All Chapters of Winning My Ex Wife: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Eloise’s povI had a bad dream that had me waking up with a start.My face was drenched in sweat as I shook my head to remove the bad thoughts I was feeling.I got out of bed. Selena. I need to know if she was okay.I crossed the room quietly – there were toys here that she’d dropped; I didn’t want to trip over them – and opened the door to her room just enough so that I could have a look inside without letting too much light in. She hadn’t moved all night; her colouring book was on the floor beside her. Her lips moved silently as though she dreamed about talking.I closed the door softly and got back in my room as I reached for my phone. Muscle memory. But the moment I unlocked it, I felt nauseous.The headline on my favorite blog almost seemed to shout at me: “Edward Bassett Reunited with Ex, Charlotte – Baby on the Way!”I almost screamed when I saw this. Was this real? Was this true? How could he do this to me?I saw pictures of Charlotte smiling and Edward looking happy. These we

Edward’s povAt this point, I was done listening.“I don’t give a damn what they’re saying.” I winced. “I mean, it doesn’t matter. I have nothing to do with her… nothing at all.”He looked back down at me silently, “But the rumors…”“Stop listening to stupid rumors and worry about the job I fucking pay you for,” I snapped, leaning back in my chair, trying to keep my temper stable. My heart was racing, too fast, too hot. “That’s your job, not spreading this bullshit we don’t have time for.”For a second, I thought that silenced him. But Bryan being Bryan went on. “I just… Well… I mean… I heard news.”“What?”“That’s what I heard. That you were married once.”Great: now they were digging into my past. Just perfect. “It didn’t work out. The end. And it’s nothing to do with you, Bryan. So stop talking about my life as if you’re some fucking reporter.”His face reddened. “I’m sorry. I just meant—”I waved it off, already too irritated to bother. “Never mind.” I rubbed at my temple, headach

Charlottes povI was lying flat on the bed when I heard my phone ring. With a sigh, I picked it up without looking at who was calling. I heard his voice, low and angry; every word tinged with that anger he thought frightened me. It didn’t. If anything, it just made me smile wider.“Do you even know what you’ve done?” His panic practically tremored through the phone. “You’ve almost destroyed everything for me, Charlotte. Everything. You come waltzing back in town, you play this little game, and you honestly think I’m going to take this?”“Oh come on,” I sighed and rolled to the next side as I stretched. “Don’t be so dramatic about things. You’re still alive. Nothing is ruined. Still rich. Still powerful. The world hasn’t ended.”He didn’t even pause long enough for me to pull the phone from where it was pinned under my cheek and ear before yelling. “You’re ridiculous,” he snapped, each word biting down through the receiver like a lash of sharp-edged wire. “You think this is some kind o

Eloise’s povI entered the office and sighed as I was tired from working all day long.I could see the paperwork as I got down to it and within minutes I was done.I filed away the last folder into the dusty drawer, exhaled loudly, and began organizing my things for departure, purse, phone, keys; check! Halfway through turning off the desk lamp though came a creak from behind me.I froze. I turned to see who it was and saw Edward there.“I’m busy,” I said as he sighed. “We need to talk.”I laughed bitterly under my breath, turning back to my desk to shove my things into my bag. “No. We don’t. We’ve talked to Edward. More than enough. And I’m done.”He took a step closer towards me; I could hear his steps on the tile, slow and calculated.“No.” My voice snapped, sharper than I intended. I turned around to glare at him. “Don’t start. Don’t you fucking dare start. You don’t get to walk in here after everything and demand my time like nothing happened. I told you I was done and I meant

Edward’s povThe room was suddenly too small and the air too thin. It’s not often I find myself wishing I could kill her and be done with this, but that day was—by a large chunk—one of them. “Why?” I asked in a calm voice. “Why are you doing this?”She scoffed as she approached me. “Why do I? Because I can, because you let me, and because deep down you know I’m right—that I deserve you. Stop acting like you don’t care about me. You do.” I stared straight into those evil depths she called eyes. Anger and fear wove through me in equal measure with shame. The urge rose within to fling all those murmured words back into her face. But when I spoke, they slipped out only as a tired sigh while my shoulders sagged down further than they ever had before.“You are sick.” The word hissed through my clenched teeth. “I know. But hey. I’m not dumb. So be ready, Edward. Tonight or the next, it doesn’t matter to me that you’re coming with me. And when we walk in that door together, everyone will s