All Chapters of THE UNWANTED EX-HUSBAND: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

DRAKE:My heart tightened seeing the woman who mothered my son. Beatrice. She looked so fragile with her parted lips and soft snores. She was already sleeping heavily. I should wake her up so that she should be in bed right now and that she would be comfortable, but choose not to. I could not afford disturbing her sleep. She looked so cute sleeping. This was the only time where I could watch her like this and I should grab the opportunity. I put my hands to the side as I struggled to keep them to myself.The urge to brush her cheeks and her lips was trying to overpower me, and I did not want to awaken her and that she would think of some weird thoughts about it.Her beauty had not faded despite the test of time. And even if she had a lot of wrinkles all over her face and beside her eyes, my feelings for her will never change. Not even a bit. That was a promise. Smiling, I remembered her always looking at herself in the mirror, and constantly asking me how she looked. I only glanced

BEATRICE:I felt refreshed when I woke up from sleeping. It felt like all the stress from my body disappeared from having a good night’s sleep. Glancing at the side of my table, Grayson was no longer with me. The cold spot told me that he had already gone for a long time. Who was with him right now? Drake? I trained him into staying inside the house while I was still sleeping for safety precautions. Drake must still be here.Thinking about that man made me remember the dream I had last night. In that dream, my ex-husband was kissing me, torridly and full of passion. The shocking part? I returned his kisses with the same intensity as if we were yearning for each other’s body. After the passionate night, he whispered again that he loved me and that time, I just accepted his love. It sounded ridiculous.Why did it have to be him? Why not Josh? Like what the heck. Was I always thinking of him unconsciously to the point that I was dreaming of him? I shivered at the thought.I should b

BEATRICE:What was there to deny? It was true that Josh and I would be on a date. Will, it was not really a date. But something about uncovering the truth. And I will learn everything later. But Drake was not the type who would listen to my explanation. He would listen more to his feelings than my words. “Do you remember your allegations about him? Of him murdering his own wife? I want to hear it from him. Please don’t say anything anymore, Drake. If you don’t want to babysit Grayson while I meet him, it’s fine. I will just ask someone.”Drake yanked his hair in frustration. “Don’t put my son in some stranger’s care.”“Good. So you’re letting me go now? It will be a quick meeting, Drake. No need to worry. You can ask me about the time or monitor me when I will be going home.” “That’s not the issue right now,” he said, his voice flat.“What is it, then?” I asked, faking innocence. “Come on, Beatrice. Why would you do that? He might deny it. We don’t know if he will tell the truth or

BEATRICE:What was happening? Was there something wrong with my eyes right now? "Watch your step, Beatrice. I don't want something to happen to you.""You should kiss each other, Mommy and Daddy," Grayson announced while he was sandwiched between me and Drake. "That's what my friends' Dads and Mommy's do. They kiss before they say goodbye to my friend when they send him to school."My heartbeat went wild.Damn it.It felt like I was in an oven at the warm feeling I felt inside. What was happening again? I asked myself for the nth time.Take a grip on yourself, okay? You did not come here to admire your ex-husband. You came here to visit Christina. Who would likely snapped at you again or worse? She might even drive you away. It was better to expect the worst, especially now.clearing my throat, I said, "We are both shy, Grayson. Maybe later?" I asked while hoping he would forget about this."Later? When is that?" Drake inquired, leaning forward, his face merely centimeters away from

BEATRICE:"It's okay to cry in front of me, Beatrice," Drake whispered. Suddenly, his hands wrapped around my shoulders. My first instinct was to slap his hand away, but I was too tired to do that. Emotionally tired. And drained. He patted the top of my shoulders as he continued saying words to calm me. "When the world seems so difficult, when you don't understand it anymore, you can rest in my arms and rest for a while until you're back to fight."Rest. He wanted me to rest with him. Could I do that to someone who left me in the past? How long will you keep on recording his past? It's time to let go of them and start fresh? And give the two suitors a fair chance? Still…it was baffling for me hearing him say comforting words.When did my ex-husband become inspirational? I never heard such reassurance from him when we were married. Still...his words felt comforting, lifting some of the burdens in my heart.He had grown so much over the years…This way it felt like having someone