บททั้งหมดของ Crossed: Chasing Back the Unwanted Wife: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

Jules dragged herself out of the car, still unable to get the image of Evie's twisted wrist out of her mind.No matter how many times Cassie had tried to tell her she was only defending herself, she just couldn't help but feel guilty.The incident had eventually ruined the entire day for them, so they just abandoned the spa and settled for a bit of shopping then drove down to Cassie's house to down a couple bottles of wine.Now it was night, and she was back home. All she wanted to do was collapse into her bed and prepare for a stressful Monday.She pushed open the front door and stopped cold.The TV in the living room was on, Ethan sitting quietly before it, watching a news segment.“CEO, FOUNDER OF HARTLINE LUXURY CONSULTANCY, SENDS FIANCÉE OF EX-HUSBAND TO NEAR DEATH.” the headline read.“What?” Jules said before she could think of it, her eyes staring in disbelief at Evie, who was carried on a stretcher into an ambulance. Her hair was surprisingly messy and wet, mascara streamed

Back to the present…Right there in Jules' living room, was Nolan. Standing in the middle of the room like he owned it.She frowned and folded her arms tightly. “What the fuck are you doing in my house? You can't just walk in here like you contributed to its construction.” Jules said. "Shouldn’t you be home nursing your fiancée’s wrist?”Nolan stepped closer, eyes locked on hers. Calm, unreadable. “So you really did break her wrist.”Jules scoffed and turned away. "Of course you'll take her side."But he pulled her back, staring her in her eyes. “You're becoming violent, Jules." His tone was soft—almost caring, but it only made her angrier. Or was it something else crawling under her skin?Then his gaze dropped, slow and deliberate, like he'd suddenly developed x-ray vision.Jules noticed, irritation rising to her throat. “Get away from me, perv." She yanked her hand away from his grip. But he pulled her back again, this time close to his body, that Jules' heart stuttered.She fought

Cassie stepped out of the shower, a pink towel wrapped around her body, and another wrapped around her head to dry her hair. She hummed and did a little body movement to the soft music blaring loudly from her home theater system in the living room. Her wardrobe swung open, eyes scanning the rows of clothes for the perfect outfit—something she could throw on quickly and still look just as stunning. This was the third date she was going on since she came to this city. First one had failed because he was too religious and told her she'd have to attend week day masses alongside Sunday masses if they were to become serious. The man was hot and all, took gyming seriously and all that, but she was never such a religious person, and she wasn't sure she was planning to be—ever. Not after what happened with her parents and brother nine years ago. She pulled out a red flowing gown which had openings at the sides and back. She stared at it for a few seconds, her mind crafting a pic

The banging of pots and pans in the kitchen and the soft smile on Jules’ face were the only things keeping her mind at ease.Her mom had requested soup in the afternoon, but she'd told the cook to leave it till she got back from work because something about making it herself felt right—necessary.Soup was the first thing she'd ever learned to cook. And every time she made it, that same familiar thrill from the first time washed over her all over again. “Put this in a tray." Jules ordered the cook after dishing a portion into a small bowl.Then she placed a glass of water alongside the bowl and made her way up the stairs to one of the guest rooms where her mom was temporarily staying.But the bed was empty when she got there.She didn’t even hesitate.“Mom?" Jules called as she opened Asher's room door.There her mom was, sitting in an armchair, a bible in hand, with Asher sleeping peacefully sleeping in her arms.There she was. Her mom, seated in the armchair, a bible in hand and Ash

“Happy birthday, Asher!” Mitch yelled, hurrying toward his friend with a small gift box in hand. “Yay, Mitch!” Asher squealed, rushing toward the boy with uncontained excitement. They both met in the middle of the garden, nearly knocking each other over as they hugged tightly. Mitch's mom, who followed behind, gave Jules a smile and dropped Asher's actual gift on the gift table. Then headed off to where the other parents were. Asher was the first to pull away and collect the gift. “Want to see my bouncy castle?" Mitch nodded frantically and Asher took off in a direction, with Mitch tagging closely behind. “Later I'll ask my mummy if we can see my room!" Asher added happily. Jules laughed softly as she listened to the giggles echoing through the garden. The children were running wild, tumbling over toys, and bouncing carefully on the castle without a care in the world. “Great job setting this place up, Jules!” Cassie called, approaching from the refreshment stand where onl