All Chapters of Dear Ex-wife, You Belong To Me!: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

VERONICAMy college years were unremarkable, filled with academics, friendships, and aspirations of taking over the family business. However, in that ordinary life, it occurred him, a havoc— The youngest son of the Denstones', William Denstone.Decisive and arrogant by nature, he was desired by most women. Not a day passed that he didn't break a woman's heart or challenge a professor. However, since he came from an influential family and was the son of a college trustee, no one dared rising their voice against him until our paths crossed.As is my nature, I was unrestrained. Consequently, he focused his attention on me, and I found myself constantly challenged throughout my college years...Following the untimely deaths of my parents and the subsequent collapse of our family business, I experienced a period of significant hardship. Under the care of Albert Wolfe, Christian's grandfather, in London, I completed my education and subsequently married Christian to respect his last wish. T

VERONICABoth my children were lying with me, and it never felt good enough. The only absent piece in our perfect family was Christian. He gave me a family to cherish and then ruined it with his coldness. Perhaps now he is having fun with his lover.The memory remains acutely painful, as vivid as the first day. For three years, I harboured the illusion that I had moved on, an illusion that shattered immediately by his unexpected reappearance.With my children beside me, I have to live now— The words 'marriage' and 'love' aren't for me anymore. I'm severely traumatised.As I lay with them, I didn't realize when I dozed off until annoying notification sounds jerked me awake.My eyes fluttered as I looked and gasped inwardly. Christian—he was standing right beside my head, holding Cadence in his arms. A-am I still dreaming?"Christian..." I muttered.He seemed surprised and startled by my call, his eyes quickly turning to me. His face contorted with darkness. What happened? Did I scare h

VERONICA"Go to sleep, baby." I gently kissed my son's forehead and tucked him in with the quilt. "Mommy will be leaving now, and I look forward to seeing you tomorrow morning.""Mom—" Zeon got me to sit back down next to him."Yes, love?"A slight frown furrowed his otherwise flawless brow, his expression hardening. "Aunt Celine—" he began, causing my blood pressure to rise."What did she do? Did she hurt you somehow?" I asked impatiently, frowning.He shook his head, "nothing— she's gone." he mumbled. "Papa sent her back to London, so— you can visit me more often." he whispered."Oh!" I gasped in surprise; I hadn't anticipated that. He sent her back? I wonder why.Zeon nodded slowly. "Yes, Mom," he said. He pressed his lips tightly, as if hesitating, but then said shyly, "Actually— Papa didn't like her."My eyes fluttered rapidly as the information overwhelmed me. I bit my lip, gently stroking my son's head. "Perhaps we shouldn't discuss these adult matters," I softly suggested. "Le

CHRISTIANI saw my son happily leave the villa with Blake. He's off to spend another day with his mom and— half-sister. Fuck! I can't stand that word "half" these days. I find this term quite tedious and painful in unexpected ways, yet ironically, I must persevere, thanks to my ex-wife.Before leaving the villa, Zeon turned to me and gave a farewell wave, to which I offered a strained smile in return. I couldn't allow him to see my distress.At times, I feel a pang of envy for my son's ability to so readily forgive his mother for abandoning him and to form a bond with her. I am envious of his ability to so readily accept Cadence as his own.He deeply cares for and protects Cadence. I realized this last night when I checked on him and found him sitting on his bed. Initially, I thought it might be due to Veronica's departure, but then he asked me to help apprehend those who harmed his mother and sister.He practically begged me, He said he'd promised Cadence he'd help them...And that a

VERONICAMy eyes widened, and my heart raced uncontrollably. My head spun from the drunken kiss.I can taste the alcohol in his breath. His tongue slowly licked my lips, sending shivers down to my core.No-no! This is not happening! I-I can't fall for this again!"Ch-chris—" I tried to push him away from me, only to be pinned down by him more. "Wh-at a-are yo-u do-oing." I muttered breathlessly once his lips nibbled my neck."Shh." He nuzzled my face. One of his hands held my hands above my head, and the other roamed my body."Veronica..." His sensuous whisper lingered in my ears, making my breath catch... His way of calling my name evoked memories of our shared past. He used to do this always when he made love to me."Chri-istian..." Overwhelmed with emotion, I found myself unable to suppress the tears welling up. Closing my eyes, I felt a sense of defeat and uncertainty, and my strength began to fail.I longed for him deeply, both physically and emotionally. I yearned for his affect