บททั้งหมดของ Seducing my Ex-husband back: บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 90

A DRAMA FOR SHOW~CLAIRE'S POV~I showed up at Darla's apartment with a bottle of wine in one hand and my phone in the other, the security footage already queued up and ready to play.When Darla opened the door, her eyes went straight to the wine. "Starting early today?""It's five o'clock somewhere," I replied, breezing past her into the apartment. "Besides, you're going to want a drink after you see what I have to show you."Annette was spread out on the couch, scrolling through her phone. She looked up when I walked in, and something flashed across her face. Surprise? Concern? I couldn't quite read it, and that bothered me more than I wanted to admit.I cared about Annette. Really cared. But there was something she was hiding, something she wasn't telling me, and until I knew what that was, I couldn't fully trust her."Claire!" She sat up, tucking her phone away quickly. "What's going on? You look... drastic.""Drastic is one word for it." I set the wine bottle on the coffee table

CLAIMING WHAT HIS~CLAIRE'S POV~The car ride was quiet, but it felt very unnerving and uncomfortable. Alexander held the steering wheel really tightly, looking serious and deep in thought, still angry inside. I kept my sleeve rolled up to show the scratches Monica had made on my arm. They were bright red lines, proof of what happened, something I could use against her, a sign of winning.But Alexander kept staring at them every time we stopped at a red light, and each time he did, something dark flickered across his face."Stop looking at them," I said finally."I can't." His voice was rough, strained. "Every time I see them, I want to….""Want to what?" I turned to face him. "Go find Monica and do what exactly?"His jaw clenched harder. "Something that would get me arrested."Despite everything, I felt my lips twitch. "How romantic.""I'm not joking, Claire." He turned to look at me fully now, and the intensity in his eyes made my breath catch. "She put her hands on you. She marked

SUED 1~MONICA'S POV~I sat in my car outside the house, engine off, hands still gripping the steering wheel like it was the only thing keeping me tethered to reality.Owen's apartment building was overlooked in my rearview mirror, three blocks back. I could still feel him. The rough grip of his hands. The way he'd pulled my hair. The bite marks on my inner thigh that would bloom purple by morning.I hated that I kept going back there. Hated that I needed it.But ever since Claire waltzed back into New York with her billionaire fiancé and her perfect revenge plot, every step I took felt like walking on ice. One wrong move and everything would crack beneath me.I flipped down the visor mirror, checking my reflection in the dim garage light. The woman staring back at me looked tired. Hollowed out. Dark shadows blossomed under her eyes no matter how much concealer I used.I tried to brush them away with my fingers, as if exhaustion was something that could be physically removed. It didn'

HEARTACHE ~CLAIRE'S POV~Richard stood in the doorway, his chest heaving, his blue eyes wild with something I couldn't name. Desperation? Anger? Regret?"We need to discuss this lawsuit," he said again, his voice strained.I looked at him. Really looked at him. The man I had loved for three years. The man who had called me disgusting and clingy. The man who had thrown divorce papers at me in a hospital bed.He looked tired. Worn out. Lines creased his forehead that hadn't been there before."No," I said simply. "We don't.""Claire, please." He took a step forward. Alexander shifted beside me, a wall of silent protection. "Ten million dollars? You're really going to destroy Monica over one mistake?"The audacity made me laugh. Harsh. Bitter."One mistake?" I moved away from Alexander, walking closer to Richard. "She stalked me. Showed up at my home. Put her hands on me." I stopped in front of him, close enough to see the flecks of gold in his blue eyes. "And you're calling it a mistak

THREATEN WHAT'S MINE~ALEXANDER'S POV~The board call connected, and I didn't even get a full breath in before the shouting started."Alexander, this is unacceptable......""......stock prices are in freefall...."".....need immediate action.....""Gentlemen." My voice cut through the chaos like a blade. "One at a time."Quietness. Then Henderson, the senior board member, spoke. "The Mexico factory is gone. Burned to the ground. We need you there. Now."I leaned back in my chair, fingers steepled. "Send a representative. I have situations here that require my attention.""This isn't a request, Hayes." Thompson's voice came through sharp. "The fire was arson. Someone torched a fifty-million-dollar facility. You're the only one who can handle this."My jaw clenched. "I am aware of the severity.....""Then you understand why you need to be on a plane within the hour." Henderson's tone left no room for argument. "We've already arranged everything. Your jet is fueling up as we speak."I wa