Lahat ng Kabanata ng Divorce and Regret: Chasing My Famous Lawyer Ex-Wife: Kabanata 151 - Kabanata 160

Emma’s POVI woke up to warm breath on my neck.Warm. Male. Definitely not mine.My eyes flew open — and I almost died right there.Lucas Ardent’s arm was wrapped around my waist while my back was pressed against his chest. His leg was thrown over mine and his face was buried against my neck.Like we’d been spooning all night.“WHAT THE—?!” I shrieked, jolting upright.He groaned sleepily, blinking awake. “Morning, Emma.”“Morning?!” I kicked him — hard — off the bed.He hit the floor with a thud. “Ow—! What the hell, Emma?!”“You—were—ON—ME!” I pointed wildly, my face on fire. “Why were you ON MY BODY?!”Lucas pushed himself up, hair messy, still annoyingly handsome, rubbing his side. Then the bastard actually laughed.“Relax, sweetheart. I sleep-move.” He smirked. “Admit it — you wanted to cuddle me.”“I want to drown you,” I snapped.“Kinky,” he said with a wink.I threw a pillow at him. He dodged.“Shut up! I’m calling the front desk.”I grabbed the phone and practically stabbed

Brandon’s POVDropping her off should have felt simple. But when I pulled up to her building and shifted the car into park, the air between us felt suspended—like if either one of us breathed too loudly, the whole night would spill out.Natalie unbuckled slowly. Too slowly.“Thanks for the ride,” she said, voice measured, professionally polite.Like we had just finished a meeting.Like my mouth hadn’t been on hers a short while ago.“Of course,” I managed.She opened the door. Paused.I waited for something—anything. A second glance. A half-smile. A sign that I hadn’t imagined all of it.Instead, she nodded once, crisp and controlled.“Goodnight, Brandon.”And then she left.I sat there long enough for the windshield to fog again.What the hell am I doing?I ran a hand through my hair, gripping hard. By the time I got home, exhaustion had started to settle in—the physical kind, not the emotional disaster currently lodged in the center of my chest.I had barely shut the door behind me

Emma’s POVLucas kissed me like he’d been holding back for weeks. Like he was done pretending. His hand slid from my chin to the side of my neck, thumb brushing just beneath my ear, and the sensation alone made my knees weaken.I kissed him back.God help me, I kissed him back. With great desire and passion.The room seemed to shrink, the air thick and heavy, my pulse loud enough to drown out the ocean beyond the balcony. His other hand found my waist, fingers pressing firmly, pulling me closer until there was no space left to pretend this was harmless.I gasped against his mouth when his lips dipped lower, along my jaw, my throat. My hands slid into his hair, tugging without thinking, and he groaned softly—low, dangerous, like a sound he wasn’t meant to make.“Emma,” he murmured, breath hot against my skin. My name sounded different on his lips. Less teasing. More… intent.That should’ve been my warning.Instead, I let him push me down on the bed. Let him climb over me as our lips pr

Nathan’s POVI shouldn’t have gone to the pantry.I’d told myself I was just grabbing coffee. Five minutes. In and out. Something to keep my hands busy while my mind spiraled through supplier numbers and Brunner’s cowardly retraction.Then I saw them.Carmilla was perched on the counter, legs crossed, a paper bag open beside her. Jason Andrews stood too close—too comfortable—holding a fork like he was mid-story, making her laugh.Not polite laughter.Real laughter. Something I had never seen her do with me. Not that we ever talked about anything funny or light. Something hot and ugly twisted in my chest.“And then he says,” Jason continued, grinning, “—sir, that’s not a feature, that’s a bug.”Carmilla laughed, throwing her head back. “No. Stop. That’s terrible.”“Admit it,” Jason said. “You love it.”She did. I could tell. Her shoulders were relaxed. Her guard was down.I cleared my throat, but neither of them noticed. So I took a step closer.“Carmilla.”She startled, turning so fa

Brandon’s POV“Oh, hi,” Natalie said, looking up from her desk. “I didn’t know you were coming here.”I hadn’t known how she’d react—surprised, guarded, annoyed, perhaps? I’d come here just to see her. My feet led me here because I was looking for her and I just wanted to hear her voice, feel her presence. “We were just talking,” Dylan said smoothly, stepping in before I could answer, “about what you’ve done to protect York International from Vivian’s mess.”I shifted my weight and stepped fully into the office, the doorframe no longer enough of a boundary.“Ah,” I said lightly. “Yes. That.”My gaze drifted back to Natalie without permission. She met my eyes then, offering a small, polite smile—and something warm and familiar flared in my chest before I could stop it.Damn it.I cleared my throat. “That’s largely thanks to Natalie,” I said, letting my eyes linger a second too long. “She’s been… invaluable.”Her smile didn’t change, but I noticed the flicker behind her eyes. Caution.