All Chapters of No Second Chances, Ex-husband: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

LAUREN'S POV I suddenly opened my eyes and found myself standing on a beach. For a moment, I couldn’t tell if I was dreaming or if this was real. The air was soft and humid, carrying that salty tang that always came from the ocean. I could hear the gentle roar of the waves rolling toward the shore, crashing and retreating like a heartbeat — steady, rhythmic, endless. When I turned my head to the right, my breath caught for a second. I knew this place. The way the horizon stretched endlessly, the cluster of rocks near the shore, the palm trees tilted slightly as if bowing to the wind, it was all too familiar. This was our spot. Ethan and I used to come to this exact stretch of beach every weekend back when things were simple. Back when love hadn’t turned bitter and complicated. A faint smile curved on my lips. It was strange how vivid everything felt, the sand was warm beneath my bare feet, the sunlight bright but not harsh. I almost believed I was really there. Ethan and I had on

LAUREN'S POV It felt like we were staring at each other for hours, though it might have only been a few seconds. Time seemed to stretch, holding both of us in that quiet tension. Roman’s gaze was steady and I could feel it pulling at something inside me I didn’t want to acknowledge. His eyes were dark, sharp, and yet strangely soft in that moment, as though he was looking past my face, past my defenses, into something deeper. I swallowed, my heart beating a little too fast. Why did he have to look at me like that? There was a kind of intensity in his eyes, the kind that made me feel both exposed and… wanted. It made my stomach twist. My mind betrayed me by flashing to the dream I’d had about him, the one where he was shirtless, standing close enough that I could almost feel the warmth of his skin. That image burned into my thoughts like an unwelcome spark, and I quickly blinked it away, trying to ground myself in reality. But he was still looking at me. Still watching. Then a smal

CASSANDRA'S POV “Mr. Hale is almost here, and we need to be there before he arrives,” the manager said briskly as her heels clicked sharply against the floor of the hallway. Her pace was almost punishing, each stride long and purposeful. I struggled to keep up, my own heels clattering behind her as we moved past the line of glass-walled offices. “He’s coming up to pick up something, so we need to get it from his office and you’re going to be the one to give it to him,” she added, not even sparing me a glance as she adjusted the folder in her hand. I just nodded, my breath a little uneven from trying to match her speed. The sound of our footsteps echoed against the walls and the sound of the AC filled the space between her clipped words. I could tell she was anxious; her voice had that hurried edge it always did whenever “Mr. Hale” was mentioned. After a few more turns, we stopped in front of the tall double glass doors that led into his office. The golden nameplate glinted faintl

LAUREN'S POV We both sat across from each other at the long dining table, the gleam of polished silverware catching the soft golden lights above us. The restaurant was quiet, honestly. My fingers traced the rim of the wine glass in front of me as I looked around the place, trying to take it all in. The walls were draped in warm tones, gold and cream, with delicate chandeliers that looked like they belonged in a royal ballroom rather than a restaurant. It felt… surreal. Over the years, I’d been so caught up with work, goals, and revenge that I had forgotten what it was like to simply exist in a beautiful place without thinking of my next move. Even when life had finally given me enough to afford fine restaurants like this, I never permitted myself to enjoy them. Maybe it was guilt or maybe I just didn’t see the point. I sighed quietly, glancing around again. I think I need to start rewarding myself more. Maybe go out sometimes, eat something expensive just for the sake of it, buy a

LAUREN'S POV"I haven’t gotten to know her much, but from the little time I’ve been seeing her, I would like to know her more,” Roman said, his tone low and sincere, his gaze fixed on the table between us. “I know it’s going to take a while before she accepts me, it’s normal. I’m sure every girl her age would feel the same. That’s why I’m going to take things slow, and I’m not going to tell her yet. I can’t just come out of nowhere telling her I’m her father. It might affect her emotionally in a lot of ways, even though she’s still a child.” For a moment, I just stared at him, His words hung in the air, heavy yet careful. “So that’s why you insisted on taking her to school today,” I finally said, my mind slowly piecing things together. He didn’t deny it. He just gave a small nod, and that told me everything I needed to know. “Hold on,” I said, narrowing my eyes as a sudden thought struck me. “I hope by what you just said you’re not planning on doing what I think you’re going t