Semua Bab Dear Ex-Husband, Revenge is Mine!: Bab 141 - Bab 150

Rhoda was awake.Her eyes were open as she stared blankly at the ceiling, and as I peered closely, I could see that she was rhythmically tapping her fingers on the bed like she was counting sheep or something.Aside from that, she looked like a ghost. Pale, white, sickly…I wasn’t sure I could do this. Talk to her.I turned around and walked out of the room only to run into Maverick’s chest. He held me steady before I could tip off balance. “Easy, Angel,” he murmured.I narrowed my eyes slightly at him. “I thought you said you had to get to work?”We hadn’t been here up to ten minutes when Maverick received a call and then said that he had something to do at the office and asked if I’d be okay.Which, of course, I thought I could manage all on my own. But apparently, I couldn’t.“Changed my mind,” he said, a tight smile on his face. “Looks like you need me here more than anyone at the office does.”I let out a sigh of relief I didn’t even realize I was holding. Maverick was here. Ev

MAVERICK Holding her changed everything.It shouldn’t have surprised me, not after the way I’d already loved her without even knowing she was mine. But having Amethyst in my arms, her little hand gripping my finger, her eyes blinking up at me with curiosity and trust… it hit me like a goddamn train.And it gutted me in the same breath.Because I missed everything. Her first laugh. Her first steps. Her first fever. Her first everything. Little moments that should’ve belonged to me as much as they belonged to Iris. But they didn’t. Because Iris hadn’t trusted me. Because she kept her from me.And the worst fucking part? I understood it.I didn’t want to. God, I didn’t. I wanted to be angry, furious, petty even. But I wasn’t. I was just… hollow. There was no part of my life that prepared me to be a father. Nothing in my past that told me I could be trusted with a child. Hell, I could barely even trust myself.But I held her. And for the first time in my life, I wasn’t afraid of what tha

IRIS My entire body went cold as I froze in my spot.It wasn’t shock I felt. It wasn’t even fear—or at least I didn’t think so.All I know that I felt right now was fury.Pure, white-hot, gut-wrenching fury that spread from the pit of my stomach all the way to my fingertips. This was no time no freeze.My legs moved even before my brain did, and I stormed forward, keeping my voice sharp and low as I seethed.“Put her down. Now.”Quentin Sinclair held Amethyst in his arms like she was something that he owned. His expression remained smug, like nothing about this was wrong.He squinted slightly. “You know, now that I think of it, your daughter does look like Sebastian. Just a little.” The corner of his mouth pulled up in a smirk.I swallowed thickly. “I said, put her down!” My voice cracked like a whip.I heard a door slide open and Chelsea’s head peeked out of Rhoda’s room as though she was looking for the source of the sound.“Get back inside, baby,” I heard Megan say quickly behind

IRIS The energy around Maverick was different when he came back into the room.He didn’t seem angry. No. Not even cold. Just… distant. Maybe his father had said something that really hit him where it hurt.I walked up to him. “Everything okay?”Maverick’s eyes met mine for a moment, swirling with something I understood to be hurt, but it was gone before I could even blink. I started to reach for his face but he turned away sharply.My stomach churned and my skin started to itch. Something was definitely wrong. But he passed it off as nothing, forcing a smile as he stepped away from me. “Yeah, fine.”Rhoda had drifted off a few minutes ago, a light snore escaping her lips as the sedatives had finally kicked in. And Chelsea was asleep beside her, while Amy was feeding in her stroller. Megan had stepped away not to long ago to make an important phone call, so I was the only person awake and present in the room.“Maverick, your dad. Has he…”His jaw clenched. “Yeah, he’s gone,” he replie

IRIS There was no turning back.Maverick kissed me like he was both furious and starved. Like I was the bridge between him and his sanity, and he needed to be inside me just to breathe again.He backed me up against the wall and I let him, because part of me wanted it just as badly as he did. Not because it was the healthy thing to do. Not because this was how we should’ve been healing.But because this was us.We were raw. Reckless. Fucking ruined.His hands tugged my shirt over my head in one swift pull, his mouth crashing against mine again the moment it was out of the way. He pressed me against the wall, his teeth dragging across my lower lip until I whimpered.“Still mad at me?” I whispered against his mouth as I roamed my hands over his chest, pushing his shirt off his shoulders and tossing it aside with his help.His hand slid around to cup my jaw. “So mad,” he rasped. “Mad enough to fuck you until you forget your own name.”I moaned as he lifted me off the floor, my legs inst