All Chapters of My Ex Cheated, So I Got Hotter!: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

CHAPTER SIXTY ONE: OLD CHUCK?ZOEY———“I can’t believe that witch did that to you!” Camille’s face was red with rage as she paced around my bedroom, body heaving with rage. I’d just finished narrating all that had transpired last night between Scarlett and me, and how Christian had saved me like a knight in shining armor. Though I refused to call it that. Which knight in shining armor bundles and duct tapes a fair maiden?“I’m going to fucking find that bitch now, and give her a piece of my mind,” Camille said through gritted teeth, eyes blazing hot. She barged towards the door.I immediately flung into a frenzy, throwing myself between her and the door. I spread my arms wide and shook my head frantically. “Hey, hey, hey. Cool it off, Missy. I already confronted her myself. Just chill, okay?”Camille crossed her arms over her chest, staring at me with narrowed eyes as if she didn’t believe me. I sighed. “I swear it.”Camille continued to stare at me for a beat, eyes narrowing eve

CHAPTER SIXTY-THREE: MY STALKER IICAMILLE———The water cascaded down Alex’s fully clothed frame as he joined me under the shower. It soaked his shirt until it clung like a second skin. The thin fabric traced every hard plane of his chest, every ridge of muscle. My pulse throbbed at the sight. Fuck, he looked sinful like this. Wet, dark, and dangerous.I reached out, fingers splaying across his chest, feeling the tremor of muscle beneath my touch. His eyes locked on mine, hungry and unblinking.“You’re the last person I ever thought would stalk me,” I murmured, my lips curling into a slow smirk. “So tell me, Alex… why are you here? What do you want?”God. What had I turned into? I should’ve been screaming, calling the police, running far away. But instead, I stood here in the shower with him. Naked. Touching him. Pulling him closer.“Answer me, Alex.” My voice came out a low, sultry coo as I pressed my body against his. I felt him hard against my stomach. That’s it. Get hard for me

CHAPTER SIXTY-FIVE: THE RAGE OF A CRAZY WOMANZOEY———“I hate my life.” I muttered, stabbing my food like it had personally wronged me.We were sitting in a small diner that smelled of roasted turkey and burnt coffee. Thanks to Christian, I’d stopped crying, but my face was still a whole red-eyed disaster. He’d still insisted on taking me out for dinner after work, and honestly, I hadn’t even had the energy to argue. I just needed a distraction. Anything to keep my brain from replaying the chaos of earlier.Except, nothing worked. The food might as well have been cardboard. Every bite felt like chewing water. I just wanted to go home, bury myself under my sheets, and cry until I evaporated.“My life sucks.” I sighed, letting my head drop onto the table beside my plate. The wood was cool against my skin. Maybe if I stayed like this long enough, I’d blend into the furniture.Across from me, Christian paused mid-bite, his eyes resting on me with that maddening calm of his. Then he sigh

CHAPTER SIXTY-SEVEN: BREAKING CHUCKCHRISTIAN———I waited in silence, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of my mouth. Zoey was in the bathroom changing, and every second she stayed in there, my pulse thudded harder.She had said yes. She’d agreed to be mine. My girlfriend.The word still tasted new on my tongue.For once, I felt like I’d won something that had almost slipped through my fingers. And that didn’t happen often.I wasn’t the kind of man who chased. People came to me. Women came to me. I didn’t have to lift a damn finger.But Zoey? She made me run. Made me chase. And somehow, that thrill—her resistance, her fire—brought out a part of me I didn’t even know existed. The part that wanted to claim. To possess. To fucking ruin.When she hesitated earlier, my chest had tightened in a way that almost made me lose my mind. For the first time, I’d actually been nervous.And then she said yes.My smile widened, but it vanished as quickly as it came when the thought of Chuck suddenl

CHAPTER SIXTY-NINE: BOARD-ROOM SAGACHRISTIAN———I was in a board meeting the next morning at the production house when the door slammed open.Chuck stormed in, rage written all over him.Before anyone could see it coming, he’d crossed the room in three furious strides. His fist crashed into my jaw, hard enough to rattle my teeth. Pain flashed white-hot across my face. I staggered back, gripping a chair to steady myself.Gasps rippled through the room. Everyone froze, too shocked to speak. Well, everyone except me. I’d been waiting for this.“You fucking asshole!” Chuck roared, landing another punch. This one split my lip. Blood pooled on my tongue, metallic and warm. I lifted my head slowly, meeting his burning eyes. His face was red with fury, chest heaving, nostrils flaring. He looked ready to kill.“Mr. Gilbert! What is this nonsense?!” Scarlett’s sharp voice cut through the chaos. I hadn’t mentioned she was here, had I?Chuck’s wild gaze snapped toward her, but his rage only d