Todos los capítulos de Winning My Ex Wife: Capítulo 101 - Capítulo 110

Eloise’s povI used the keys I was clenching between my fingers to shove open the front door of my apartment, my day finally catching up with me. The muted light from the television in the living room flickered across the walls as I suspected someone was watching it and sure enough, there was the babysitter crumpled asleep on the sofa. She startled wide awake the minute she saw me standing there, smoothing her hair back like she'd been caught at something.“She’s in bed,” she snapped before I could say a word, nodding toward Selena’s room. “Been down for an hour.”I nodded slowly and offered her my most tired smile as I pulled my wallet from my bag to pay her. “Thanks. You’re a lifesaver.”She gave me the generic nod and pocketed the money I gave her before grabbing her coat. “She’s good, like always. You have yourself a good girl.”“I know,” I smiled and truthfully, I was glad I had her by my side.She got up and left as I sighed when the door locked. No more pretending, no more fak

Charlottes povI didn’t like what I had just seen. Edward, his jaw clenched, his eyes hard, and the man, Oscar by name, a person of whom I had heard nothing except in whispered rumor… flinging words like broken glass. Not the customary kind of remarks which men of wealth exchange between themselves. No, these words struck.They were meant to strike.And who the hell was this Oscar anyway to talk to Edward like that? He was cocky. Something about him struck me and as much as I hated him I felt attracted to him somehow.Edward stepped back and left as I joined him at the party away from Oscar.I tugged at Edward’s sleeve, a clumsy mistake on my part but it got his attention, and said, “Who is he?”He barely glanced my way. “Oscar and I… We have a complicated history.”Complicated? That’s it? Like that came anywhere close to justifying the poison in his voice.I wanted to push, demand he tell me more but the look in his eyes told me I needed to settle back. He wouldn’t give more now. Pos

Edward’s povVoices clamored, shouted questions fired all together."Edward, what happened in there?""Did you really get into it with Oscar Monroe?"“Who’s the lady with ya?”“Are you hurt?”I shielded my face with my bloody hand as I rushed through the people.My lip was split, swollen. My hand was bleeding… There was no fucking way I could pretend nothing happened.Charlotte stepped beside me as well, her head ducked and hands raised in front of her face to block the light.“Edward…”“Move,” I snapped, pushing her down the walkway.The car was right there. A black Mercedes, long and sleek and with windows you couldn’t see through. The driver got out and opened the back door for me on the other side of a half a dozen shouting paparazzi.I ducked my head, pushed through, my other hand clamping down on Charlotte’s shoulder in a vice to keep her moving. “Don’t stop, just don’t stop.”I got in and shut the door after me. It went mute right away; the sound of muffled shouting and flashin

Edward’s pov“I love you. I love only you. Can’t you hear that?” The admission choked me. “If I hurt you, I’m sorry… but this isn’t me doing it. She’s pushing herself into our lives. She’s trying to wedge herself between us.”Eloise blinked, her lashes wet but didn’t look like she was holding tears back.I searched her face, desperate, and my gaze fell on her lips. Fuck it… I couldn’t stop myself. The distance between us disappeared in one rough second, and then I kissed her.It wasn’t gentle and neither was it cautious.It was hard, and it was demanding, and she pushed against me at first while I kept wishing she’d pull me closer instead.My whole body caught fire as she leaned into me and we stayed there for a while, the tension between us rising to higher grounds.It didn’t take long before she broke off and we stared at each other with our chests heaving and we were breathless.“Why?” I choked out. “Why are you breaking me?”It was as if killing me would be a mercy.“Please, just

Edward’s povWith the evidence I had, I would not confront her. Not yet. I wanted her to continue for a bit longer, wanted her to believe she had been stealthy enough to get away with this. And when she lost that expectation of getting caught, when she believed we were through and clear? Then I would step forward.This thought settled my worrying heart.Let them continue. But neither of them knew how long I could be patient for. How much control could I have as everything burned?My phone buzzed again. I looked at it… the same text from my spy, making sure I knew the coordinates, asking if I wanted him to send a photo now. I didn’t look at it. A photo now wasn’t necessary. I already knew where she was. And that was enough.I finished bathing and turned in bed, pulling the covers halfway up my body, and for once, sleep didn’t feel like something beyond me. Whatever had been there before in my chest felt less like a void and more like something solid.Let them have their fun. I smiled a