All Chapters of Crossed: Chasing Back the Unwanted Wife: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Ethan swirled the drink in his glass, his eyes distant, as if trying to focus on the servers walking back and forth in the lounge where he sat.His mind honestly hadn't been at rest ever since Evie lost the baby—it was a setback and a dent in his plans.Taking Jules and Asher out had only been a guise and a way to try reduce the tension he was feeling. But that had done little to nothing about the storm brewing in his chest.Besides, he'd just questioned her to be sure she was as clueless as he thought. Instead, he'd made her bring up the conversation about them having another baby.He sighed.Truthfully, he had thought about it. About having a child with her. Just that—The sharp click of heels against the concrete cut into his thoughts—urgent and smooth.But Ethan did not turn; he just downed the last of the contents in the glass and set it on the small table in front of him, as his visitor came into view.Without waiting for an invitation, Maggie settled herself in the chair opposi

Nolan pushed open the car door and stepped out, running his hands over his face and raking his fingers through his hair—trying not to look like he’d fought with a tiger.Though he knew the smell of whiskey in his breath might potentially give him away.Satisfied with the way he looked in Kai's car window, he walked towards the building.Kai watched him arrange himself like someone going to an audition. Or a man going to impress his crush.But deep down, Kai knew his friend wasn't okay. Something was eating him up from the inside out.Might be this accident with Evie—losing his baby and all that. Might be guilt from how he'd abandoned Jules only to be faced with all this mess.And it might be stress from trying to make sure Evie was okay, and trying to put up with his aunt, whom Kai was a percentage sure was on his neck about Evie.Either way, he followed behind his friend even though he was looking like some unemployed joker in his suit and pants, which he'd worn to his date.With no

Jules glanced at the clock for the umpteenth time, even though she'd only been in her office for an hour.She wasn't tired or any of those sorts of things. She just couldn't wait to get back home.And even though she didn't show it, she was all smiles on the inside as she went through the records and files sitting in front of her.“I’ll be back as early as I can,” Ethan had whispered that morning, placing a soft kiss on her forehead before leaving for work.Now she smiled outwardly, her fingers working on the keyboard as she tried to focus on her work.Honestly, she didn't know why she felt so jittery. This wasn't the first time this was occurring. But something about this year felt different—deeper, and somehow she loved the feeling.Her phone buzzed on her table, and she turned to it with a slight frown.Mom.She took the call and placed it on speaker.l, her brows easing again.“Hi, Mom." She couldn't stop herself from smiling now.There was silence on the other end, then dramatical

“I don't know where he is. Hasn't taken my calls either,” Colton had told her when she finally rang him that night. “Thought you both were supposed to be together tonight?”"Goodnight, Colton.” She ended the call without another word.Now it was morning, and warm sunlight slipped through the blinds, spilling across Jules’ face, forcing her eyes open.She sat up with a jolt, blinking. She didn’t even remember falling asleep—let alone being neatly tucked under the duvet.Her gaze shifted to the small clock on the table beside the bed. It was seven in the morning.“I’m sorry about yesterday.” Jules' eyes snapped up.Ethan stood by the doorway, one hand tucked in his pockets, the other holding a glass of wine—her glass of wine. His eyes were steady on her face, so casual and relaxed.Suddenly, everything came rushing back. Their anniversary, the constant calls and texts…his goddamn book.Her breath shook with that last part. But she hid it and frowned at him getting out of bed. She walke

Jules clipped the tiny extra leaves from the stem of the single flower growing in the pot. It was the weekend, and she’d begged Cassie to postpone the outing she was forcing her into—just so she could stay home.Now she was attending to the flowerpots in the garden—doing what she'd watched the gardener do all morning—just so she could keep her mind busy with something. But it barely worked.Thankfully, Ethan was away on a trip and wouldn't be coming back till that evening, so Jules made a mental note to go to bed before he returned so she could keep ignoring his ass like she'd been doing all week.She was still pretty mad at him about the anniversary. But even more, she was still a bit shaken about the book she'd seen. And the worst part is she hadn't seen that book on the shelf since that day.It's either Ethan had noticed she'd touched it, or he was adding another man to the list or crossing out another name.Either way, she couldn't get it out of her head, and the only way to help