Todos os capítulos de Ex-husband, You Broke The Wrong Woman : Capítulo 321 - Capítulo 330

[Asher]My jaw clenched as Elena's eyes snapped toward me in an instant.I swallowed, my throat dry and tight.My gaze darted from Isadora to Elena, heart thudding painfully in my chest."I just wanted to know if you got home safely. I'm sure you slept off—that's why you didn't pick," Isadora continued, her voice soft, teasing, and infuriating all at once.My hand curled into a tight fist as I shifted my gaze back to Elena. Her eyes were still on me, sharp and calculating, her brow furrowed slightly as if she were trying to read through meI opened my mouth to say something, anything, to make sure Elena doesn't misunderstand—but before a word could escape, her voice cut through like glass."I'll be over there with Darian," Elena mumbled.She was already turning, walking away with a quiet decisiveness that made my jaw ache from the tension.I clenched it tighter, swallowing hard, forcing my gaze back to the woman standing in front of me."What exactly was that about?" I snapped, my han

[Elena]It's none of my business.None of my freaking business.That's the word I've been saying in my head since I walked out on Asher and Isadora but no matter how much I said those words, I couldn't help how my heart clenched."I was calling to know if you got home safe after dropping me off last night."The word still echoed in my head as I stood in front of Asher with Darian, looking anywhere else but his face.I needed to leave here, I don't freaking know why seeing him with that woman made my heart clench so tight.It shouldn't.It fucking shouldn't.The only thing I have and should have in common with Asher is Darian and that's that, nothing else."Daddy, I still want to play on..." My voice rang out before I could stop it, cutting Darian off."No Darian." I snapped. "You've played enough, it's time for us to leave."The moment the words left my lips my eyes went wide.My nails dug into my palms as I stared at Darian, watching his lips curl downward.He instantly took a step

[Asher]"I told you having that woman back is impossible, didn't I?" Tristan said beside me.Just like I always say. If this man had been anyone else and not my cousin, I would have forgotten several bullets deep inside his skull.My fingers tightened on the whisky bottle. I lifted it again, swallowed a long gulp, then lowered it, feeling the burn chase the edge of my thoughts.My chest tightened painfully as Elena's words pushed back into my head with relentless fervour.Funny of me to think she cared.Funny of me to think she actually felt something when Isadora walked into that park and said that.Fucking funny of me to think I had to explain to her just because she wasn't talking to me.Of course, her mood must have changed because of something else, and here I stupidly thought it was because of what Isadora said."How foolish," I growled, lifting the bottle again and again, gulping the liquid down even when it did absolutely nothing to ease the ache in my chest."Of course, it's

[Elena]My lips pressed into a thin line as I stared at my phone for what felt like an eternity.I should call him, as my mom suggested.Find out why he hasn’t reached out—but no matter how much I wanted to press that button, I couldn’t."Mommy, see?" Darian nudged me slightly, showing me his coloring.I flashed him a small smile. "You’re doing a good job, baby. Keep it up," I mumbled, shifting my attention back to my phone.It's been over six hours since I've been trying to press that button.While picking Darian up from school, I almost swerved my steering toward the direction of Asher’s house, but I held back. And it hurt. It made my chest ache in ways I couldn’t explain.My lips pressed tight as I stared from my screen to Darian, who was focused on his drawing, unaware of the storm brewing inside me.I took a deep breath, my eyes snapping shut for a second. When I opened them again, I made up my mind to do it.Ignoring how my chest tightened, I stood up from the couch, ruffling Da

[Elena]My hand lifted quickly and I knocked against the door, the sharp sound echoing down the quiet hallway.I was about to call his name when his voice suddenly cut through the closed door."I’m really holding myself back from…" Asher's voice dragged out unevenly before a low grunt followed. "from fucking killing you, Tristan."Even through the door, the strain in his voice was obvious."Get the fuck out of my house," he rasped. "Don’t piss me off."My stomach tightened instantly because beneath the anger in his voice was something worse.His breathing.It sounded wrong.Uneven.Rough.I could hear it clearly from the closed door. Each inhale scraped out of him, as if it took actual effort to pull air into his lungs.I knocked again, harder this time."Asher, it's me...Open this door." My voice rang through the hallway with a sharpness that surprised even me.Everything went quiet.So quiet that the silence felt almost heavy.I swallowed before raising my hand again and knocking on