All Chapters of My Ex-Husband Wants Me Back After Two Years Of Divorce : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Laura. The party was in full swing when we entered the hall. The first thing I did was look around and search for the big fish. One thing about large parties like this is that you need to mingle to make more connections and friends in the industry. Speaking of making connections, I spotted Shirley already working her charm. She was flirting with Asher Reed, the only son and heir of Thomas Reed, the owner of a billion-dollar oil company. I see she’s learning well. “Where do you want to go next?” I asked, pulling my attention from the crowd to the man who hadn’t said anything since we left the red carpet. I meant it when I called him an asshole; he doesn’t get to treat me like I’m nothing and then act like he’s the victim. “Somewhere quiet,” he replied so quietly that if the music had been louder, I wouldn’t have heard him. Somewhere quiet? “Aren’t you the CEO, Jackson? You should be out here engaging with your guests, not looking for somewhere quiet,” I pointed out, but all

Jackson“I did just that—”“If you had, then why is your daughter in this hall right now?” Mom pressed, growing angrier by the second.Mr. Grant looked around nervously. “Nicole can’t be here, Mrs. Davenport. You must be mistaken,” he said, trying to cover with an awkward laugh.Mom stared at him sternly. “Are you calling me a liar?”I knew I had to step in. “Okay, that’s enough, Mom.”“It isn’t enough until I know that swine is out of here.” Again with the names.“Mom—”“Why is she back in our lives? Doesn’t she have enough sugar daddies she can whore herself to?” she asked, and I had finally had enough.“Mom!” I called without raising my voice, but that was enough to grab her attention.“I’m not going to stand here and listen to you call her names, Mom.”Even though we weren’t together, that didn’t mean she had the right to demean her. Nicole was the mother of my children, and I wouldn’t let her be disrespected like this.“Jack.”“Ladies and gentlemen, if I could have your attention

Nicole. I was quick to stop overreacting. Baby? He hasn't called me that before so it surprised me. “Thank you,” I smiled at him as he pulled back from the hug. “I knew you could do it.” The next person to pull me into a hug was Mom, who spoke softly in my ear about how wonderfully I did before letting me go so Theodore could take me around the hall. For the next twenty-five minutes, I moved from one group to another. Theodore spent the evening introducing Mom and me to his business partners, with every curious eye on us. The women here seemed to look at me with envy, as if they all desperately wanted to be in my place. I hadn’t had a chance to speak with the Davenports tonight, but I was determined to make that happen before the evening ended. When introductions were over, it was time to dance. Theodore pulled me onto the dance floor first before handing me over to Rowan, who made his way to Mom. “Can I have this dance, my lady?” he asked, bending slightly with his hand ou

Nicole. I didn’t act like I knew she had walked in; I waited, still leaning against the counter, to hear what she was going to say. I knew she didn’t come into this restroom by coincidence—she came in here because she knew I was here. “I thought we made it clear that we do not want you around our lives anymore, Nicole?” she began. I acted like I didn’t hear her and checked my makeup in the mirror while pulling away from the counter and opening my bag to apply more lipstick. Her heels clanked on the floor as she walked forward. “I’m talking to you, Nicole,” she hissed. I applied my lipstick and rubbed my lips together to get the perfect mixture before putting the lipstick back in my bag. From the corner of my eye, I could see her fuming—smoke was practically coming out of her ears, and I loved it. “Do you think Jackson would want you because of this?” she asked, inching closer. “If you think Jackson would take you back because of this, then you are wrong! Jackson doesn’t want

Jackson. I couldn’t find the right time to have a conversation with Nicole. She was moving around the hall the whole night, and anytime I tried to talk to her, Rowan would appear out of nowhere. So, for the entire night until the party was over, I couldn’t speak with her about our children. “Let’s go,” I growled, the words tasting bitter in my mouth as I watched Nicole still standing beside Rowan. That wasn’t what bothered me; his hand was around her waist. He was touching her and didn’t look repentant about it. I ground my teeth as I brought my gaze back to my family. I didn’t bother looking at my mom’s face because I knew she was mad and had a lot of questions, but I wasn’t in any mood to answer them. The ride to the mansion was silent. Nobody said a thing, and even Shirley, who was usually talkative, didn’t say anything, though I could see the questions and words she desperately wanted to express. When the driver pulled up in front of Mom's house, I waited for her to get ou