All Chapters of Divorce and Regret: Chasing My Famous Lawyer Ex-Wife: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Emma’s POVMy heart was pounding so fast I was convinced it was trying to break free from my chest and sprint back to the airport.Because there he was. Lucas Ardent.Stretched out like a sinfully comfortable panther across the honeymoon bed.He patted the space beside him like this was normal.“Come on,” he said, voice lazy and dangerous. “Join me. This bed is fantastic.”I stared at him like he’d spontaneously grown horns. “No.”He grinned. “Don’t think I arranged this, by the way. I didn’t.”“I don’t care,” I snapped.“I think,” he continued, undeterred, “we’re just destined to be together. Know what I mean?”I glared at him. “No. I don’t know what you mean. And I don’t want to know.”He laughed in amusement. “Ugh,” I muttered. I needed distance. Space. Air. Maybe a different dimension.I yanked my luggage upright, unzipped it, and grabbed the first dress I saw. No idea what color, style, or fabric—just that it was not pajamas and not lingerie and therefore acceptable for my Surv

Emma’s POVA chair scraped loudly beside me.Lucas dropped into it like he owned the resort. “Evening.”My soul left my body.Jeremiah straightened instantly, spine snapping into polite professionalism. “Mr. Ardent. Good evening, sir.”Lucas gave him a slow smile, the smile that should’ve been illegal. “Jeremiah. Lovely night, isn’t it?”I wanted to shove him into the ocean.“What are you doing here?” I hissed under my breath.He took a bite of the dessert he definitely did not buy and shrugged. “Eating.”I glared.He smiled wider.Jeremiah cleared his throat delicately. “Ms. Emma was just asking about tomorrow’s schedule. I was going over the sunrise activities and—”“Oh?” Lucas stretched his legs out, casual and obnoxiously confident. “I didn’t realize you two were having such an… intimate conversation.”I slapped my palm against my forehead. “Lucas.”Jeremiah blinked hard. “Sir, I assure you, I was only assisting Ms. Emma with—”“Sure,” Lucas cut in. “But hey—does your girlfriend k

Emma’s POVWater dripped down his chest. His hair was damp and pushed back. And his eyes—Oh god.His eyes were on me. On my mostly-bare body.“What—WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT?!” I hissed, scrambling for the closest robe hanging behind the door.He blinked slowly… way too slowly… like he was taking his sweet time appreciating the situation.Then the bastard smirked.“Just observing,” he said lightly. “You have a habit of barging into rooms without checking.”“I stay here too!” I shot back, tugging the robe around me so hard I nearly strangled myself. “And I thought you weren’t here yet. You—you—just—get out!”Still laughing under his breath, he walked forward to pass me.And that’s when it happened.His arm brushed my bare arm—just the tiniest glide of warm, wet skin sailing across mine—but it was enough to send a bolt of electricity straight through me.I gasped. He definitely felt it.Because he paused. And angled his head. And looked at me like he knew exactly what he’d just done.“Yo

Natalie’s POVThe food truck park was glowing with fairy lights and neon signs, the air thick with the smell of grilled cheese, tacos, and something sweet like cinnamon waffles. People were laughing around us, music played from hidden speakers, and honestly…it was the first time all week I felt like I could breathe.Matthew handed me a paper cup filled with cold lemonade. “Extra ice,” he said with a smile. “You always look like you’re one sweat bead away from murdering someone when you’re stressed.”I snorted. “Wow. Such a compliment.”“You’re welcome,” he said brightly, bumping my shoulder.We settled at a wooden picnic table, the bench slightly wobbly but charming in its own way. For a minute, we just ate in comfortable silence—me with my chicken wrap, him with some massive overloaded hotdog that I was sure defied several health codes.Then he exhaled, long and steady.“Natalie,” he began, voice softer than usual, “I’ve been thinking.”My heart thudded. Oh no. Not this. Not now.“I

Natalie’s POV“Come on,” I said quickly, my voice thinner than I wanted. “Let’s… let’s go home. We’re drenched.”Home. God. I didn’t even know why that slipped out.My heart was racing so hard it practically drowned out the thunder. I couldn’t feel the cold rain anymore—just the heat rushing through my veins, lighting up every nerve like fireworks.Brandon blinked, snapped out of whatever moment we’d almost had, and nodded. “Yeah. Let’s go.”We took off running through the puddles, half-laughing. Rain slapped against our faces and soaked our clothes until they clung to our skin. There was something wild and ridiculous about it, something that made me forget—just for a moment—who we were to each other.By the time we reached the parking lot, my hair was plastered to my cheeks and I could barely see.“That was insane,” Brandon breathed out, brushing water from his eyelashes.“Yeah,” I said softly. “Insane.”But the word meant something entirely different inside my chest.He reached his