All Chapters of My Ex Cheated, So I Got Hotter!: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

CHAPTER THIRTY ONE: WHEN THE DEVIL CALLS THE SHOTS CHRISTIAN ——— “What the hell are you doing here?” My voice was calm, but I made sure it carried the edge of someone who wasn’t expecting her. I stepped into my bedroom, shut the door, and stripped off my suit jacket. “That’s a stupid question, Chris.” Her laugh was soft. The bed creaked as she rose, and a heartbeat later her arms slid around me from behind. Her breasts pressed deliberately into my back. “Don’t tell me you’re not happy to see me.” I kept my face blank, my movements steady, but my jaw tightened. I loosened my tie, fingers unfastening my shirt buttons one by one. “The only reason you still have access to my house is the kids, Scarlett. You see them during the day, you leave before dark. Or they visit you at your place.” My tone sharpened. “And about the production house—set a meeting at the studio or send me an email. You don’t need to show up here, especially at this hour.” “Hmm.” She hummed like I hadn’

CHAPTER THIRTY THREE: NEW FRIENDZOEY———I just stood there, rooted to the spot like a dumb church rat, watching Scarlett carefully wipe the sticky mess off Camille’s face. Once she was done, she pressed her lips into that soft, apologetic smile again.“I apologize once again,” she said. The way her voice floated out—gentle, careful, like a flower swaying in the wind—made my stomach knot with something ugly. Jealousy, maybe. I couldn’t, for the life of me, figure out how Christian had ended things with a woman like this. This perfect, perfect, sweet woman. “I’ve not been around for a while,” she continued. “So the kids seemed to have picked up some bad behaviors.”“That’s fine.” Camille finally spoke, her voice tight as a wire. The way her neck stiffened, I could tell she was wrestling with the urge to grab those girls by their braids and knock some manners into them. Camille wasn’t as forgiving as I was l. Once, when some neighborhood kids pelted her car with pebbles, she’d chase

CHAPTER THIRTY FIVE: AN APPOINTMENT WITH SAGEZOEY———As I held Chuck’s suspicious stare, I felt this strong urge to tell him everything. How I’d screwed his best friend more than once, and in ways that would burn holes in his imagination. I craved that look on his face when the truth landed.Ah! I would frame the look on his stupid, interfering face and hang it on my freaking wall. But Christian must have read my mind because he cut in first. “What Miss Anderson was trying to say,” he said, tone calm and controlled. “is that we hooked up a couple of times. In her words, I believe she meant we hung out a few times.” His expression was unreadable as he looked Chuck dead in the eye.He turned to me. “Right, Miss Anderson?”I froze for a beat, weighing my options. The reckless side of me still wanted to burn it all down, but the logical side knew better. If I let the truth slip, it would be headline news by morning. Chuck and Daisy would run to the press, everyone would know I was s

CHAPTER THIRTY SIX: CONFESSIONSCAMILLE ———I trembled as I clutched the jacket wrapped around me—Alex’s jacket. My eyes stared into space, back to the moment when that truck had slammed into Mason.The crack of bone. Blood smeared across the road.Mason’s body, still.I’d tried to run to him, to confirm life or death with my own hands, but Alex had held me back, locking me against his chest like a cage.Mason was gone.Alex had driven me straight to my apartment. I hadn’t spoken a word the entire ride. My skin had gone cold, my face drained, and my thoughts blank. Only one image haunted me: Mason’s broken body lying there like discarded glass.When we’d reached my apartment, Alex guided me to the couch and draped his jacket over me. I could only sit rigid, staring through the walls as though I had no bones, no blood, just… void.“I’ll get you some water.” He’d murmured, disappearing into my kitchen as though he already knew his way around it.Mason was dead. My greatest nemesis dead

CHAPTER THIRTY NINE: THIS DARK SIDE OF HIMZOEY———I frowned, shifting on my feet. What’s he doing here? And why was he looking for me?Sage mirrored my expression. He walked up beside me, both of us facing a stern-looking Christian. Christian’s eyes darkened dangerously as he took in Sage’s outfit.“What’s up, tough guy?” Sage asked, trying to sound casual, though I could hear the slight irritation beneath his tone. “Didn’t expect to have you forcefully barging your way into my house at this time of the night—”“Did something happen between you two?” Christian asked, much to our surprise. I blinked in disbelief, dumbfounded. What the actual heck? Did he really expect something to happen between Sage and me? Something like… like sex?“Excuse me?” Sage frowned.“Forget it.” Christian breathed heavily through his nose. He turned his gaze to me, cold and hard. “Let’s go. It’s late. You shouldn’t be here by this time.”“What—” Before I could even say anything, Christian’s fingers wrappe