Semua Bab Divorced My Husband And Found Love: Bab 131 - Bab 140

Naomi’s POVMy chest was light and my hair, already a little wild from the wind on Ethan’s beat-up motorbike, felt looser. My smile felt wider, and I knew my cheeks were still flushed with color. I clutched my bag strap, trying and failing to look like a person who hadn’t just spent three hours ditching her school to play arcade games with a boy who made her laugh until her stomach hurt.All of that was before I saw Jace. He had his dark glasses on, shielding his eyes, but I didn’t need to see them to know they’re fixed on me. I knew his attention was fixed squarely on me. I could feel the weight of his gaze.My heart, which had been performing a cheerful little dance, suddenly picked up a faster, more anxious rhythm. I straightened my backpack and started walking faster, trying to balance my stride between ‘rushed’ and ‘casual’. I didn't want him to think I was hiding anything, but I didn't want him to have time to dissect me, either. The closer I got to him, the more I could feel hi

Naomi’s POV“Okay, fine,” I snapped, standing from the bed. “Yes, I was listening. Because you and my dad were clearly talking about me. And about Ethan. So don’t act like I’m the problem here.”Something flickered behind his eyes — irritation, maybe. “You shouldn’t have been there.”“Oh, sorry, should I schedule an appointment before being talked about behind my back?”His jaw flexed. “You don’t understand—”I spun on him, my panic instantly dissolving into fury. My voice was a shaky whisper that I kept low enough to stay between us.“You’re trying to ruin my love life,” I accused, my hand flying out to jab the air between us. “You’re trying to ruin what is budding between Ethan and I. That’s what this is about, isn’t it? This whole thing—the warnings, the way you looked at Ethan like he’s beneath me—you’re trying to make my father forbid me from seeing him.”Jace stood there, impassive. His jaw flexed once, the only sign that my accusation had even registered.“I don’t know what you

Naomi's povI sent the text the second class ended.To Dad: Hey Dad. Going to hang out at Priscilla’s. A sort of study group thingy. Will be back home later.A harmless lie—or at least, that’s what I told myself as I tucked my phone back into my pocket. Dad’s response came fast:Dad: That’s fine, sweetheart. Be home before nine. Jace will pick you up when you’re ready.I stared at the message, my chest tightening. For a moment, I considered telling the truth. Then I remembered the way Jace had dismissed me this morning, pretending nothing had happened last night—and my resolve hardened.I typed back quickly:No need. Priscilla’s mom will drop me.The lie tasted like ash on my tongue, but I pushed the feeling away. It wasn’t a big deal. I just needed space, to keep the body guard—a.k.a—Jace, off my leash. Dad responded quickly, a single word: Fine.I exhaled in relief.He was always agreeable when he thought I was doing something academically responsible.My plan was already in motion.

Naomi’s POVMy chest heaved, a frantic, caged thing inside my ribs. The second Ethan’s car disappeared, the control I'd been holding onto shattered. Fury flooded in like a tidal wave.Jace was leaning against the car, his arms crossed, head tilted, and his eyes locked on me like he had been waiting for me.For me.Of course he had.“Did you follow me?” My voice was a low snarl.He didn't flinch. He didn't even pretend to look surprised. He just uncrossed his arms, the movement deliberately slow.“Yes,” he said.The single word sliced through the air. Just that. Yes. No apology. No excuse. His response was delivered with a calmness that was so annoying it made my hands curl into fists. I wanted to yank that composure right off him.“That’s all you have to say?” I blinked. “You’re not even going to apologize?”He shrugged, infuriatingly calm. “Why would I? It’s my job to keep you safe.”“Safe?” I let out a disbelieving laugh that sounded more like a scoff. “You call stalking me safety?”

Jace's povThe bass hit before I even walked in.The club was all glass—the kind of glass walls that made the city look like a distant place, low lighting that made you feel intimate but only made you feel exposed, sleek enough to scream money and loud enough to drown out a conscience. The air was thick and heavy with the scent of a thousand competing perfumes. It was all a numbing agent I used to crave.Mason spotted me first. He was leaning against the bar like he owned it, surrounded by a pack of women who looked like they’d never heard the word no. He grinned when he saw me.“Look who finally decided to crawl out of his cave,” he called, shoving a shot glass in my direction. “Jace Maddox, in the flesh. Are you planning to brood in the corner all night or actually have fun?”I grabbed the glass and clinked it half-heartedly with his glass. “That depends. Are we calling this fun now?”Mason laughed. “Man, you’ve gotten boring. What happened to the guy who used to outdrink me and sti