All Chapters of Ex-Husband, You Don't Own me: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Natalie looked down, her eyes dark with resentment.Meanwhile, Dexie followed the waiter to the table Marilyn had reserved. The seat was tucked near the corner, away from the bar’s noisy crowd.Marilyn hadn’t arrived yet.“Here’s your table, Miss Hansley,” the waiter said politely.“Thank you.”After he left, Dexie’s phone buzzed. It was Marilyn.“Dexie, have you arrived? Traffic’s a mess. I’ll be there in a few minutes.”“I’m here. Don’t worry, I’m not in a rush,” Dexie replied calmly.Hanging up, she casually glanced around… and froze.From her seat, she could clearly see Luke’s table.It wasn’t too close, but it wasn’t far either.Natalie sat beside him, holding a beer, smiling sweetly as she spoke to him.Solomon’s figure blocked Dexie’s view, so she couldn’t quite make out Luke’s expression.But… his girlfriend, the one he’d waited three years for, had finally come back to him.Even without seeing his face, Dexie could guess how happy he must be.Her brows knitted together, irrita

Simon’s last sentence landed like a hammer to Luke’s chest.It caught him off guard, leaving him shaken and confused."If I treated Marilyn the way you treated Dexie," Simon added, his tone serious but calm, "she would’ve divorced me within a day. Dexie? She lasted a whole year. I don’t know whether to call her foolish or remarkable."The words were meant as an honest reminder… but Luke had no idea how deeply they would cut.Until now, he’d been clinging to the ridiculous idea that Dexie was playing hard to get.That she liked him so much, all her coldness was an act, a game to get his attention.But Simon’s words shattered that fantasy.She wasn’t playing hard to get.She was leaving.She’d already given up.His coldness, his pride, his emotional distance…It didn’t just hurt her, it broke her.And whether he wanted to admit it or not… emotional abuse was still abuse.Just as the heavy silence settled between them, Simon struck one last blow.He didn’t sugarcoat it."Don’t fool yourse

Marilyn stirred her drink and glanced at Luke with mild curiosity.“Dexie said she was meeting someone important and left in a hurry,” she remarked casually.Her eyes lingered on Luke, sharp beneath her playful tone.“Besides…” she added, “…there’s someone here she doesn’t want to bump into.I bet even if she stayed, she wouldn’t have the appetite for it.”Luke’s fingers tightened around his glass.Her words stabbed at him, but he remained silent, his face hardening.Meanwhile, downstairs,The elevator doors slid open, and Dexie stepped into the building’s lobby.The cold wind hit her face like a slap, making her shiver.Even with the heater running, the first floor couldn’t keep the freezing air out.She pulled her thin coat tighter around her.It wasn’t enough.The worst part wasn’t the cold, it was the leftover alcohol buzzing in her head.That last glass of margarita…She hadn’t planned on finishing it so quickly.But when Marilyn tried dragging her to Luke’s table, panic had kicke

Dexie’s footsteps were light but unsteady as she walked down the hall, searching for water. Her throat is still burned, dry, raw, like sandpaper scraping against her insides.The faint chill in her body hadn’t left entirely, but at least her strength had returned enough for her to walk on her own.As she turned the corner, she abruptly stopped.Not far ahead, two familiar figures stood together.Luke.And Natalie.Though Luke’s back was to her, that tall, rigid frame… she could recognize him anywhere. It was pathetic how well her eyes remembered him, even when her heart wanted to forget.Her eyes flicked to Natalie. That perfectly styled hair, the delicate expression. She was facing Luke, speaking softly, her hand resting lightly on his arm, like she belonged there.Dexie’s lips curled faintly, but it wasn’t a smile.“How unfortunate,” she muttered under her breath, her tone flat and unimpressed.She wasn’t interested in playing these games, not with them.Not while her body still ache

Dexie sensed his mood shift the moment she glanced at him. His expression had grown even uglier than before.She quickly looked away, not wanting to deal with his drama. Her focus returned to the call in her hand.Lowering her voice, she questioned the man on the other end. “Why did you send me to the hospital… and leave me here alone? You left by yourself?”Men these days really are unreliable, she thought.One of them had the nerve to wrap his arms around his ex-girlfriend and parade it in front of her like some victory.The other? Even worse. He abandoned a sick, half-unconscious woman at the hospital and went straight home like it was nothing.Roy stayed quiet for a moment. But when he finally spoke, it came out like a growl.“That bastard husband of yours insisted on carrying you to the hospital after snatching you away.” His voice was sharp with anger. “And now you’re telling me he dumped you there? Why did I even trust that jerk to do a decent thing for once?”Dexie fell silent,