All Chapters of Married to my ex-husband's boss: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Elle’s POV"So now you're walking out on me?" Raymond asked as I was heading out the door.I turned to him, confused. "What do you want me to do? Stand here and argue with you?""Isn't it better than walking out on me?" He asked. For some reason, he sounded more sad than angry."I can't bring myself to continue arguing with you, Raymond," I added and turned to walk away again."Oh!" He said, letting out a humorless chuckle. "You prefer to do it with my Aunt then.""Oh my God, Raymond!" I said sharply. Now he had sparked my anger again."You know what! I can't even stay here with you at all!"I headed for my bag, picked it up, and walked out the door. "Where are you going?!" He yelled, but I ignored him.I went down the stairs and towards the door, but he grabbed my hand."You're not going anywhere, Elle, especially this late!""I'll do what I want to do, Raymond, and you're not going to stop me!""Of course, I will. I'm you're husband!"Raymond stepped toward the door while I moved

Elle’s POVI let out a sigh as I stared at the screen.For days, that had been the only thing that made me happy. Working.The house didn’t feel like home anymore.It felt like I was walking through a memory I’d spent years trying to forget.Raymond and I still shared the same bed, but we barely spoke. We didn’t fight—we just… didn’t say anything. I remember the first time he walked into the room after our fight. It was the next evening.That morning he had gone to work without me. The only thing we did together was to steal glances from each other as we wore our clothes.After he walked out the door, I followed him, hoping to join His car as usual. But he didn't let me in. Instead, he got in and drove off.I felt my heart crumble. But I also felt fear creep in. When I turned around, I found Evans staring at me from the house room window.He had his arms crossed in front of him and a glare that could laser my head off.I had to look away to save my skin.Later that night when I got

Elle’s POV I spun on the bed, hoping to get a comfortable position. With I and Raymond sleeping on different sides of the bed and not coming in contact with each other, it was hard to sleep comfortably. I stretched my arm, hoping to push away the ache in it. When I did, my hand hit the pillow on Raymond's side. It took all the strength in me not to gasp and open my mouth. The last thing I wanted was for Raymond to think I was awake and trying to touch him on purpose. So, I had to pretend to still be asleep. Besides, this was also a huge opportunity for me. It's been days since we had each other in our arms. I missed it so much. Though a touch wouldn't be the same, I was still okay with it. Slowly, I swept my hands against his side of the bed, hoping to brush my fingers against his skin. But there was no skin there. He wasn't in bed. I opened my eyes. He wasn't in bed or the room at all. That was when I realized that the drapes had been changed to darker ones. "Wa

Elle’s POV I stared blankly at the spreadsheet on my screen, not seeing a damn thing. The words, the numbers—they weren't adding up. My fingers just hovered over the keyboard, still and useless. I couldn't take my mind off of everything that was going on at home. I was still trying to brainstorm ideas on how to fix my relationship with Raymond. But I hadn't been able to come up with anything. It was both distracting and frustrating. A soft knock on my door pulled me from the haze. “Hey, Mrs Orlando,” Jessica peeked in, holding up her phone and a hopeful smile. “I was thinking of grabbing coffee. Wanna come?” I blinked at her, trying to muster the energy to speak. “I’m okay,” I said, though I wasn’t. “You go ahead.” She stepped in anyway, shutting the door behind her. “Come on, Ma'am. You’ve been cooped up in here for hours. You didn’t even touch your lunch.” She crossed her arms. “At least let me buy you a drink. It'll be my treat. We’ll sit outside, get some air. No work t

Raymond’s POVThe morning light filtered in through the curtains in soft golden streaks.I stayed still for a moment, breathing in the warmth and the quiet, and Elle curled into my side. She stretched slightly, and I pressed a kiss to her bare shoulder, savoring the way she smiled.“Mmm,” she murmured, voice still thick with sleep. “You’re staring... again.”“I like the view,” I said softly, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “Can you blame me?”She turned to face me, eyes half-lidded but glowing. “Flattery before breakfast? You must want something.”I grinned. “Just you. Always you.”She shook her head, a small laugh leaving her lips. “Careful. Keep saying things like that and I might never let you go.”“I’m counting on it.”We stayed like that a little longer, tangled in sheets and soft words, letting the world wait.Eventually, we took our time bathing, getting dressed, trading lazy touches, and making inside jokes. At one point, she swiped one of my ties and wrapped it arou