All Chapters of Not His Wife Anymore: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

All morning, Naya couldn’t stop thinking about the locked office.She kept telling herself it didn’t matter it was just Zipper’s work stuff but every time she walked past that hallway, her eyes drifted toward the door.By lunchtime, she gave up pretending it wasn’t bothering her.Zipper was at the kitchen counter, typing on his laptop, a half-empty mug beside him. He looked relaxed, focused, sleeves rolled up, hair slightly messy.Naya poured herself coffee and tried to sound casual. “So… that office of yours. What’s in there, anyway?”He looked up briefly. “Paperwork. Contracts. Stuff that would bore you to death.”“Boring is fine,” she said lightly. “I can handle boring.”He smirked. “I doubt it. You look like the type who breaks out in hives if you see too many spreadsheets.”She narrowed her eyes. “That’s not an answer.”“It’s work, Naya,” he said simply, closing his laptop. “Nothing secret. Just private.”She hesitated, then forced a smile. “Private, huh? Sounds mysterious.”“Mys

"Mmmhnn", she moaned...Zipper slid a finger out of her, and Naya threw her head back. When she came back up for air, she saw him smiling down at her, all nakedness, all six feet of him. He leaned in and kissed her again.She laughed softly against his mouth. “You’re going to be late,” she whispered. She glanced at the alarm on the table. It was 7am the next morning.“I don’t care,” he said, voice low but easy. He pressed another kiss to her shoulder, then rolled off the bed, stretching as he walked to the bathroom.Naya watched him go, her lips curving without her meaning to. Everything about Zipper was larger than life—the way he walked, the way he spoke, the way he made her feel like she was the only person that mattered.“Stop staring,” he called from the bathroom, teasing.“I’m not,” she said, though she was.“You are,” he said, stepping out with a towel around his waist. Water ran down his chest, and he grabbed his shirt from the chair. “You’re trouble, you know that?”She smile

Naya's povFor a long time, neither of them said anything. Zipper’s eyes searched her face.She swallowed hard. “I want the truth. What's not fair is everyone lying to me.”He pinched the bridge of his nose. “You wouldn’t have gone looking if you didn’t already know it.”Her voice shook. “Then say it. Don’t make me guess.”He looked away, running a hand over the back of his neck. “It’s not that simple, Naya.”“It’s never simple with you.”He sighed and started toward the study. “Come with me.”She hesitated but followed him anyway, her bare feet silent on the hardwood. When he pushed open the door, the familiar scent of cedar hit her again. The envelope she’d touched earlier sat on the desk exactly where she’d left it, but now it felt heavier just being there.Zipper turned to face her, his hand resting on the edge of the desk. “You saw what was inside?”“I didn’t mean to,” she said quietly. “I just—”He nodded once. “Yeah. You did.”There was no anger in his voice. Just tiredness.N

NayaThe first thing Naya noticed when she walked into the ballroom was how everyone seemed to know Zipper.And how every woman wanted to.She had expected the charity gala to be formal, quiet, maybe even boring. But under the glittering chandeliers of the Beverly Grand, it was loud, alive, and sparkling with people who looked like they had stepped out of magazine covers.Zipper fit right in. He was tall, calm, and ridiculously good-looking in his black tux. The bow tie looked too tight, but somehow it made him look even more expensive.She stood beside him in her fitted emerald dress, pretending not to notice the way women kept brushing past just to say hello.“Zipper,” one of them purred, fingers lightly touching his sleeve. “You never told us you were bringing someone.”He smiled politely. “Wasn’t sure I’d survive the night alone.”The woman laughed, throwing her head back. “I could’ve helped with that.”Naya forced a smile. “He’s doing fine, thanks.”The woman gave her a quick onc

Naya“Are you serious? No phones?”Zipper zipped his duffel shut and tossed it into the trunk. “Completely. No calls, no emails, no screens. Just us.”She folded her arms. “You know I can’t survive without music.”“You’ll live. I brought a speaker. Old-fashioned Bluetooth, no notifications.”“That’s cheating.”He smiled, sunglasses sliding down his nose. “That’s compromise.”She rolled her eyes, but the corner of her mouth lifted. He’d been hinting for days that he had “one last surprise.” Now she was standing beside his car in shorts and a loose white shirt, the Pacific air warm and salty.“Fine,” she said. “But if I get bored, I’m stealing your phone.”“You’ll be too busy.”****They reached the villa just before sunset. White walls, palm trees, and the sound of waves somewhere below the hill. The inside smelled of salt and lemons.Zipper carried the bags in while Naya explored barefoot, touching everything like she didn’t quite believe it was real.“This place is ridiculous,” she s