บททั้งหมดของ Dumped by Ex , I married his Uncle : บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

Ben’s glass trembled in his hand as he took a slow sip of water, but the moment the cold liquid hit the back of his throat, he choked hard. A sudden, uncontrolled cough tore through his chest, catching Serena off guard.She rushed to his side without hesitation, gently patting his back. “Are you okay?” she asked, her brows drawn in concern.Ben nodded, forcing out a breath between coughs. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine. Just went down the wrong pipe,” he said hoarsely, forcing a tight smile as he leaned forward slightly, clearing his throat.Serena watched him carefully for a moment longer, then slowly returned to her seat, setting her now-empty wineglass on the side table.Ben swallowed again, as if trying to steady something far deeper than water. “Please, continue your story,” he said, his tone casual but his eyes a shade too alert.Serena gave him a small smile, but it didn’t reach her eyes. Instead, her gaze drifted to the flickering candle flame on the coffee table, her expression tighte

The fire in the hearth had long since died down, leaving only a soft orange glow flickering against the walls. The rest of the house was wrapped in silence, the kind of stillness that only comes in the deepest hours of the night. Outside, the moon sat high in the velvet sky, casting silver light through the gauzy curtains. But inside the living room, time seemed suspended.Ben and Serena were sprawled across the plush rug in front of the fireplace, the Truth or Dare game long past its silly dares and playful teasing. The wine bottle sat half-empty on the low table beside them, the cards forgotten, their laughter now replaced by something deeper quieter. More intimate.Serena lay on her side, propped up on one elbow, watching Ben with soft, thoughtful eyes. Her lips still curved slightly from a recent smile, but her expression had shifted—gentled by the moment, tethered by something far more real than a game.“You really cried watching The Lion King?” she asked teasingly, her fingers i

Ben sat alone in the study, the soft amber glow of the desk lamp illuminating the sharp angles of his face. Outside, night had cloaked the estate in quiet, the only sounds were the occasional chirp of crickets and the distant rustle of wind through the trees.But inside him, there was a storm.He leaned back in the leather chair, his eyes fixed on the swirling glass of brandy in his hand. The fireplace crackled nearby, casting flickering shadows on the tall bookshelves that lined the walls. Normally, the room brought him calm. It was his sanctuary. But tonight… it offered no peace.His thoughts were with her.Serena.The woman who had slipped so effortlessly into his guarded life. Who had broken down his walls not with force but with softness—with laughter, late-night conversations, with the way she danced barefoot in the kitchen and fell asleep mid-sentence in his arms. The past week had been magic.He had let himself feel things he hadn’t in years. Maybe ever.He had watched her sle

Casedepero Lounge was dimly lit and stylish, with velvet chairs, low golden lights, and a jazz trio playing in the corner. Ben walked in, scanning the room with the sharp, assessing gaze of a man used to being in control.And there she was.Stacy sat at a secluded table, sipping a martini, her lips painted blood red and her dress clinging to her like silk on fire. She waved him over with an infuriating smile.“Well, well,” she purred as he slid into the seat across from her. “You came.”“I came for answers,” he said curtly, not bothering with pleasantries.“Of course,” she murmured, tracing the rim of her glass with one finger. “But first, let’s drink to old times.”Ben ignored the offer and leaned forward. “How do you know about Serena’s parents?”Stacy tilted her head, smirking. “I told you, I have my ways. You’re not the only one who’s been digging through the past, Ben. You should know me by now I always land on my feet. And lately, I’ve been… curious.”He stared at her, expressio

The moment the door clicked shut behind Ben, the sly smile on Stacy’s face widened into a full-blown grin. Her eyes flickered to the dimly lit corner of the suite where a small, sleek black camera, no larger than a thumb drive, blinked faintly behind a decorative vase on the table across the bed.She threw the sheets off her body and got out of bed with a catlike stretch, her silk robe now draped loosely over her shoulders. The scent of perfume and sin still lingered in the room, and she breathed it in as if victory had its own intoxicating aroma.“You think you’re smart, huh, Ben?” she said aloud to the empty room, walking over to the vase. Her heels clicked softly on the marble floor. “You think it’s over because you walked out with your conscience dragging behind you like a kicked dog.”She retrieved the hidden camera with delicate precision, smirking at the blinking light. “But I’ve got the real power now.”She walked over to the laptop she’d hidden under the bed, slid it out, and