All Chapters of Wanting his ex-wife back: Chapter 11 - Chapter 18

Liam stood in front of the mirror, jaw tight, frustration simmering beneath his skin. The dark circles beneath his eyes said it all—he hadn’t slept.He’d tossed and turned all night, haunted by one image after another. When Liam could no longer control the storm inside him, he did the only thing that made sense to a man too proud to admit he was spiraling.He called for an emergency all-night conference.By 9 p.m., the boardroom was packed—half of them running on caffeine, the other half on fear. No one dared ask why they were there, and no one had the courage to yawn, even as the clock ticked past midnight.His employees sat stiff in their seats, nodding at every sharp order and ruthless remark. Discomfort hung in the room like smoke.He had thought burying himself in work will make those images of her go away. Image of Natalie smiling. Natalie laughing. Natalie being held by him—that damn artist, Noah, or whatever his name was.Confessing to her like she belonged to him. It didn’t

“Your arrogance won’t get you anywhere,” Liam said, the grin gone from his face. “It’s only been a week since our divorce, and from what I see, you’re not exactly thriving.”Natalie turned back, slow and steady, eyes glinting.“Mr. Brooks, am I missing something—” her tone dropped to something cooler, silkier, “or are you suddenly more invested in my personal life than your current relationship?”Charlotte’s brows lifted, clearly caught off guard.Liam’s jaw tightened. “Please, move to the side, you’re blocking the way”. The security guard said. Natalie was about to call Noah again when she heard his voice. “Natalie,” Noah’s voice cut sharply through the air as he strode forward.“Mr. Sinclair.” The security guard straightened instantly, bowing in respect.“Where’s the head of security?” Noah snapped, fury flickering in his eyes.“Sir, I— I’m sorry…”“I asked you a question. Call him. Now.”The guard swallowed hard and scrambled to obey. Within minutes, two more guards appeared, ten

He jogged back downstairs, only to freeze when he saw a pile of packed boxes near the entryway—her things.“What’s all this?” he demanded.His mother glanced up, her arms crossed. “Getting rid of that woman’s belongings. Knowing her, she’ll find any excuse to come back. It’s better to throw them out or burn them than let them stay here.”“Mother,” he said sharply, jaw tight. “There’s no need for this. Have someone take them back to my room.”His mother’s expression darkened. “Why? You’ve already divorced her. What do you need her things for? What do you think Charlotte will say when she sees her fiancé holding onto his ex-wife’s belongings?”Liam’s brows drew together. His voice dropped, cold and clipped. “What are you talking about?”She blinked. “Your marriage to Charlotte, of course—”“Who said anything about marrying Charlotte?”She looked stunned for a moment. “Liam… don’t be ridiculous. You’ve known her since you were children. Her family’s supported ours for years—”“Enough,” L

Natalie frowned. Normally, Liam would come up with any excuse to avoid taking her to his father’s. Now he was at her doorstep asking her to come along?“Are you sick in the head?” she snapped. “Why don’t you take your mistress instead?”Liam’s expression hardened. “Stop calling Charlotte that.”“Why? That’s what she is.” Natalie folded her arms. “You used to lie to them just to keep me away, claimed I was sick, busy, out of town. Now suddenly they want me back and you come running like a delivery boy? Haven’t you told them we’re divorced?”He looked away for half a second, jaw tight. “My father and grandmother insisted on seeing you. Believe me, I didn’t come here because I wanted to. But maybe you’re too busy entertaining your boy toy to listen.”Her eyes narrowed. “You’ve got a lot of nerve, Liam.”“And you’ve got a lot of audacity to act like the victim. Father and grandmother have always treated you well, now that you have gotten a few new toys to play with. You suddenly forgot ab