All Chapters of Divorced: Dear Ex It's Your Loss: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

•Juliet POV•After Vera handed Jace the gift she brought for him, she leaned down and ruffled his soft curls, planting a gentle kiss on his cheek before rising with a satisfied smile. Jace, wide-eyed and buzzing with excitement, clutched the box like it held treasure and dashed toward the table where Mrs. Carl stood ready to help him unwrap it."Let me help you, birthday boy," Mrs. Carl said warmly, pulling at the tape while Jace jumped in place.Vera’s eyes followed him, her expression softening. But then her gaze flicked back to me. Though I wore a smile, I could feel the way it didn’t quite reach my eyes, and so could she."Can we talk about what's bothering you now?" she asked gently, her voice quiet and filled with concern.I inhaled deeply, nodding. "Yeah... let’s talk."We walked into the living room together, the clatter of wrapping paper and Jace’s happy squeals fading into the background. The plush couch welcomed us as we both sank into it, and for a second I let myself enjo

•Juliet’s POV•"Are you sure you want to follow me to the office?" I asked Vera as I climbed down the stairs, holding onto Jace’s hand. "You just got back from London yesterday. I think you should take today and tomorrow off.""Come on," she said, flicking her ginger hair off her shoulder with dramatic flair. "What am I supposed to do here all day? You'll be at work, and Jace will be at school. I’ll die of boredom, and we can’t have that."I laughed. "Okay, it would be fun having you around the office anyway."As we reached the last step, Eric walked into the living room dressed in a sharp black suit, eyes glued to his tablet as always. He finally looked up, his expression calm and unreadable."Good morning, Miss Ryder. Miss Vera," he said with a slight nod.Vera waved at him with a shy flick of her fingers, her cheeks immediately flushing pink. That blush had a mind of its own whenever Eric was around. She hadn’t said anything about him, but I wasn’t blind, there was definitely more

•Edward POV•A knock on the door pulled me out of sleep as I opened my eyes, feeling the coldness of the marble-tiled floor against my skin.I stood up slowly, my hand reaching up to rest on my throbbing head as I pushed myself off the floor, a slight groan escaping my lips. Looking around, my gaze landed on my neatly arranged bed, and then back at the floor. I had slept there.The light filtering through the parted curtains allowed me a clear view of the bright sky, giving away that it was morning.I hadn’t even reached the door when it opened, leaving my hand mid-air. I brushed my fingers through my hair and made my way to the couch, collapsing into it as Josh walked in.“What happened to you, bro?” Josh asked, as if he didn’t already know how unfortunate last night had been.“Nothing. Can you leave my room?” I muttered with a groan. But Josh didn’t budge. Instead, he made himself comfortable on my bed.“I visited the hospital last night after the party,” Josh said.I raised my hand

•Juliet’s POV•The rest of the day passed in a blur of events and decisions. Thank goodness Vera was with me, her presence grounded me, just like in the early days when I was still fumbling through bottle designs and branding pitches for Jace Perfume. She had an eye for detail and a way of seeing beyond the surface. Together, we combed through dozens of design suggestions, narrowing it down to just three that truly represented the expansion of the brand.Once the selection was finalized, we headed into the conference room for a meeting with the team. The focus was the upcoming China project. Opening another flagship store there had always been part of my four-year plan, but now it was real, blueprints, timelines, shipping schedules, and marketing launches were already in motion. It was going to be just as grand as the first store in New York.Pride swelled in my chest as I spoke to the room of staff members who believed in the dream just as much as I did. When the meeting ended, a rou

•Edward's POV•Juliet's eyes locked onto mine, her gaze sharp and unyielding. Without warning, she yanked her hand from my grasp."Do you think badmouthing my husband will make me leave him?"I scoffed, the sound bitter in my throat. I had anticipated this reaction the moment I saw her step out of her car."I'm not asking you to divorce him," I said through clenched teeth, frustration simmering beneath my words. "I'm just saying you should be careful. That man isn't who you think he is."She laughed, the sound filled with disdain."Edward, are you jealous because you know he's better than you? Because he treats me with respect and care, something you could never do? If anyone should be careful, it's you. Because the next time you come near me, I'm getting a restraining order."As she turned to leave, I reached out, this time gripping her hand firmly, causing her to stumble slightly."How many times have you threatened me with a restraining order? If you hate me that much, why haven't