All Chapters of CHASING HIS BARREN EX WIFE : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

BONUS CHAPTER (+1)ELIZA’S POVEveryone thought I was fine.That was the funniest part.They said it casually, like a fact. Like weather.“Eliza’s strong.”“Eliza always lands on her feet.”“Eliza’s doing great, have you seen her lately?”I smiled when they said it. I laughed. I learned how to tilt my head just right so it looked convincing. I learned how to soften my eyes so no one looked too closely. I learned how to be charming again, how to be sharp and witty and unbothered.Inside, I was rotting.It wasn’t dramatic at first. It never is. It was quiet. Subtle. A hairline crack you only notice when the whole wall collapses.I woke up tired even after sleeping. I forgot words mid-sentence. Sounds felt too loud, lights too bright, silence too heavy. I started feeling irritated by things that used to feel neutral. The way Lucien cleared his throat. The way he folded his shirts with military precision. The way he checked his watch while I was talking.Lucien.My husband.The only perso

BONUS CHAPTER (+3)ELIZA’S POVI messed up.The realization came before my eyes even opened, before my body fully registered where I was. It arrived as a quiet, sinking certainty, the kind that settles in your bones and refuses to move.Warmth surrounded me. An arm heavy across my waist. Steady breathing at my back.I didn’t know his name.I knew the shape of his chest, the rhythm of his breathing, the way his hand rested on me like it belonged there. And God help me, I loved it. I loved the simplicity of it. The wordless closeness. The fact that someone wanted me enough to pull me close in sleep without thinking twice.That was the worst part.It wasn’t passion that undid me. It was tenderness.For a year, I had starved quietly. No touch. No heat. No sense of being desired. I told myself I was strong enough to survive it, that love didn’t need hands or mouths or bodies. That commitment was enough.But lying there, wrapped in a stranger’s warmth, my body sighed like it had finally bee

Bonus Chapter (+5)ElizaI didn’t know how long I cried.Time felt strange in Freya’s café, like it had loosened its grip on reality just for me. My tears slowed eventually, turning into hiccupping breaths and shaky exhales that burned my throat. Freya never rushed me. She didn’t tell me it was enough, didn’t tell me to calm down, didn’t look at the clock or sigh or shift away.She just stayed.When I finally pulled back, my face felt swollen and tight, my eyes aching. I wiped my cheeks with the heel of my hand, embarrassed in that hollow, exhausted way that always comes after breaking down in front of someone.“I’m sorry,” I said hoarsely. “I didn’t mean to… dump all that on you.”Freya shook her head immediately. “Don’t apologize.”I let out a weak laugh. “You say that like you don’t know how much of a mess I am.”She smiled softly. “I say that because I do.”That made something twist painfully in my chest.I stared down at our joined hands. Her skin looked warm against mine, alive.

Bonus Chapter (+7)ElizaThe truth didn’t come out all at once.It never does.It started as pressure behind my eyes, as a tremor in my hands that wouldn’t stop no matter how tightly I laced my fingers together. Freya sat across from me at the small kitchen table, her mug untouched, her attention entirely on me in that way she had. Not impatient. Not prying. Just… present.“You’re shaking,” she said softly.“I know.” My voice cracked. “I can’t make it stop.”She stood, came around the table, and knelt in front of me, her hands warm around mine. “Then don’t talk yet. Breathe first.”I tried. God, I tried. But the words were pressing against my ribs like they would shatter me if I didn’t let them out.“The baby,” I whispered. “It’s not—”I stopped.Freya’s face didn’t change, but something in her eyes sharpened. “Not what?”I closed my eyes. “It’s not Lucien’s.”The silence that followed was violent.Not because she yelled. Not because she pulled away. But because she went very still, l

Bonus Chapter (+9)Eliza’s POVThe room smelled like him.Soap. Warm skin. Something faintly metallic from the rain outside. The kind of smell that only exists when two people have shared silence for too long and finally let it break.We were tangled together beneath the sheets, half dressed, half undone, the blanket pulled up lazily around our waists like a fragile truce. His arm was heavy around my shoulders, grounding, possessive in a way that felt different now. Not control. Not habit.Choice.Lucien’s thumb traced slow circles against my arm, absentminded, thoughtful. His breathing had steadied, but I could feel the tension humming under his skin, like a wire pulled too tight.“I meant what I said,” he murmured into the dim. “About honesty.”I didn’t respond immediately.My chest felt full. Not with peace. With pressure.“I don’t want secrets anymore,” he continued quietly. “No omissions. No half truths. I don’t want us surviving. I want us clean.”Clean.The word made my stomach