All Chapters of Divorced By Mistake: Reclaiming My Ex-wife : Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

(Ethan)We barely made it to the living room, when I reached for Natasha’s mouth, entering her roughly.Clothes comes off in a rush as I pin her down on the couch, deepening the kiss.Yes, this was what I needed right now — to drift into mindless physical pleasure.She reminded me so much of her, that night. And ever since then, I've fucked her more times than I could count.She moans into my mouth, her hand over my neck as I devoured her lips.But then, I pause abruptly, my eyes snapping to the television, of course as usual, it's on, I hardly remember to turn it off.I paled as the reporter goes on and on about the recent incident, my face completely bleached of color. I break free from Natasha's hold instantly and jerked to my feet, ignoring the confusion on her face.Dean—- he's been shot by that sick bitch.I throw my shirt back on instantly, my heart racing faster.“What's going on?” came Natasha's strangled voice.I don't reply, I threw her clothes on her, hearing nothing aside

(Ethan)Ivy?That names echoes in my head repeatedly as I walk into my bedroom, my mind in distraught.I let out a deep breath and plopped down on the bed.Dean said she's Ivy, not Tricia and it made little or no sense, perhaps we weren't talking about the same person.Why would she lie about her name?I shake my head, convincing myself that there might be a mix up somewhere, somehow.I could have argued this with Dean, but he isn't strong enough, he just got off a really bad state, and dealing with my issues is out of it.But then, my mind spirals.Why do I feel like something's off about this whole thing? If it isn't then why was she avoiding me?I could understand the zero reaction upon seeing me, I mean, most people always put one-night stands behind them.I barely even remember most of the faces I spent the night with, and even more, from years ago.But then, ignoring me when I called her name, feels off.The feeling of someone's arms, hugging me from behind, alerted my senses.“

(Rihanna)His eyes sweeps all over me as I settle at the backseat with him. And then he looks away, adjusting his suit jacket.The drive to my house is spent in an awkward silence and the only time I said a word was to Joel about my address.Besides, what exactly do I say to a man who has constantly tortured me mentally?It feels so suffocating sitting next to him and even more when I felt his gaze on me but I didn't dare look his way.Well, not until his phone rang and his stern tone forces my eyes to him.“I don't give a shit, you make sure those reports are on my desk by tomorrow morning, else your entire team will be out of job!” He scoffs with a terrible scowl before pocketing his cell phone.I blanch at the coldness of his tone, one I'm so used to but that doesn't make it any less terrifying.I wasn't sure what kind of expression I had, but whatever it was, it erased the scowl from his face the moment his eyes landed on me.Gotta admit, Calvin smells so nice and —- he's ridiculou

(Ivy)Weeks passed and he didn't bother me, I thought he wouldn't push this but clearly I was wrong.The man showed up just when I thought he had given this up, with that same confident smirk from that night, one I was dying to smack off his face.Well, he knows it's me but it wouldn't hurt to convince him otherwise.But that was an awful try, because dude was certain, pushing my defiance right out of the window.But being the stubborn ass that I'm so proud of being, I refused to back down…you can put it down to my instincts as a lawyer.I had to keep up with it, if I want to get him off unscathed.He stares at me, his lips a thin line as I refuted. And that tells me how unwilling he is to give it up.Finally, I was able to walk away, without him trying to stop me. But even as I slide into my car, his last question echoes in my head, and the more I try to shut them out, the louder they get. “Why are you running away from me?”I shake my head, as if snapping out of it, and then I blanc

(Ethan)I called in and learned from the chairwoman’s assistant that she was available to see me.So I rounded up my morning meetings and by ten to eleven in the morning, I was on my way to Ferns.I haven't stepped foot in here in a really long time and as I walked in, I was more than awed at how incredibly well mother was handling things around here.I didn't miss the stares and the whispers that erupted within the staffs at my sudden appearance, of which I paid no mind to.I nod at Martha, her assistant before pulling the office door of my precious mother open.She was sitting glamorously behind her desk, surprise and curiosity shinning through her expression as she sees me. “To what do I owe this pleasant visit, son?” She asked as I closed the door behind me.I give her a wry smile and settle into the chair opposite her. “Good morning, mother.” I stalled. “Well, I saw the news about Fern's new business interest. I figured it'd be wise to come around and see how things are going,” I