Todos os capítulos de MY EX PUT ME IN JAIL AND NOW HE WANTS ME BACK: Capítulo 101 - Capítulo 110

MIA’S POVI slide into the backseat of the car. My fingers tremble as I gently touch my throat where Eric’s hands had squeezed. The skin there is still hot from the pressure. I wince at the memory of his grip, the raw anger in his eyes. I could practically feel the anger radiating off him. His actions shocked me even more.Even when we were married, Eric had never been violent with me. He’d always been... controlling, sure, but never like this.Now, it’s like a switch has flipped. I can see the fury in his eyes. He seems desperate to find out the truth. He knows something, and I can’t—won’t—let him find out the truth. Wendy cannot be his. I won’t let him take her away from me. Not after everything we’ve been through.I need to talk to Alexander. He’s the only one who can help me. He’s the only one who knows about sending the warden off.How else did Eric confirm that Wendy was his daughter if not through the warden? My mind is racing and the pieces of the puzzle seem to be snapping in

MIA’S POVLooking into Alexander’s eyes, every worry of mine is gone in an instant. There’s just something about him….something that keeps pulling me deeper even when I try to pull away. I don’t try to fight it. I can’t.Alexander leans down, capturing my lips in his again. Our lips move passionately against each other. His arms wrap around my waist, pulling me closer to him. Every kiss, every touch – it sets my whole body on fire but in the best way possible.Alexander lifts me up as if I weigh nothing, never breaking the kiss. I feel him go to the other end of the room and sit on the bed. I shove my tongue further down his throat, deepening the kiss. My whole body feels alive in a way it never has with anyone before. His touch is electric. His kisses are addictive. Alexander is like a drug that I can’t get enough of and I don’t even want to. As we kiss, the air around us feels charged with electricity. Every nerve ending of mine is standing at attention and goosebumps rise down my a

MIA’S POVI step into the boardroom with Alexander by my side. The air is thick with tension, the kind that makes people hold their breath, waiting for something to happen. As soon as we enter, Camille's expression shifts from confidence to shock, but she quickly masks it with a scowl.She wasn’t expecting us. Especially not Alexander.A slow, smug smile spreads across her lips as she crosses her arms and leans against the long y table. "Well, well, well. If it isn't Mia and Alexander. Just in time for my leadership party. How thoughtful of you to attend."Her voice drips with mockery, but I refuse to give her the reaction she wants. Alexander stands tall beside me. I meet Camille’s gaze head-on, unbothered by her taunts."I must say," Camille continues, strutting around the room as if she already owns the place, "I expected resistance, but I didn’t think you'd have the nerve to show up and watch your empire slip right through your fingers."I smirk, tilting my head. "I wouldn’t be so

LEXANDER’S POVThere’s something different about Mia.At first, I couldn’t place it. I assumed it was just exhaustion—the aftermath of everything we’d been through. Camille had left behind a scar on us both, but we’d closed that door. Or so I thought. Now I’m not sure.She still moves through the house with the same smile, still kisses me good morning and lets her head linger on my chest when she wakes. But there's a distance in her eyes that wasn’t there before. Like she’s looking at me from across an invisible ocean, and I can’t reach her no matter how close I get.Something is wrong. I can feel it.She laughs when she needs to. She smiles at Wendy like the world begins and ends in her daughter’s eyes. And she touches me—soft touches, practiced ones. A hand on my back while I’m in my office. A kiss to my cheek when she heads upstairs. But they don’t linger the way they used to. I feel the pauses, the hesitation. The way her body leans but her soul pulls back.She’s here…but not.And

ERIC’S POVI stand across the street from Mia’s house, leaning on the hood of my car. As I look through the windows, I think about all the times we’ve spent together. Our marriage haunts me every day. We had so many memories.Too many to forget. Too many to ignore.I know I shouldn’t be here. Hell, I know she’d probably slam the door in my face if she saw me. She made her choice. She made it loud and clear the day I divorced her. As if that wasn’t bad enough, she built a life with that fool, Alexander.But I also know something she doesn't—she never truly let me go. I believe she still loves me. Even if she doesn’t know it yet. We have history. And it’s not something you can just erase.I remember the good times in our marriage. Not the fights. Not the cold silences.But the beginning.Before it got boring. Before I started looking elsewhere. Before Julia.God, Julia. That woman can’t hold a candle to Mia. Not even close. Julia is about appearances, about power plays and keeping score