All Chapters of Did I Steal My Fiancé’s Ex Identity: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Lisa’s POVThe second my eyes landed on Andre, my body screamed at me to run.I wanted to turn around and walk right out the door. I can just turn around and leave the room before anyone notices. But Mara was right beside me, already stepping into conversation mode.What would I tell her? She was starting to trust me again. I could not make a scene. Not after everything. After everything that had happened in the gallery with Andre’s mother and then my former boss, Mr. Myers, I was already walking on thin ice. What excuse would I even give for leaving? I could not say, “Sorry, I need to escape my ex.”While I was frozen, Mara stepped forward. She was smiling at Andre and the famous singer, Curtis.“Mr. DeLuca,” Mara said, shaking Andre’s hand. “This is a surprise. I was told we were meeting the manager. I didn’t expect the Director of the label himself. Me too, I said internally. Andre gave her a smooth smile.I hated that smile because it still got to me. “I like to be hands-on

Andre's Pov"First, you are here," she said, cutting me off. Her anger was quiet, which made it worse. "This whole meeting. Was this your idea? To ambush me at work? Why are you even here now?” she asked.Why?“I wanted to make sure you’re okay.”“I’m fine,” she said, brushing past me a little, but I stepped aside to block her gently.“Lisa, I…”“Don’t,” she cut me off again. “You ruined that meeting. Do you know how humiliating that was? You think yelling at staff in front of clients makes you look like some hero?”I kept my tone low. “That wasn’t the point.”“Then what was? Because from where I stood, it looked like you came here just to prove you can’t stay out of my life.”“That’s not fair,” I said quietly. “I told the kitchen about your allergy. They ignored it. You could have-”“I could have handled it.” Her voice rose slightly. “You don’t have to be the one fixing everything. I told you before to get off my back.”I couldn’t help it. I saw a chance to explain. “You said my fami

Andre's POV I had been sitting in the hotel room all morning, staring at the half-empty glass of whiskey on the table. I wasn’t drinking much these days, but the glass had become some kind of habit. Something to look at when I didn’t know what else to do.It had been a week since the scene at the restaurant. A week has passed since Lisa walked away without looking back. I hadn’t stopped thinking about it. Every time I tried to focus on work, her face came back. The look of disappointment. The sharp tone in her voice when she said everything was a mess because of me.She was right. It was a mess. I was a mess.I hadn’t gone back to the house yet. Diane was there. The thought of walking into that space again felt heavy. I had been paying for a suite here instead, telling myself I just needed space. In truth, I was hiding. Like a coward.The phone rang around noon. The number on the screen wasn’t familiar. I almost ignored it, but something made me pick it up.“Hello?”There was a pause

Andre’s POVBy the time Lisa arrived at the restaurant, Lisa was already there. She sat in a corner of the restaurant hall just staring at her phone. It was hard not to notice how uncomfortable she looked.I paused at the entrance, just watching her for a second before walking over. I smiled as I reached the table. “You’re here early,” I said. “I wasn’t expecting that.”Her eyes looked up to mine, she sent a quick message, and nodded. Then she gave me her full attention.“I just didn’t want to be late.”“Well, I’m glad you asked to see me,” I said, taking the seat across from her. “I was surprised when you reached out.”She didn’t smile back. Instead, she pushed a glass toward me. “I took the liberty of ordering your drink.”I looked at it. Bright orange. A fruit juice. The kind of thing kids ordered at brunch. “This for me?”“Yes,” she said.I almost laughed. She knew I didn’t drink anything this sugary. It was her way of reminding me that I wasn’t in control here.I took a

Lisa’s POVThe next day, I got a call. It was Andre. He wanted to meet again. I sighed. I did not picture us meeting so often."Okay," I said. "I did not think this would mean daily meetings. But I will not argue."He agreed to a time and place. Then he asked, "Did Riley say anything? About me driving you home last night?"I thought about it. "It skipped my mind.”“You forgot?” he sounded confused.“I didn’t forget,” I said. “It just didn’t come up. She mentioned she was spending the night at her new boyfriend’s place. That was pretty much all we talked about.”There was a short silence on the phone. "Oh," he said.By noon, I was already regretting agreeing so easily. We met at a quiet coffee shop. He was already there when I walked in, sitting by the window with his phone in his hand.He looked up and smiled when he saw me. “Right on time.”Andre looked happy as usual to see me.I looked out the window. “I only agreed to this meeting because I want answers. Nothing more.”“I k