All Chapters of Ex-Husband’s Nemesis: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Chapter 42The morning came too soon. I lay on my bed, squeezing my eyes shut. I didn’t feel like getting up today. I buried my face in the pillow thinking about how I could avoid Jake this morning. I knew the moment I stepped out, I would see him. And he was the last person I needed to see right now. Last night’s memory was still fresh in my mind—how was I supposed to look him in the eyes after he had seen me half-naked?“Oh Andrea, I didn’t see anything, if it makes you feel better.” Those were his words last night. Lies. I knew he saw me, so there was no way I would feel better.“Ugh!” I hit my legs against the bed. Should I just pretend I’m sick? No, that would make my parents worried, and Jake would see right through it. He would just tease me about it. So what can I do?My stomach growled a sharp reminder that I had skipped dinner last night. If I skipped breakfast too, my mother would surely ask questions, and I didn’t want them to know about this whole drama with Jake.I grum

Chapter 44I stood at the front door, waiting for Claire. I just couldn’t sit inside. The moment I woke up, the first thing I did was text her the address and get ready. After months apart, I was finally going to see my best friend.“Andrea, your visitor must be important to you,” my mom said, watching me tap my foot impatiently. “You’ve been standing outside all morning.”“Yes, Mom, she’s Claire. My best friend. Ever since I divorced Jason, I lost all communication with her after he locked me up.”“I’m glad you’re finally meeting her again,” she said warmly. “I’ll tell Annabel to arrange some snacks and drinks for you two.”“Thanks, Mom.” She left, but I barely noticed. My eyes stayed locked on the gate.A car horn blared outside. I straightened instantly. “Open the gate quickly,” I told the gateman.The gate swung open, and a black SUV drove in. I recognized it instantly—it was Claire’s. The moment she stepped out and saw me, she ran. Without thinking, I ran too. We hugged each othe

Chapter 46Claire’s POV“I hate that bitch!” I screamed, gripping the steering wheel as I sped away from the Sinclairs’ estate. My hands trembled with rage. Why is she always the lucky one?“Andrèa Sinclair,” I mocked, squeezing my face in disgust. If only she knew how much I couldn’t stand her. How did I even miss that she was a Sinclair? She played her cards so well. And even though Jason had already told me who she was, at the event in Seattle, I still hated that she had lied to me.She always acts like a saint, like she’s incapable of hurting a fly. But she could pull this whole thing off so well.Oh, I didn’t mean to lie to you, Claire. I mimicked rolling my eyes. Always playing the victim and seeking sympathy. That's what I hated the most about her.My mind flashed back to when we first met in college. She had approached me, looking lost, and asked if I knew where the library was. She was new, and I happened to be heading there too, so I showed her the way. That’s how it started

Chapter 48Andrea’s POV“You don’t have to babysit me, you know,” Jake murmured, giving me his usual teasing look.I shot him a glance as I shifted in my seat. “How is accompanying you to the hospital considered babysitting, Jake?”“You don’t get my point, Andrea.” He exhaled dramatically, leaning back against the seat. “My hand has an issue, not my legs or eyes. I could’ve come to the hospital by myself.”“Stop whining. We’re already here.” I gestured toward the window as Paul pulled the car to a smooth stop in the hospital parking lot. “Come on, let’s get this over with.”“If I didn’t come with you, I’m sure you’d just sit in your room and rip the stitches out yourself, not caring if it got infected,” I added.A smirk pulled at his lips as he turned to me. “You think that little of me, huh?”I gave him a pointed look. “You can be reckless, Jake. Now, let’s end this conversation and get you checked.”To my surprise, he didn’t argue. Instead, he pushed open the car door and stepped ou

Chapter 50“How did you get here?” I asked, staring at Claire, dumbfounded.“Oh, Andrea…” Claire’s voice trembled as she took a step closer. “Are you okay?” Tears gathered in her eyes.Finally, I thought, someone I could be vulnerable with.“Wait—Andrea, is that blood?” Claire gasped, dropping her bag. She rushed toward me, her eyes wide with worry. “Did you hurt yourself?” Her grip tightened around my hand as tears spilled down her cheeks.“Claire, please stop crying. I’m fine, honestly.”“No, you’re not fine, Andrea! You’re shaking. Don’t try to act strong in front of me—it doesn’t work on me. I know when you’re hurt. For God’s sake, you’re bleeding!” She held my hand firmly, guiding me to sit down. Then, she took out a handkerchief from her bag and tied it around my wound.“This will stop the bleeding for now,” she said, sniffing. “You know what? Let’s go to the hospital so it doesn’t get infected. Stand up, let’s go.”“No, Claire, It’s just a little bruise. I don’t need to go to t