All Chapters of My Ex-Husband Wants Me Back After Two Years Of Divorce : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

It was a little Polaroid photo.I pulled it out for a closer look; it was a picture of a chubby little girl with green eyes and a head full of black hair. Just seeing the picture reminded me that this must be Jackson’s and Laura’s daughter. I remembered Laura being pregnant when I left.I stared at the photo for a full minute, trying to find any similarity between her and Jackson or even Laura. The baby looks nothing like them.“Do you want to talk about it now, Nicole?” Rowan asked, pulling my attention away from the picture.“Huh?” I asked, confused about what he meant.“Do you want to discuss the message I sent you? The one you left me on read without a word from you?” he asked again, and I immediately knew what he was referring to.My cheeks flushed as I blinked. Just yesterday, I had received a text from Rowan asking me out on a date. He had done that a couple of times before, but they always turned out to be playful pranks, so I assumed this was the same situation. But seeing th

Rowan. I have finally decided to take the bold step of asking Nicole out. I didn’t think she would give me a positive response; after everything she went through with her scumbag ex, I knew she wasn’t ready to date anytime soon. But I was okay with that. I was ready to wait another year or even three years for her to say yes if she had turned me down today. I was prepared to try my luck again some other time because I wasn’t ready to let her go. Nicole is a wonderful woman. She has the purest heart of anyone I have ever met, and she’s incredibly beautiful. Sometimes, when I gaze at her with goofy eyes, I wonder why her ex left her for his current fiancée. I can’t help but wonder what made him cheat on her. True, I know they didn’t marry because they weren’t in love, but who wouldn’t love Nicole? Having been around her for more than three years now, I can confidently say that I am deeply in love with her—if only there were a word that could capture how I feel. She embodies everyth

Jackson. I left the company feeling angry and ready to hit something; it still didn’t feel right. It doesn’t feel right that Nicole is now the CEO of my company. What did I miss? What didn’t I know while we were married? Why had I never realized she was related to Blackwood? I shook my head; that wasn’t possible. When we got married, Nicole had no one but her father; her mother wasn’t even alive back then. So why are they calling her mother Hannah Blackwood? None of this makes sense to me, no matter how hard I try to think it through. The house was quiet when I walked in. I knew Laura wasn’t back yet because her car wasn’t parked outside. I hung the car keys on the key stand and walked inside. I was somewhat thankful that Shirley's mom wasn’t there. I wasn’t ready to explain what had happened. I knew they would see the news soon, but I just didn’t have it in me to tell them. As I climbed the stairs, I frowned, wondering why the house was so quiet. I always expected to see Zoe

Jackson. I bathed Zoe and changed her into her nightdress, which was quite a hassle since I hadn’t done it before. While I was doing that, I couldn’t stop thinking about what Uriel had said. I still couldn’t believe that Laura would do something wicked to our baby. I looked at Zoe, who hadn’t stopped asking questions about what she saw on TV, and wondered if she could tell me what had happened while I wasn’t there. But knowing she was just three years old, I realized she wouldn’t be able to explain it. “Are you enjoying yourself, baby?” I asked, and she bobbed her head up and down. She ate her food while watching TV, and I couldn't help the gut-wrenching pain that hit me as I looked at her. I had failed her. I had failed her as a father, as a guardian. While I was busy trying to get my company in order, which I was a failure, I didn’t pay her any attention. “See, Daddy,” she tapped my hand, pulling me from my thoughts as she pointed at a hippopotamus on the screen. “That’s a h

Jackson. I tried to calm myself before doing anything. I didn’t want to say anything that would hurt her again. I moved forward, pulling her into my embrace before she could leave, and this time she didn’t resist. I wrapped my arms around her, burying my head between her shoulder and neck, greedily inhaling her scent. “I’m so sorry, baby. I shouldn’t have spoken to you that way. I…” I took a deep breath. “I’ve had a rough day.” And that was true. I knew I shouldn’t take my anger out on her, but I lost it when she started lying. If she just told me where she had been, I wouldn’t hurt her or reprimand her for going out—as long as she wasn’t cheating on me, I’d be fine. “You were rude just now, Jack,” she whispered, making no effort to hold me. I nodded. “I know, baby, and I apologize for that.” “I’m sorry for lying,” she whispered, just what I wanted to hear. “I should have told you the truth,” she continued, and I waited for her to explain where she’d really been. “