All Chapters of Divorced My Husband And Found Love: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Jace's povMy hands shot out faster than I could even process the move. One grabbed her shoulder, the other the back of her head, and I slammed her—not too hard—against the cool glass of the sliding door.Her sharp gasp was swallowed by my mouth as I kissed her.It wasn’t gentle. There was no slow build, no tenderness. It was a detonation. All the pent-up tension, the unacknowledged anger at myself for wanting her, and the blinding want for her, right now, exploded into that kiss. It was rough, desperate, fueled by weeks of forced discipline. I tasted the faint ghost of the cider she’d had at the bonfire. It’s messy, a little reckless, all teeth and confusion. I didn't care if I hurt her. I needed to consume her, to silence the voice in my head telling me to stop.She didn't hesitate. Not for a second.She gasped into my mouth as her hands shot up, threading through the short, messy hair at the back of my head, anchoring me to her and tugging like she had been waiting just as long. Sh

Naomi's povThe light hit me first. Not harshly, but in gentle flickers filtering in through the narrow gaps in the curtains. I stretched lazily, a soft groan escaping my lips but the sound was immediately cut short by a sudden, sharp ache in my hips.My eyes snapped open, wide and staring at the unfamiliar ceiling fan. I rolled onto my side, pushing myself up onto an elbow. The bed was empty and the pillow beside me was cool. Not just cool, but cold, as if it hadn't been used in hours. Jace was gone.For a heart-stopping second, I genuinely wondered if I’d imagined everything or it had all been a dream brought on by too much wine, too many reckless thoughts of the heat that always seemed to exist between me and Jace. Maybe I had just thrashed myself into a sore-muscled mess and imagined the rest. Then I moved, and the ache in my body said otherwise.The soreness curled deep in my thighs, down to where the sheets were still tangled around my legs, and I felt the unmistakable, dull so

Naomi's povThe city market was chaotic. Everywhere I turned, something shimmered or shouted for attention—bright scarves fluttering from stalls, a dozen accents haggling over jewelry, a kid running past with sticky fingers clutching roasted corn. The air was thick with the smell of fried dough, coconut oil, and too many perfumes battling for dominance.Normally, I’d be lost in it—sifting through souvenirs, haggling for a ridiculous straw hat, laughing too loud and making jokes with my friends. That was the point of these trips, the reason my girls and I had come all the way here. It was supposed to be an escape.Instead, I felt the same way I felt back at home.I was trying. I really was.Sarah, Anna and Priscilla were already three stalls ahead, trying on knock-off designer sunglasses like they were auditioning for a music video.“Naomi, come on!” Anna waved a pair of heart-shaped glasses at me. “Tell me these don’t scream ‘unbothered goddess’!”I laughed, though it came out lighter

Naomi's povThe knock came again, even firmer this time. The echo of it filled the room and I knew it wasn’t any of the girls. Because if it were, they’d call out my name instead of keeping mute on the other side.That left me with Jace.For a second, I thought about pretending I wasn’t there. Just letting him walk away.But my body didn’t listen to logic. It moved on its own, standing and walking towards the door.Don't look like you've been waiting for this, I told myself, even though the lie felt flimsy in my own mind.My fingers curled around the doorknob before my brain could protest and I yanked the door open.When I opened the door, Jace was there.He looked composed, yes. He was always composed. But it was his eyes that caught me, held me frozen on the threshold. Usually, they were guarded. Now, the armor had cracked. There was something raw there, mirroring the frantic beating of my heart.For a moment, neither of us spoke. The air between us felt alive. He didn't move to spe

Jace's povI put the beer glass down. It hit the bar with a sharp clink that sounded deafeningly loud over the heavy beat of the music. Stupid. Everything about this is stupid.“Fine,” I ground out, my face close enough to hers that I could smell the sweet, alcoholic scent of her breath mixing with her own expensive perfume. “You asked for it.”I didn’t wait for a response. I didn’t take her hand, that was too soft. I placed my palm flat against the small of her back, a deliberate, solid claim. She was wearing a black dress—a simple cut, but the color and the dangerous length was lethal. My hands moved up to rest on her waist and my thumb brushed bare skin. When I checked, there was a cut-out just under her breasts, resting right on the warm, bare skin above her spine. I felt her shiver, a quick, involuntary jerk that sent a current of pure fire up my arm.I took her straight into the thick of it, the main pocket of the dance floor. The air was hot and humid, smelling of cheap liquor