Semua Bab Your uncle is a better choice, dear ex-husband : Bab 11 - Bab 20

Renna's POV.I stood in front of the mirror, tugging at the hem of the emerald bodycon dress I’d just pulled out of the wardrobe.The wardrobe Landon had stuffed full of expensive clothes for me the moment I moved in. I hadn’t bought a single thing in there, and tonight, I was grateful for it.The dress hugged my body like a second skin. Too tightly. I wasn’t used to this.I turned sideways, surprised by the hourglass figure I was seeing in the mirror, I wasn't used to wearing tight clothes back when I was married to Hayes because I was a married woman and wanted to act as such, I've hidden myself under those baggy hideous gowns that I actually forgot how my body was shaped like. I exhaled deeply and lowered myself on the dressing chair, facing the mirror close-up as I reached for the little tube of mascara I kept in my drawer. I wasn’t a makeup person, never had been. But I figured a little something might make me look more put together. A light sweep on my lashes, a dab of gloss, a

Renna's POV.I woke up starving. Not the “I could nibble on something” kind of hungry, no, this was the deep, stomach-growling, “feed me or I’ll die” kind of hungry. I didn’t know why, but I felt like I could eat a whole buffet. Still, there was no way I was going downstairs for breakfast without at least brushing my teeth and showering.With the speed I was trying to move, I started undressing right there as I climbed off the bed. Off came my nightshirt, then my shorts, leaving me in just my bra and panties. My brain was only on one mission... finish fast, eat faster. I unhooked my bra and tossed it aside, already reaching for my panties... and then my skin prickled, a creepy, gut-deep awareness that someone was watching.I froze mid-motion.Impossible. Landon should be at work by now. Or anywhere but here. It wasn’t even a question... I haven't woken up to him still in the room except it was the weekend, and it isn'tSlowly, I turned, ready to glare at whatever weird painting or wi

Renna's POV.The very first thing I did immediately I opened my eyes... before yawning, before stretching, before even thinking of stepping out of bed was to dart my eyes around the entire room like a paranoid cat, making sure there was no trace of Landon lounging anywhere he had no business being.“Good,” I muttered to myself, sinking back against the pillows with relief.Because I’m not giving him another free show today in my rightful sense.Yesterday’s incident was still fresh in my head, the way his eyes had shamelessly traveled all around me, the smirk tugging at his lips when he knew I’d realized he was standing there. It had been embarrassing, mortifying even, but the worst part? He’d enjoyed it way too much. And judging from how he had teased me at dinner, he wasn’t planning to let me live it down any time soon.So this morning? I was on high alert.I wrapped myself up in my robe, double checked the lock before heading to shower, and even at that , I was still very much on th

Renna's POV.Halfway through the drive home, we made a quick stop at the mall... It was totally uncalled for, but Landon never seized to amaze me; we were practically driving past the mall when his eyes caught sight of a pretty dress on display and quickly pulled over to get it for me.It was a mixed feeling of both appreciation and confusion for me because no one has ever done a thing like that for me, and need I even talk about how freely he did it like it was the barest minimum? “Do you ever stop trying to make an impression?” I asked, stopping beside him, as we watched the valet rush to bring his car immediately we walked out.Excuse my sorry ass for sounding so unappreciative, but this is really all new to me. He flashed me his regular sly smirk. "An impression you say? It's far from it kitten, I just enjoy watching you blush when I take care of you." “What? I haven't blushed a single time all night,” I snapped, crossing my arms.“Oh, you did,” he murmured, leaning closer so t

Renna's POV.I absolutely don't know what to do with myself today.The house was too big, too clean, like it didn’t even need me. Every time I lifted a hand to do something, one of the house staff appeared out of nowhere and gently took over.“Mrs. Carter, I’ll take care of that,” they’d say with polite smiles, and I’d just stand there awkwardly, holding a dishcloth or a feather duster like a misplaced decoration.This wasn’t Hayes’s house.There, I did everything. Cooked, cleaned, served, fixed, smiled, and still got told I wasn’t enough.This wasn’t my father’s house either, where every chore came with a reminder that I should be grateful to be fed at all. That I was a burden. A charity case.This… this was different.Landon’s house wasn’t just a house. It was a world. A world that didn’t expect me to bend until I broke, and despite how hard I tried to stop myself from admitting it... I'm really enjoying my stay so far. I tried to read a book, but I couldn’t concentrate. I tried to