บททั้งหมดของ Crossed: Chasing Back the Unwanted Wife: บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

The multiple clattering of silverware on ceramic plates wasn’t enough to drown the storm roaring in Jules’ chest. How dare he show up at her house this way? She raged. What if she'd gone ahead with her plans and invited those photographers from the child modeling agency? They were a public brand—one headline away from chaos. Nolan’s appearance alone would have sparked a story. And Evie? Evie had caused the first scandal, which had almost shaken her company to the knees. She was not about to have another, and in such a short time. “Pass the cream, Jules.” Her mom said, snapping Jules out of her head. Jules blinked and turned to her mom. “Cream?" Her mom repeated. "Oh, right.” Her eyes darted round the table which was packed with different kinds of food which weren't so heavy so the visitors wouldn't have to stay so long in their house before they left. Her eyes went round the table before landing on the medium-sized bottle of cream. “Thank you." Her mom said, giving her a kno

It was a gloomy morning—like the sun had chosen to sit this one out, like a protest. Maybe trying to imitate the turmoil inside Jules.She sat in the shotgun of the car and kept her gaze out the window, watching the cars, pedestrians and basically everything pass by.Asher's birthday should have been a day to get off things that bothered her and just watch her little boy grow up. But instead, it had turned to some kind of apocalypse.Nolan just had to show up with his bitch and watch her ruin the moment for her and every other person present.She should have known he was trouble when she let Asher around him.Now he's gotten his bitch pregnant and allowed her to rub it in her face.The thought that he actually fucks her irritated Jules even more.So what was the reason he was still coming for her when he was balls deep in Evie?‘Probably to cause some scandal and ruin your life,’ a voice whispered in her head.She heaved a silent sigh. All she could feel was regret and anger. Like she

Ethan took a slow drag, his eyes fixed in the distance, his face void of emotion.He'd seen all that wasn't going on—felt all that was happening because it's also affected him.Different social media figures had tagged him in their blogs and he’s gotten a million and one interview invitations, which he was going to filter and probably attend just one—just for control.Finally, he let the smoke slip from his lips, his gaze dropping to the man sitting across from him.“What do I hear about you putting my wife on probation?" He asked George who'd been waiting for him to speak for minutes since he came.George raised his head, steadying himself on the chair which he sat. “The board—we had a meeting, and we concluded that it would be good judgment if we keep a closer eye on things for now. Just until this blows over.”Ethan took another puff, his sharp eyes on the small man. "Interesting.” Another man who sat adjacent to George scribbled something on a notepad.George turned to the man an

"Alright, thank you." Jules ended the call and slowly set the phone down, forcing back the smile tugging at her lips.Yes, Nolan's apology had an effect. Investors had started calling again to renegotiate, and about three contracts were in progress.It's been two days since Nolan's apology and while Jules couldn't say the storm had passed completely, she could at least breathe a bit freely now.She was still on probation though, but at least no one whispered when she walked or drove by because Nolan had successfully shifted all attention to himself and he'd had to attend multiple talk shows to clear the air.She wasn’t entirely off the hook, though. People still whispered about the outburst—the moment she’d lost control and spoken so raw and unfiltered. But Nolan’s apology had softened the narrative. Now, they saw it for what it was: a moment of pain, not disrespect.But Nolan's apology and appearance on TVs had helped people understand that it wasn't intentional and she'd never spe

Nancy dashed out the door, leaving Jules to face the dream alone.Because this had to be a dream.Ethan's doppelgänger stood at the door in a plain white tee shirt, ripped jeans, and a backpack slung over one shoulder. A goofy grin playing on his lips.“Hey, you must be Aunty Jules.”“Ethan has a son?” the thought echoed in her head.He gasped theatrically, pressing a hand to his chest. “Ethan’s son? Ouch, Aunty Jules. I feel insulted.” Then, without waiting for an invitation, he stepped in, his sneakers staining the black tiles.“I’m Colton. Ethan’s younger, much cooler, definitely more fun little brother.”Jules blinked, still reeling. Not just from the news that Ethan had a brother, but from the fact that this kid was calling her "Aunty Jules" like she was some retired librarian.“Ethan has a brother?" Colton turned around, maintaining that boyish smile which she knew he gave everyone. “I bet he didn't tell you I was hot. He never tells anyone the truth.”He dropped his bag on the