All Chapters of Ex-husband, You Broke The Wrong Woman : Chapter 261 - Chapter 270

[Elena]"I told you, didn’t I?"Nat said proudly on the other side of the screen, her grin wide. I rolled my eyes, watching her smile stretch even further."It’s just a date," I said casually. "There’s no big deal there, young woman.""Emphasis on a proper date," she chuckled. "May I remind you that you were the one who said that?"Heat crept up my face instantly, and the way her grin widened told me she saw it clearly. Damn it."You exaggerate too much," I mumbled, shifting slightly in my seat. "He just wants us to hang out and talk. Stop putting meaning into these things.""So what if he ends up asking you to be his woman?" Nat asked casually.I gulped.The question settled heavily in my chest, far louder than it had any right to be.I bit my lip, trying to push down the lump that suddenly formed in my throat as I stared at the screen.What if Owen asks me to be his woman?"Are you going to accept or decline?" Nat added, her voice softer now, curious rather than teasing.I blinked s

[Elena]"Is something wrong?" I asked, my voice quieter than I intended.Owen blinked, as if I just shoved him back into the present. He opened his mouth, then shut it again, his fingers sliding up into his hair. His nails dug into his scalp as if he needed the sting to ground himself.The car felt suddenly too small.I was about to ask again when his voice cut through the silence, low and careful."How do I even say this," he muttered, exhaling, "without getting a no?"My stomach dropped.My lips pressed together, my heart picking up speed for no clear reason. It wasn’t fear exactly—more like anticipation mixed with something sharp."What are you talking about?" I asked, even though a part of me already knew where he was heading.Owen stared at me for a long second before turning his gaze toward the window. His lips moved, words tumbling out under his breath, too quiet for me to catch. He looked like he was rehearsing, arguing with himself.Then he turned back.Before I could react,

[Elena]"Thank you for today... I enjoyed myself a whole lot," I mumbled, voice barely above a whisper, but Owen’s brows drew together in a hard crease as his gaze darted to Asher, still standing right beside his car."I can drive in if you want," Owen said his voice soft but edged with concern.I shook my head, forcing a small laugh that felt hollow even to me. "No, I’m okay."He leaned closer suddenly, hand reaching out slowly, hesitating just a moment before brushing mine with a gentle squeeze."Can I ask you a question?" Owen’s voice dropped lower.I swallowed. "Sure... why not?""That’s Asher right?" His question was heavy, the weight of everything between us pressing down. When I didn’t answer, he continued. "I know you said it’s complicated but I just want to know... you two... I mean, do you both have something...""No. We have nothing going on. If that’s what you just wanted to say," I cut him off firmly.Owen stared, lips pressed tight like he was swallowing down a storm, be

[Asher] "How many times do you want me to tell you that I don’t fucking need your apology?" she demanded and my lips pressed tight. "Elena… listen… I...I know, I mean..." "It’s clear you have nothing reasonable to say," she chuckled bitterly, her lips stretching into a smile that carried no humor at all. "If you would excuse me, I’m going in. And don’t you dare block me again." She looked at me like I was nothing. Like I was something she’d scraped off the bottom of her shoe. Then she sidestepped me and walked away without another glance. My jaw clenched painfully as my hand curled into a fist by my side. I stood there, rooted to the ground, watching her until she disappeared beyond the huge gate—the same gate that had refused to let me in earlier because there was no order to do so. Four fucking hours. That was how long I’d been sitting in my car like a pathetic, jobless man, waiting. Hoping she’d step out for even a minute. Hoping she’d answer my calls. Not knowing she was out

[Elena]"So when are we having him over?" my Mom asked—for what felt like the fifth time this evening.I let out a small laugh, though my heart was already thumping for no clear reason. It wasn’t excitement exactly. not fear either. just… noise in my chest."He said he’ll be here in an hour, Mom," I said, shaking my head. "You should relax.""Well, if there’s anyone who needs to relax, it’s your brothers," she replied casually.My heart skipped.My eyes moved to the living room before I could stop them.Raphael and Matteo were already there, sprawled out like they’d been invited—waiting. waiting to size up the man who was supposedly coming to say hello to my mother, not them. I still had no idea how she’d managed to loop them into this."You know this is your fault, right?" I said quietly, reaching for a napkin and wiping my hands even though they weren’t dirty. "You’re the one who asked to have dinner with Owen. You didn’t have to involve my brothers."She didn’t even look guilty."