Semua Bab Seducing my Ex-husband back: Bab 41 - Bab 47

BEING WATCHED ~CLAIRE’S POV~Despite the ridiculously stressful morning, I couldn’t sit still to save my life. My nerves had me pacing the length of Alexander’s living room like some caged tiger. My heels clicked against his expensive wood floors, and judging from the way he kept tracking me with those sharp, stormy eyes of his, I was probably annoying the hell out of him.“Claire,” he drawled, leaning back on the couch like he owned the entire world, “if you walk another lap, I’m charging you rent.”I stopped mid-step, scowling at him. “Don’t tempt me. At least then I’d feel productive instead of losing my mind.”“Or,” he said, smirking lazily, “you could sit down for five minutes. You’re making me dizzy, and that’s saying something considering I’ve been in boardrooms with stockholders on cocaine.”I crossed my arms, refusing to give him the satisfaction of being right. “Are you sure you don’t need to lie down? You should really rest, Alexander.”The man had blood on his knuckles b

IN CONTROL~MONICA’S POV~The walls of my bedroom felt too close, making it hard to breathe, as if they were hearing my thoughts for a long time. I stared at a spot on the wall, hoping it would give me answers, but it did not. I kept seeing Richard’s face in my mind…his anger, the way he looked at me like I was not important to him anymore. That look hurt more than any mean words he could say.I pressed my hands into my eyes and whispered into the stale air, “What is happening to me?” My voice broke at the end, and I felt a sense of shame.I was not supposed to feel powerless. I was supposed to be the one pulling the strings. That was the deal, the way it had always been. Richard had been mine to manipulate, mine to handle, mine to keep wrapped up in the neat little bow I tied around him. But now? That bow was cracking, and every loose thread slipped through my fingers no matter how tight I tried to grip it.If I messed this up now, if I let him drift any further from me, I knew I

FREAKING NIGHT~DARLA’S POV~Finally. The night I had been waiting for all week. Sleepover night. And not just any sleepover….it was at Claire’s new place, which meant new floors to spill chips on and new walls to hear us screaming with laughter through. I came armed with energy, sass, and an empty stomach. Tonight was not about restraint; tonight was about devouring junk food until our bodies begged for mercy.The second I stepped inside, I was greeted with a smell so good I almost cried. Butter. Sugar. Chocolate. The holy trinity of cheat-day heaven.“Hey, Claire! What’s cooking?” I shouted, kicking off my shoes and throwing my bag onto the couch like I owned the place.Her head popped out from the kitchen, hair tied up in a messy bun, cheeks flushed from running around. “Popcorn, chips, and candy. The essentials.”“Bless you,” I said, pressing a hand to my chest dramatically. “I would die for you.”We set up together, lining the coffee table with bowls of gummies and chocolate bar

BEG ~MONICA’S POV~The drive to Richard’s office was very quiet, making me aware of every thought I tried to ignore. I focused on the road, but my mind was racing. Thoughts of him, the hospital, and all the times he made me feel unimportant kept bothering me.He thought he could get away from me. He thought I wouldn’t see him getting worse. But I wasn’t going to lose Richard….not to himself, not to another woman, not to anyone. He was mine, even if he did not say it.As I saw his company’s tall building in the distance, I whispered, “You’re not getting away from this easily, Richard.”By the time I stepped through the revolving doors, I had smoothed every trace of fury from my face, wearing a calm disguise that could pass for a wife’s dutiful concern. The Security looked up, startled, but I did not bother with pleasantries. I moved down the hallway, my heels clicking against the shiny floor like a ticking clock.At his door, I hesitated for just a second, one hand gripping the han