All Chapters of My CEO Ex-Husband's Regret: Chasing His Dying Wife Back : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

This was insane. This man had held a gun to my head. Had threatened to kill my father. Had slashed my tires and manipulated me and promised to watch me suffer.And I was standing here letting him touch me. Wanting him to touch me more.What the fuck was wrong with me?"You're thinking too much," Ares murmured, his thumb stroking along my jaw. "I can see it in your eyes. All those thoughts racing through your pretty head.""I'm thinking about how much I hate you," I managed to say."Liar." But he said it fondly, like my hatred was adorable. "You're thinking about what it would feel like if I kissed you right now. If I pressed you against that car over there and showed you exactly what happens when you look at me with those defiant eyes."My breath hitched audibly, and his smile turned predatory."That's what I thought." His face moved closer, close enough that I could feel his breath on my lips. "You want me, little birdie. Even though you know you shouldn't. Even though you know I'm d

IVYMaya had another interview today, and I insisted on coming with her."You don't have to babysit me," she said as we sat in her car outside the medical office building. "I'm a big girl. I can handle rejection number seventeen on my own.""I'm not babysiting. I'm providing moral support." I squeezed her hand. "And when you get this job, we're celebrating with the most expensive wine my new salary can buy."She tried to smile, but I could see the exhaustion in her eyes. Three weeks of constant rejection had worn her down in a way I'd never seen before. Maya—loud, fearless, unbreakable Maya—was starting to crack.All thanks to that damned Damien Blackwood."I'll wait here," I said. "Go kill it."She nodded and got out of the car, straightening her blazer and putting on her professional face. I watched her walk into the building with her head held high, and I prayed this time would be different.Twenty minutes later, she came storming out.Not walking. Storming. Her face was red, her h

Right there in the lobby. In front of dozens of witnesses. In front of phones recording every second. A hard, possessive kiss that was clearly meant to shut her up, to reassert control, to prove he could.My jaw dropped. What the fuck was he thinking?For a second, Maya froze in complete shock.Then she exploded.Her fist connected with his jaw with a crack that made me wince. Damien stumbled backward, his hand flying to his face, and Maya was already swinging again."You piece of shit!" Another punch, this time to his nose. Blood started flowing immediately, dark red against his pale skin. "You don't get to kiss me! You don't get to touch me!""Security!" someone shouted, but Maya wasn't done.She tackled him to the marble floor, and I watched in horrified awe as my best friend proceeded to beat the absolute shit out of Damien Blackwood in the lobby of his own building.Punches to his face, his chest, anywhere she could reach. He tried to defend himself, tried to grab her arms, but M

My first instinct was to go inside, to give whoever it was their privacy. But then I heard it again, louder this time, and curiosity got the better of me.I leaned slightly over the railing that separated our balconies, peering through the expensive plants that were supposed to provide privacy screens between units.And immediately wished I hadn't.Ares was on his balcony. Leaning against the railing in nothing but dress pants that hung low on his hips. And a woman was on her knees in front of him, her head moving in a rhythm that left absolutely no question about what was happening.My brain short-circuited.What. The. Fuck?I should look away. I should go inside. I should absolutely not be standing here watching my psychotic neighbor get a blowjob on his balcony.I stood there though. I stood and stared.Ares had his head tilted back, his eyes closed, one hand tangled in the woman's dark hair. The moonlight cast shadows across his bare chest, highlighting every muscle, every line of

The dress made me look like someone else entirely.I stood in front of the full-length mirror, not recognizing the woman staring back at me. The emerald green fabric hugged every curve before flowing out in elegant waves at the knees. My hair was styled in soft curls that fell elegantly over one shoulder. My makeup was flawless, highlighting features I didn't even know I had.I really looked like a Blackwood.But I honestly didn't feel like one.Inside, I was still Ivy Martinez. Still the woman who'd clipped coupons and bought clothes on clearance because her husband never bothered to spend money on her. Still the mother who'd lost custody of her son. Still the girl whose own husband had thrown her away like trash."Stop overthinking," Maya said, adjusting my necklace. "You look incredible. Like you were born to wear diamonds and break hearts."Speaking of diamonds; the ones around my neck were real. Vincent had sent them over this morning with a note that simply said "Your mother's.