All Chapters of Divorced: Dear Ex It's Your Loss: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

•Juliet’s POV•"Thank you," I said politely, handing the dress to the sales assistant. She took it with a nod, her heels clicking softly as she walked away to prepare the items for packaging and payment."I’ll get this ready for checkout," she murmured, disappearing through the curtain that separated the dressing rooms from the sales floor.Left alone, I smoothed the hem of my blazer and stared at myself in the full-length mirror. My reflection looked uncertain, eyes darting, lips pressed tightly together. I sighed, dragging my fingers through my hair before stepping out and sinking onto the plush velvet couch just outside the dressing area.My thoughts wandered to James. Why did I even entertain the idea of going to dinner with him? The way he looked at me lately, like he was trying to seduce me. Could I really sit across from him, pretending not to notice his intense gaze or the silent desire behind it?I pressed my hand on my temple as I start to consider the options in my mind.

Edward’s POVI stared at the lavish design of the diner perched on the top floor of a two-story building, its glassy display reflecting the moonlight above.“Sera Diner,” I muttered in awe. According to the few rumors I’d heard about this place, it was enough to know it was one of the most expensive and classic spots, somewhere anyone would dream of visiting.“Yes, my love,” Raya chuckled, grabbing my arm the moment we got out of the car. “One of the best diners in New York. It’s as special as the love I have for you.”I smiled. “Well, I’m impressed,” I mumbled, admiring her once more and how beautiful she looked. Her red hair cascaded in curly waves, bouncing on her shoulders. The sleek black bodycon dinner dress hugged her curves perfectly, showing off just enough to make me want to keep staring.“This is just the tip of the iceberg,” Raya said happily as we walked toward the entrance. “Wait until we get inside and you see the VIP spot. Your mind is going to be blown away.”“Now I’m

Edward’s POVThe rage in me grew with every second as I walked out of the diner, the scene back there prickling at my pulse like I'd been stabbed. Who the hell was that guy, and why did he think he could hold her or look at her like that? I felt like punching the hell out of him until I was sure he’d never come near her again.“Eddy, why aren’t you saying anything?” Raya asked, struggling to keep up with my pace.I stopped in my tracks, and she almost collided into me. I turned toward her, my hands balled into fists.“Haven’t had enough? I told you not to go there, not to create a scene, but you didn’t listen to me.”“I’m sorry,” she said, her voice sounding more sober now. “But she was getting more of your attention than I was.” She pointed to her chest, tears filling her eyes. “Every time Juliet is around, you act like I don’t exist.”“You’re talking nonsense,” I shot back. “You’re always in your head, and I’ve always tried to put up with your behavior everytime you act without thin

•Edward POV•A sharp antiseptic smell burned my nostrils as soon as I blinked into the soft white light above me. My vision blurred for a second, then cleared, revealing pale ceiling tiles and the soft whirring of machines beside me. My throat felt like sandpaper, and a seething headache ran through my forehead.I shifted and hastily pushed myself up to sit. Looking around, I noticed the white walls, monitors, and the bandage wrapped around my arm. What am I doing in a hospital?The question echoed in my mind until my gaze shifted toward the window. Josh was curled awkwardly in a chair, legs folded, arms crossed like he hadn’t moved in hours.His head rested against the glass, the soft amber light from outside framing his face. He looked uncomfortable as hell but still fast asleep.I let my body sink back against the bed again, exhaling a breath carefully through my nose.“I told you I was fine,” I muttered under my breath, though the hoarseness in my voice made it sound more like a g

Edward POV"Mr. Miles, I'll suggest you stay in the hospital until we're sure the fever is completely out of your system," the nurse said as she walked into the room. She was a young lady with charcoal-black hair neatly packed up in a bun."I've been trying to tell him that, but he doesn't want to listen," Josh told the nurse before turning to look in my direction."I'm fine, and I no longer feel the hangover," I said firmly."I can't agree with that," the nurse replied, doing a few checkups before looking down at her notepad. "But if you insist, then we can get you a private nurse to keep watch while you're at home. She’ll ensure you receive the proper treatment until the fever is completely cleared from your system.""That's okay with me," Josh shrugged, and I sighed."Alright then, you can be discharged," the nurse said before walking out.Once she was gone, I pulled myself up from the bed and walked over to the window, letting the fresh air brush against my face."So, what are you