you?!" I demanded, moving closer with tightly clenched fists, seething with frustration and confusion."Boss!" I heard Charles's voice as he rushed to my side. I turned to face him, my expression still etched with anger, as Charles reached me and steadied my shaking form. "Sir, let's go," Charles said urgently, his eyes wide with concern. "Why?" I asked, my temper still simmering as I braced myself for whatever confrontation would occur."Sir, I think they were sent here. I knew something was wrong when two other guys dressed like them stood by our car after you left," Charles explained quickly, his voice urgent. "I rushed here because my instincts told me something was wrong.""I can't just leave, Charles. I can't leave," I said firmly, my voice tinged with anger. "I can't get knocked down by hooligans just like that without putting up a fight. I'll make sure I see this to t

As Dylan took possession of me, I found myself unable to resist, frozen in place. Gently, he brushed the hair from my face, tucking it behind my ear. Then, with a sudden, unexpected motion, he pressed his lips to mine. At first, I hesitated, but as he drew me closer, I surrendered, allowing him to take control. Did I desire this? Had I been longing for his touch? Was it true what they say about pregnant women craving a man more? What the hell am I turning into?"Is this what I want?" I wondered as his kiss enveloped me. This kiss is everything, I love the way he moves his lips and tongues on mine " Oh, this is it" I screamed within me."Oh...What's happening to me?"Despite my inner turmoil, I let the moment unfold, savoring the sensation of his lips and the tenderness of his touch. As he lifted my foot off the ground, supporting me with his hands on my backside, I closed my eyes, lost in the overwhelming experience. A sudden rush of sensation between my legs startled me."What the...

I vocalized my surprise, my eyes darting back to the file to verify the information."Boss," Charles interjected, drawing my attention. I glanced up to see him gesturing to a second file that had been concealed in his left hand. "Sir, after finding that out, I chose to conduct a background check on his elder sister, Charlotte Robert, to be sure. This is the file," Charles explained as he presented the file to me.I accepted the file with apprehension and disbelief. Could it be true? I silently questioned, my mind grappling with the implications of the information. "No, she wouldn't... she couldn't," I murmured to myself, attempting to dismiss the unsettling thoughts. Nonetheless, I knew I had to verify the contents.As I opened the file and began to read, the words on the page sent a shockwave through me. "Name: Charlotte Robert. Age: 27 years old. Family: mom, dad, grandpa, grandma, brother Nathan Robert, and Husband:Dylan Harmon."The ground seemed to shift beneath me as the rea