All Chapters of Divorced: Dear Ex It's Your Loss: Chapter 321 - Chapter 330

•Vera POV•The ache in my chest eased as I lingered in Eric’s hold, soaking in the comfort of his presence. I closed my eyes, breathing in his cologne and taking a deep breath to calm myself. I tried not to think about my baby, but the more I tried, the more my mind kept drifting toward her.“I want to see where you buried her,” I asked softly, my voice almost a whisper.Eric looked down at me as I pulled out of his hold. He stared at me with a sympathetic gaze, his lashes lowering as his eyes lingered on mine, broken and tired.“Vera, are you sure you want that now?” he asked, his voice soft but heavy with emotion.I nodded numbly without meeting his eyes. “At least let me see her grave. Let me take flowers there. Let me mourn my loss.”He cupped my cheek and lifted my face so I would look at him. “My love, I’m so sorry that you’re going through this…” He paused, his gaze dropping. “I’ll take you there, but promise me you’ll be strong.”“I will,” I replied, my voice a little louder t

•Vera POV•We sat in silence in the car as Eric drove down the road, looking toward my direction almost every second as if I would disappear if he looked away.I took in a deep breath and shoved my hand through my hair, pulling it up into a messy ponytail. For once, after spending time with Eric, I decided to let myself try not to worry about anything. Just for once. Just for tonight.I rested my head back against the seat and closed my eyes, allowing the calmness and sleep to slowly take over me. The soft hum of the engine faded into the background, and before I knew it, I drifted off.The sound of the car door closing woke me up. I blinked slowly and turned my head toward the direction of the sound, seeing that Eric had gotten out of the car. My body felt heavy, my neck stiff. I didn’t even remember when I fell asleep.He walked around the car and opened my door gently. Cool air brushed against my face.“I’m sorry, my love. I didn’t want to wake you up, but I realized you’re not com

•Vera POV•"Are you sure you want to do this?" Eric asked as I sat on the passenger side of the car while he took the driver's seat. "If you need time to think about it, then it's okay."I looked away from his direction for a while. Eric was right. After breakfast, when I had told him to take me to Juliet's house so I could talk to her, I had been feeling slightly uncomfortable. The idea of seeing her and talking to her felt off to me and I couldn't tell why.I looked back at him with a smile. "You all betrayed me and I have forgiven you and my mother. So I have forgiven her too, so I'm sure."He gave me a smile and brushed his hand softly against mine before turning on the car. He turned on some cool music on the stereo as he pulled into the road, and we stayed silent with only the sound of the music playing in the background.I looked toward the window, staring at the view of the city while I tapped my fingers on my lap. I found solace in the music until he pulled into the parking s

•Vera POV•"When do you plan on visiting the fashion industry?" Juliet asked as we were still seated on the couch. "I'm sure that place has missed your presence and the staff too."I sighed and brushed my hand through my hair. "I don't know, Jules. I feel bad whenever I think about it. A lot of people know about me being pregnant and also getting married."Juliet shifted, staring at me sympathetically as if she already knew what I was about to say even before I said it."Going back there without any of what they knew I had makes me so ashamed," I said, looking down as tears threatened to roll down my cheek. "I know people love to gossip and if they do, I might lose my mind when I get to know.""Oh Vera," Juliet muttered, taking my hand in hers. "I know why you're feeling this way, and I want you to know that what anyone says or thinks doesn't matter anymore. And I don't think your staff would do such a thing."I looked up, wiping my tears with my palm. "I know but I just… maybe it's m

•Vera POV•"Vera, are you awake?"My mother's voice woke me up. I pushed myself up from the bed, brushing my hand through my messy hair before pulling it into a loose ponytail.Looking toward the door, I saw her standing there with a smile on her face."I'm sorry that I had to wake you up," she said, leaning on the doorframe. "But if you planned on going to the fashion industry today, I would prefer you go in the afternoon so you would be able to see how far things have been going."I nodded softly, still trying to get the sleep out of my eyes. At the same time, I wondered how she knew I planned on visiting the industry."What's the time, Mom? And how did you know I planned on visiting the fashion industry?" I asked.She chuckled, and the sound instantly reminded me of the conversation I had with Eric the night we returned from Juliet's place and were having dinner.I brushed my hand across my forehead. "I remember now," I mumbled."Well, I'm glad you do," she said, stepping further i