All Chapters of My Ex Cheated, So I Got Hotter!: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

CHAPTER EIGHTY-ONE: THE PERFECT MATCHCAMILLE———“Fucckkk!” I hissed as the tequila scorched down my throat like fire. I slammed the empty glass onto the counter and slid it toward the bartender. “More.”He hesitated, eyes darting between me and the line of empty glasses beside me. I could almost see the thought running through his head: ‘How the hell is she still upright?’I didn’t care.“Are you deaf?!” My voice came out sharp, slurred but loud enough to turn heads. “I said more! Or should I call your damn manager?”Without another word, he filled the glass and pushed it toward me. I snatched it up and threw the shot back in one gulp.The burn hit hard. Perfect. Let it sear through the pit in my stomach. Let it drown the memory of my parents’ faces, my mother’s shock, my father’s pale face on the stretcher, the look of disdain in their eyes that I could never bring myself to forget.“Let it take everything,” I muttered. Then, louder, “Let it bloody take everything!”My voice echoed

CHAPTER EIGHTY-THREE: KITCHEN PROMISESCAMILLE———When my eyes finally fluttered open the next morning, I was wrapped in a pair of strong, muscular arms. Warm, firm and possessive.For a second, my foggy brain scrambled back to last night. To the stranger from the bar. The one who’d tried to force himself on me.Jesus. Was he the one holding me?My pulse rocketed. Panic struck and without even looking up at his face, I shoved hard and kicked with all the strength I had left.A dull thud echoed as his body hit the floor, followed by a groan of sharp pain.“Fuck, Camille! What the hell?”My eyes flew open.Oh no.Alex?He sat on the floor, clutching his back, staring at me like I’d just drop-kicked him out of a moving car.I gasped, slapping my palm over my mouth. “Oh my God, Alex! I—shit—I’m so sorry!”Reality hit me at once. He wasn’t the creep from last night. He was the one who’d saved me. And he’s slept over because I’d begged him to.And I just assaulted him.Ah, shit.“Shit, I’m

CHAPTER EIGHTY-FIVE: AN ALLIANCE OF VILLIANSCHUCK———“I still can’t believe I have to show my face at the studio today and walk into that damn place after a certain ‘someone’ let his ex-wife humiliate me at my own engagement party!” Behind me, Daisy muttered under her breath as she stabbed her face with her makeup brush in front of the vanity mirror. She’d been grumbling like this for days, ever since the party blew up in our faces. Her whining grated on my nerves, but I didn’t feel like hitting her today. And that’s only because I had bigger things to worry about.Like Christian’s accusation that day.If not for that, I’d have shut her up already. Just one punch to that flawless, empty head of hers.“They’re all going to laugh at me,” she said, slamming something down on the vanity. “They’ll gossip about me behind my back! If only a certain ‘someone’ hadn’t tried to play his ex-wife and get into her skirt, maybe she wouldn’t have crashed our engagement party just to humiliate me!”

CHAPTER EIGHTY-SEVEN: The Executive MeetingCHRISTIAN———The board-room went silent the moment I walked in. Every head turned. I took my time, taking long unhurried strides. My eyes locked with Scarlett’s across the table. She was seated at the far head, her expression flat as she watched me coolly. A few seats over, Chuck (or rather, the fake Chuck) glared; the anger in his face was obvious. He was never good with keeping his emotions under regulation, anyway.I snorted inwardly. Bloody cowards. They were all mouths before I came in, now they’ve all gone silent.I settled into the head chair, crossing one leg over the other. My arms rested on the armrests of the recliner. I looked around calculatedly.“I was notified of an urgent board meeting,” I said, letting my voice cut through the hush. I studied their faces, one by one. Many of them won’t meet my gaze. “What’s this about?”They whispered among themselves. Scarlett beckoned her assistant over without taking her eyes off me. Th

CHAPTER EIGHTY-NINE: THE SURPRISE ZOEY———“You did WHAT?!”My cereal nearly sprayed across the room. I choked and stared at Christian after he’d just told me he resigned from the production house.I mean, sure, I was always aware of his master plan to stop Scarlett from framing him and stealing the company. But quitting? That definitely wasn’t on my expectation list. Not one fucking bit. “Don’t panic. I planned to leave anyway,” he said casually, then moved, swiping the bowl from my hands and flopping onto the couch where I had just been sitting. He shoveled a spoonful into his mouth. “Ugh, yes. I’m starving as fuck. I could eat a horse right now.”I just gaped at him, unable to believe he’d just treated a career-ending disaster like a minor inconvenience. I was the impulsive one, not him. He shouldn’t be doing this.“I won’t let you do this.” I marched over and snatched the bowl back.He looked up, cheeks full of milk and grain.“You worked your ass off for years to build that pla