All Chapters of Once His: Chased By Ex-husband: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Taylah tightened her grip on the lockets in her hands, feeling nothing but foolish for ever considering the possibility of making amends with Arjan. But it wasn’t even a real reconciliation—Arjan had never even bothered to seek out the truth. “I’ve followed every single one of your damn orders. The least you could do is let me see my grandparents—they’re the only family I have,” she cried, her voice breaking as the frustration she had been holding in finally spilled out in the form of tears. It infuriated her to be treated so unfairly, all because of Dia’s baseless accusations. Arjan stood frozen, stunned by her sudden outburst. She had never raised her voice at him before. And now… how dare she? Before he could respond, a knock on the door interrupted their conversation. Taylah quickly turned away, wiping her tears, but the quiet sniffles betrayed her efforts to hide her pain. She turned around, a radiant smile finally gracing her face. At last, her grandfather stood at the doo

The sound of his breathing made her shudder. Even though he ate in silence, his mere presence felt suffocating. His existence alone was enough to threaten her to the core.“Looks like my brother is obsessed with you,” Arjan suddenly spoke, breaking the heavy silence. His deep voice sent an unsettling chill through her, making her shiver.“In these two months, Ethan has only been asking about you. Did you bewitch him too? Or do you have a secret relationship with him?” Arjan tilted his head, his piercing gaze locking onto her.Was he seriously accusing her of having an affair? Did he even care?He was openly indulging in his relationship with Dia, despite her being his brother’s wife. How disgusting. Their entire relationship was twisted. And yet, he dared to question her?Taylah remained silent. What was the point of explaining? It was useless—he wouldn’t believe her anyway. She was exhausted from trying to justify herself to someone who didn’t even care whether she was okay or not.H

A victorious grin stretched against Dia's lips as if she won some game. She just hummed and got into the car without saying anything. It didn't go unwatched by onlookers. Sure enough, it would hit up another trending news in a few minutes. Arjan hopped into the car and hit the road. The ride was so silent, and they didn't break it until Arjan pulled the car over some lakeside. "You know you don't have to be so dramatic. Bringing me to the lake just to have some words," Dia sluggishly said. "Dia... Stop being irrational. Why are you ignoring me? From the text to the meeting, you ghosted me as if I didn't even exist," Arjan tried to hold back his frustration, but he failed to do so. He just banged the steering, cursing under his breath. A scoff. Yeah, Arjan heard a scoff from Dia. "Think of what you did, Mr Arjan Davier. Don't you think you have to explain something to me," Dia stomped out of the car, showing her anger through her actions. Arjan sighed defeatedly and got out o

Things had been gradually settling down since the social media accounts were taken care of. It had taken a great deal of effort and money from the Davier family. Taylah had been staying indoors, living like a typical housewife, tending to household chores. But being confined inside had severely affected her mental health.While she suffered, there were people—no, two people—who were genuinely worried about her.Dicentra kept zoning out, her focus slipping again and again. She had been cleaning the table for nearly half an hour. It was a hectic Saturday night, with people crowding in. By around 3 AM, almost all the customers had left the bar.She snapped back to reality when she felt a tap on her shoulder.“You’ve been cleaning the same spot for almost half an hour, Di… Where’s your mind, buddy?” Louis leaned against the table, facing Dicentra, who let out a heavy sigh as she mirrored his stance.“I haven’t been able to reach Taylah… It’s been four or five months. I don’t trust the Dav

The car ride was silent. The air between them was thick, but neither of them dared to speak. She wasn't ready to confront him and waste her energy. It was already too much for them to digest that she was going to a year-end party with Arjan that had nothing to do with her at all. When the car pulled up to the grand venue, the lights from the chandeliers inside spilt out onto the red carpet outside. As the door opened, Taylah was greeted by flashing cameras and the buzz of reporters’ voices. The chaos hit her all at once. “Mr Davier, are the rumours true about You and Mrs Dia Davier dating even though you are married?” “Mrs Taylah Davier, can you tell us how married life is treating you? Words leaked that you guys are expecting? Is that true?” “What happened between Davier's young couple? The brides seemed switched. Any word about that, Mr Davier?” Taylah blinked rapidly, overwhelmed by the barrage of questions. She wasn’t used to this. The attention, the scrutiny—it wasn’t her w