All Chapters of Winning My Ex Wife: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Charlotte’s pov I walked into the guest room and quietly shut the door behind me. For a split second, I stood there, staring at the walls. The room stood motionless,frozen in silence, its chill atmosphere piercing through my bones. There were no familiar smells in here — only lemon polish that made me feel mad. Just plain mad! He had taken away all traces of me from his part of the house. That hurt! It must have shown on my face because he gave a little grin as he looked up. Well, to melt away some of that sort of embarrassment, I made myself walk over to the wardrobe and fingered it open. Then I laughed outright — almost uproariously. All my old things were in here were stacked stiffly like a stranger’s! Old t-shirts. Joggers. A pair of faded jeans. Simple things. But I didn’t come back to Edward to be simple. No, not tonight. Not after what I had risked to return. I dug into my suitcase and pulled out the red silk dress. The one that clung to my body like a second ski

Edward’s pov I woke up to my head throbbing intensely. It felt like I was being hammered directly on my skull over and over again. I sat up, feeling very nauseous, trying to recall what had happened the night before as I placed my hands on my face. I felt parched and looked around. It looked like my room. At least I wasn’t in a different room so that was good. The lights felt too bright as I winced. I felt heavy. My chest felt weird. I pushed up against the pillows and turned my head to the left. The bed was empty. That made me breathe easily. Knowing I was alone here. I didn’t know why but being with Charlotte made breathing hard for me. I tossed the covers away and got up as I found my trousers. I was naked from the waist down. That was strange. I shrugged and wore my briefs as I dragged myself to the bathroom. I needed to pre and after I was done I splashed water over my face: The hangover is killing me. I thought about kneeling and sticking my head under

Edward’s pov Dim and quiet, just the way I like it. Sitting at a small table; my back in the corner was as far away from the music as I could get, as far away from the people that came with it too. Its drink sat untouched right in front of me, whiskey; I hadn't even taken a sip yet, I just looked at it. Everything feels so heavy. My mind. My body. My heart. The door swooshed open and I looked up through the sudden storm of hissing rain to see Jake stride in—tall, broad-shouldered, invariably grim. He spied me and came directly over to my table. “Edward,” he said as he sat down. “You look like hell.” I smiled wearily at him. “Thanks, Jacob. This is the exact kind of encouragement my heart was yearning for.” He waved over the bartender as he laughed again. “I’ll have a whiskey, too,” he said before turning to me. “Seriously, what's going on with you” I let out a sigh and relaxed back in my seat. “ I honestly wouldn't know where to begin” “Anywhere,” Jake said, his arms crosse

Edward’s pov“I don’t know,” I said coldly.I nodded at her. “Goodbye.”Then walked past her and through the front doors.The morning air smacked my face as I approached the awaiting car, my driver standing patiently at its side before he opened up its door for me. He gulped and nodded. “Good Morning sir.”I nodded back. “Morning, James.”I got in the back seat and I closed the door.The car started to pull out of the driveway and I looked out the window one last time.Charlotte was still looking out the door after the car had driven off. I sighed and closed my eyes. Something lifted off my chest as we drove off.It was relief.As we made our way towards the airport, James looked at me through the mirror.“First time in weeks you’re leaving town, sir,” he said.“Yeah,” I said. “And it’s good.”“You having rough days?” he asked.“Oh dear, I can’t say. It’s been crazy.”"Perhaps some different air will help."“I hope so,” I said.I leaned back and looked at the window.Tall trees passe

Edward’s pov“No. Tired of you,” I said. My voice was calm but sharp. “I don’t want this anymore.”Her face changed immediately. She blinked and sat up straight. “What do you mean?”“You’re in my house, this is not how it should be. We were done a long time ago. Why are you back?”She scoffed. “You can’t be serious now.”“Oh, I am. You should leave.”She frowned. “What’s changed?”“ I’m tired of it,” I said.“Edward,” she said, sharply. “I’m not leaving.”That was the first time she was going against my words and I found it intriguing that she would be bold enough to tell me that.“What do you mean by that?” I said, in a confused tone. “I just told you to leave.”She laughed but it wasn’t a nice laugh. It was a cold, sharp, completely fake laugh.“You think you’ll tell me to go and I’ll go?”“That’s how this works. I not changing my mind so when I tell you to leave my house, you leave my fucking house. That’s not changing.”Her smile got bigger now. Her hands went slow as one of them