All Chapters of Ex-Husband’s Nemesis: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Chapter 81Andrea’s POVI nearly choked on my coffee when Jason’s face popped up on my screen.He looked expressionless . Cold. Like he was reading a script straight off the teleprompter with no soul behind it.But I knew better.Beneath that polished suit and deadpan expression, I could see the cracks. The stiffness in his shoulders. The way his eyes avoided the cameras. He looked like a man holding his breath underwater—desperate not to drown, trying to make it seem like this was all under control.It wasn’t.He was miserable, and he felt like a damn loser for standing up there. I could see it in the way his jaw twitched after every sentence like he had to force the words out without spitting. He didn’t want to do this. This wasn’t some noble act of redemption. He didn’t have a choice.And the way he was acting—like he was one broken, lonely ex-husband who had no choice but to drag my name because of how pained and heartbroken he was? So pathetic. Some things never change. Even now,

Chapter 83I sat in the car, still trying to make sense of what had just happened. Claire and Jason can’t stand each other—that was one thing I was very much aware of. They were like cats and rats, so the question popped into my head again: Why was Jason walking out of Claire’s boutique?I shifted in my seat, chewing the inside of my cheek. My head was spinning with questions I couldn’t answer. The more I thought about it, the more restless I felt.Sitting here wasn’t going to give me answers. I opened the door and started walking down to the boutique.The receptionist welcomed me with a smile when I got in.“Good afternoon, ma. Welcome to Claire’s.”I returned a polite nod. “Hi, I’m here to see Claire.”“One moment, please.”She picked up the phone, I could tell by the way she looked at me that she recognized me.I waited, arms crossed, eyes drifting toward the hallway. A second later, she looked up.“You can go ahead.”I walked past her desk, my pace steady—even though my thoughts we

Chapter 85Jason pov I woke up to a sharp, hammering pain in my head, I groaned dragging a hand down my face as I sat up. It felt like someone was pounding my skull with a hammer. I opened my eyes wider, but everything still looked blurry.“Shit,” I muttered, rubbing my eyes until my vision cleared. I looked around the room.Claire wasn’t there.Where did she go this early?I swung my legs off the bed and stood up, only to stumble, catching the edge of the nightstand to steady myself.I needed some water. My mouth was dry, and I could still taste the whiskey from last night.Just as I was about to call out for someone, the door creaked open.Claire walked in, with a maid holding a bowl and a jar of water.“Good morning, sir,” the maid greeted.I ignored.“You can hand it over to me,” Claire said to the maid. The maid gave her the tray and left.She marched toward me, handing over the bowl like she was doing me a favor she’d rather not.“Here. Hangover soup,” she said stiffly.I blink

Chapter 87 Jake's pov The cheers from the crowd were deafening, but all I could hear was the pounding of my heartbeat.I held her hands tightly, feeling the faint tremble in her fingers against mine. She looked a bit shaken like she didn’t know where we were anymore. The effect of the kiss, maybe.I hadn’t planned for that to happen, but seeing how the guests cheered us on, it would’ve been weird if a couple didn’t kiss during their engagement.Still, when my lips touched hers, nothing else in that room mattered to me.It felt real.But I was sure Andrea didn’t see it that way. Maybe it was the heat of the moment messing with my head that had to be it.It was just a kiss.Just part of the show.I told myself that over and over, gripping her hand a little tighter like I could force the lie to stick.Cameras were still flashing around us. I already knew that by the time we woke up tomorrow, the engagement would be all over the news.I lifted our joined hands in the air like we’d just

Chapter 89The phone was still pressed against my ear, Jason’s heavy breathing crackling through the line like static. My hand tightened into a fist at my side.“Who the hell do you think you are,” I hissed, “telling me who I can and can’t marry?”There was a pause, and then Jason’s laugh — low, bitter — spilled into my ear.“You think this is just anybody?” he said, his voice cutting sharp. “Jake isn’t just some fling you picked up, Andrea. He’s my stepbrother. The world will eat you alive for this. You’ll look like a—”“I don’t care what you or anybody thinks,” I yelled, my voice shaking with anger. “And maybe you should be more worried about your sinking company. Investors are pulling out every damn day because of your little scandals. That’s the real headline, Jason. Not who I’m marrying.”“You’re doing this to get my attention,” he said suddenly like he’d found the answer and it pleased him. “All of this… this little stunt… it’s all for me.”I let out a laugh so cold it startled