All Chapters of Divorced: Dear Ex It's Your Loss: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

•Juliet's POV•Walking into the living room with Jace balancing two nylons full of ice cream cups and Vera lounging on the couch while typing rapidly on her phone, I couldn’t help but feel the cozy hum of the evening settle around us. Jace, with his usual enthusiasm, led the way straight to the kitchen where Mrs. Carl was preparing dinner.The scent of freshly baked turkey filled the air, mingling with the aroma of mashed potatoes laced with butter and garlic, roasted vegetables glazed with honey, and a pot of rich tomato soup that simmered quietly on the stove. Mrs. Carl's attention shifted from the bubbling soup to Jace, her face lighting up with a delighted smile."Mrs. Carl, I brought ice cream for you!" Jace beamed, lifting one of the nylon bags up toward her with pride.Her eyes widened in surprise as she quickly wiped her hands on her apron and came over, gently collecting the nylon from him. Peering into the bag, she gasped dramatically. "Wow, my love," she said, placing a han

•Juliet POV•James slowly pulled away from the kiss, our faces still only inches apart. Droplets of water trickled down his forehead, catching the glint of moonlight. His eyes, burning with something deeper than desire, met mine with a quiet intensity. As his hands stayed on my waist, warm and firm under the surface of the water.“Juliet,” he murmured, his voice low, almost uncertain. “I've been waiting to get a response from you, I just want to know that you'll be my girl?”I blinked, my heart slamming against my chest. A mix of emotions swelled within me, joy, nervousness, a flicker of fear. But as I looked at him, wet hair plastered to his forehead, tattoos glistening, and those amber eyes holding only me in their gaze, I felt a calm wash over me.A small laugh escaped my lips as I rested my hand on his shoulder, the muscles beneath my palm taut with anticipation.“Yes,” I whispered, smiling up at him. “I just hope you won’t break my heart.”James’s expression shifted, the corner o

•Edward’s POV•"Why leave so soon, Mr. Miles?" James said with a chuckle as I reached for the doorknob. "I mean, you came all this way to warn me, why not do it the right way?" He clicked his tongue, and my hand clenched tightly around the knob. "You and I still have unfinished business. Remember? You hit me that day at the diner.""If you don't shut up, I just might do it again," I growled, turning to face him.He scoffed, running a hand through his perfectly styled brown hair. "Hmph. Even here, in my territory, you’ve still got guts. I have to admit, I respect that. But I don’t understand why you’re so hung up on Juliet. Is it because you finally realized she’s better at business than you?"I walked back toward his desk, closing the distance between us with slow, deliberate steps. The smirk on his face didn’t waver, but I could see a flicker of tension behind his arrogant eyes.“I’m not here to compare empires,” I said, my voice controlled but sharp like a blade. “I’m here because J

•Edward POV•I slammed the car door shut with rage bubbling in my chest like a volcano ready to erupt. My fists were still clenched, the knuckles raw and throbbing, and the dull ache in my nose reminded me just how stupid I’d been. I wasn’t sure who to be mad at. Josh, for planting the idea in my head, or myself, for being foolish enough to go along with it.A streak of dried blood tugged at the corner of my nostril. I dabbed at it with the crumpled tissue in my hand, muttering under my breath. I should’ve gone to the hospital, or at least a pharmacy. But instead, I drove straight home, my thoughts consumed with everything I’d just learned.As I stepped into the house, a warm scent drifted toward me—sweet and buttery, tinged with vanilla. My stomach growled despite the tension clenching it. The aroma led me toward the kitchen, and with each step, I prayed it wasn’t Raya behind the smell. I was hanging on by a thread, and her face would be enough to snap it.The moment I stepped into t

•Juliet’s POV•I looked around, my eyes wide with wonder as they swept across James's lavish living room. Every corner of the space screamed wealth and power, the kind that makes you want to stare longer than normal.The walls were a deep espresso brown, contrasted by sleek, gold-trimmed panels that shimmered beneath the overhead light. Thick, floor-to-ceiling velvet drapes in royal navy framed the massive windows that overlooked the city skyline, giving the room a majestic look."This is incredible," I muttered, my gaze locking onto the chandelier that was hung up in the center of the room, its crystals sparkling under warm, golden light, casting shimmering patterns across the glossy black marble floor.“Make yourself comfortable, my love,” James said, his voice low.I smiled and stepped further into the room, the quiet sound of my heels tapping against the marble echoing softly. I lowered myself onto a plush, navy-blue couch, so soft it felt like I had sunk into clouds. James sat be