บททั้งหมดของ No Longer Yours, Ex Husband: บทที่ 241 - บทที่ 250

[Vivienne]If there’s one thing you should know about Alexander, it’s that it’s very hard to say no to him.So, of course, we end up on the dance floor, where a dozen couples are already swaying to the soft music that’s playing.“By the way, I’m glad you decided to wear the dress. I was almost sure you’ll choose to wear something more…simple.”My brows furrow at the realization and stop dancing. “Wait. You sent the dress?”He smirks. “Who else do you think wants you to look the prettiest?”I’m confused. “But I thought it was…Rosita. Wasn’t she?”He nods but pulls me closer, guiding me back into the slow dance. “She came up with the idea, yes. But this is the first event you’re attending after all these years—I had to make it special.”I arch a brow. “So, you bought the most expensive dress… just to impress me?”He laughs lightly. “You say it like it makes me look insane.”I smirk. “Well, if the shoe fits…”“Ah, but wouldn’t that make you the woman engaged to an insane man?”“Hmm. You

[Caden]When the ball finally comes to an end, I step out first and call the driver to bring the car around to the front.Astrid, on the other hand, takes her time saying goodbye to her designer and model friends.They’re standing a little ways off, giggling and laughing about something, while I stand alone, just staring at empty space.Then, a sleek black car rolls up and stops at the driveway.A woman in a golden gown walks past me, making it clear the car is for her.As she descends the steps—where I’m standing—her arm brushes against mine.She turns slightly, as if to say something, maybe to acknowledge the mistake.But then, her eyes meet mine.And she just… stops.Unlike the others, she’s still wearing her mask, but I can still see part of her eyes—the sharp way they narrow, the subtle curl of her lips into a frown, like there’s something on my face she doesn’t like.“It’s alright,” I say, perhaps giving her an easy way out—an excuse to just walk away. It’s not like I’m dying to

[Caden]“This is not how I planned my weekend to be,” Astrid groans, adjusting her sunglasses as she tries her best to protect herself from the morning heat.“Or maybe you shouldn’t have been so drunk in the first place,” I say to her as I help Benjamin out of the car. “You okay, bud?”“Yes, Daddy!” The boy looks excited as he looks around, trying to take in the entire view in front of him at once. “Can we go see the elephant now? My friends say they’re really big!”I can’t help but look at him and wonder—if my child with Vivienne had been alive, he would be around the same age as Benjamin, the kid I’m fathering as I promised.I wonder if I would have felt any differently about my own blood than I do for Benjamin.I love this kid, don’t get me wrong, but sometimes I just wonder. I wonder—what if that accident hadn’t cost Vivienne and me our child? What then? Would it have been possible for us to live together happily?“Can we get done with this thing already?” Astrid groans again, eff

[Caden]Astrid comes to her senses sooner than I hoped.“Fine. I’ll apologize!” She grits her teeth and fips her hair out of her face.Then, she heads back to the woman she has been arguing with.“I’m sorry, okay? Happy now?”The woman crosses her arms. “That’s not an apology. Say it like you mean it.”Astrid glares at her, looking like she’s about to snap again, but when she glances my way, maybe hoping for some intervention, I simply urge her to go on.She sighs, rolling her eyes heavenwards. This time, she turns to the kid sitting in the chair.“I’m sorry for what happened. I shouldn’t have reacted that way.”It’s far from heartfelt, but it’s the best I’m going to get out of her.The kid, however, says nothing—just sits there, staring in he

[Caden]“You’re home!” Mother says as soon as she sees us entering the house.She rushes to my side, quietly asking one of the maids to take sleeping Benjamin to his room.“He looks tired,” she says once he’s far enough not to hear a word.“Yeah. It was a long day for him.”She smiles, but when I try to head to the dining room, maybe to grab something to eat, she grabs my arm and pulls me back instead.Confused, I look back at her.“Sasha is here,” she says quietly, the expression on her face clearly suggesting how much she hates that. “She says she wants to talk to you, but we both know what she wants. I want you to just see her and send her away. We don’t want her anywhere near Benjamin.”Sasha.Of course.“Where is she?”“In the living room,” Mother replies, her eyes narrowing with concern. “She’s been waiting for almost an hour.”“Alright, send her to the office. I need to eat something first.”Mother doesn’t mind and asks one of the maids to do as I said.After finishing a sandwi