All Chapters of My Ex Cheated, So I Got Hotter!: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

CHAPTER SEVENTY-ONE: REAL VS FAKECHRISTIAN———“Here’s everything I’ve managed to dig up on him,” Alex was saying but I barely looked at him. My gaze stayed fixed on Zoey’s house through the tinted glass of my car. We’d been parked out front for nearly ten minutes, Alex in the driver’s seat and me sitting behind him, lost in my own thoughts.I cannot help but be worried about her. Even though she’d stormed out of the production house earlier with all that sass and confidence, plus that unforgettable slap she gave Scarlett, I couldn’t stop wondering if she was really doing okay. If she’d fallen apart once she was alone.“Based on what I’ve found and what the private investigators reported, there’s nothing suspicious about Chuck so far,” Alex continued.That made me finally turn my attention to him. He was scrolling through his tablet, eyes moving across photos of Chuck, taken secretly over the past two weeks. Some shots showed him walking down the street, others at restaurants or me

CHAPTER SEVENTY-THREE: MEETING MY STEP-SIBLINGSZOEY———A WEEK LATER“We’re here,” Camille announced as she pulled up in front of a gated mansion. The place looked less like a home and more like a private estate: tall gradiometers, endless lawns, and enough greenery to make a park jealous.Two guards dressed in dark uniforms started toward us, their expressions unreadable through the car glass.“How may we help you?” one of them asked, stopping by Camille’s window. The guy was built like a tank. He was dark-skinned with sharp jawline, and arms that could probably lift the car. Just like she always does when she sees a cute guy, Camille’s lashes went into overdrive, and she bit her bottom lip like she was in a perfume commercial.“Hi, handsomeee,” she sang.I rolled my eyes so hard it almost hurt and leaned in. “I’m Zoey Anderson, and this is my best friend, Camille Bronx. We’ve been invited by Attorney Bernett.”The guard’s face shifted immediately. Recognition flashed in his eyes.

CHAPTER SEVENTY-EIGHT: REAL OR FAKE?CHRISTIAN———The music throbbed softly in the background from the live violin playing, as I watched the party from my table, with my fingers tapping against my wine glass. I checked my wristwatch again. Zoey was running late.She’d insisted I go ahead without her. Said she wanted to make a “special entrance.” Alone.I wasn’t sure what that meant. Made me wonder what she could be planning in that pretty head of hers. I exhaled and took a long sip of wine, my gaze drifting across the garden where Daisy and Chuck’s engagement party was ongoing. The rest of the guests were laughing, clinking glasses, and fawning over the bride-to-be. I scanned around for Chuck but didn’t see him anywhere. I had spotted him earlier, though I doubted he’d noticed me…“Well, well, well,” came a voice from behind me, edged with mockery. “Look who we have here.”I turned my head. Chuck circled the table like a shark, pulled a chair, and sat beside me. His grin was tight

CHAPTER SEVENTY-SEVEN: SHATTERED CHRISTIAN ——— “Yo! Watch where you’re going, man!” The guy in the car I just overtook leaned out his window and yelled. But I didn’t care. I didn’t even look at him. My hands tightened around the steering wheel, my jaw locked, and my bloodshot eyes stayed fixed on the road ahead. All I wanted was to reach the hospital. To see my little girl. It was Alex who had called a few minutes ago, his voice shaking as he informed me about Riley’s condition. And that it was worse than ever before. A sharp ache burned in my throat as I pressed harder on the accelerator. The car roared down the road, but it still felt too damn slow. Fuck. I have to fucking get there now. I have to see her. “Christian,” Zoey whispered from the passenger seat, her hand resting gently on my arm. I didn’t respond. My grip only tightened, my knuckles white, my jaw clenching so hard it hurt. “She’s going to be fine,” she said softly. “Riley’s strong. She’ll make it.” Her words

CHAPTER SEVENTY-NINE: A MOTHER’S LOVE 2ZOEY———Once we stepped out of the ER, Christian grabbed my hand and stopped me right there in the hallway.His sharp eyes locked onto mine, searching. As though he could dig the truth straight out of my soul.“Were you serious about what you said back there?” he asked quietly. “About running a compatibility test with Riley?”I nodded once.He shut his eyes, exhaled hard, and released my wrist. His hand went straight to his hair, dragging through it in frustration as he paced.I just stood there, watching him unravel. I could already tell he wasn’t thrilled by the idea of me donating a kidney to his daughter. And honestly, I understood. He’d been through hell today and he didn’t need another reason to panic.“No,” he muttered, shaking his head. “This is wrong. This is so fucking wrong.” He stopped in front of me, his jaw tight. “There’s no chance in hell I’m letting you do this, Zoey. I’d be a fool to risk both your life and Riley’s—”“You were