All Chapters of Once Divorced, Twice Desired: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Zara's body went cold, her eyes widened, heart hammering in her chest. ‘No. The fuck she had to come now?’ She panicked. Her grip on Ace’s arm loosened as Gina stood in front of her, right beside Irene.Her long, wavy ginger hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing her delicate face, perfect, polished, and utterly infuriating.Irene’s eyes gleamed with amusement as she glanced between Gina and Zara. “He is your fiancé?” she asked, almost laughing. “Oh, this just got better.”Zara’s breath hitched. She felt Ace’s grip tighten around her waist firmly, like a silent reassurance. Yet, the heat creeping up her neck betrayed her, her entire body stiff with humiliation.Gina’s sharp gaze flicked to Zara, her arms folding as she arched a brow. “Boyfriend? Really, Zara Quinn?”Zara’s lips parted, but the words tangled in her throat. “I— he…”Irene didn’t bother holding back her laugh this time, throwing her head back in delight. “Oh, Bestie! I know it's hard to let go of the past, but pleas

The soft glow of the morning sunlight filtered through the window and pressed against Zara’s closed eyelid. As she slowly flickered her eyes open, she was welcomed by the sterile scent of antiseptic, the muffled sounds of distant voices, and the steady beeping of a machine. Her fingers twitched against crisp sheets, and as the fog in her mind slowly cleared, a dull ache settled in her limbs. Her throat felt dry, her head heavy. She swallowed, her throat dry and scratchy. "Hospital?" she mumbled, her voice hoarse.Then she spotted a familiar figure lounging on the couch, completely engrossed in his phone.Zane.A smirk curled on his lips as he typed away, clearly entertained by whatever was on his screen.Zara’s voice was raspy but playful. “Enjoying the view?”Zane snapped his head up, smirk intact. “Guilty.”He moved closer, setting his phone down beside her as he placed his palm on her forehead. "Your temperature’s down. That’s good.""Oh thank you, Dr. Zane." she teased, her voi

Zara and Ace sat across from the police officer, watching the CCTV footage on the monitor.On the screen, a car sped past, barely caught by the cameras. It was moving so fast that even in slow motion, it was a blur.Then the officer paused the video.Zara leaned in, her stomach tightening. The car was hers. The plate number confirmed it.“You’re saying I drove like this?” she asked, frowning.“Last night, to be exact,” the officer replied.Zara shook her head. “No, that’s not possible. I was sick last night. I couldn’t—”Her words trailed off as she turned to Ace. He was looking away, his jaw tight, his hands stiff on his lap.She didn’t need to ask. His silence said it all.“Did you…?”Ace exhaled sharply. “I was driving,” he admitted, his voice flat.The officer chuckled. “Do you realize how serious this is?”“You were going 183 mph in a 55 mph zone. That’s beyond reckless—it’s dangerous.”Zara’s stomach twisted. “What? Are you crazy? Why would you even take my car?”Ace didn’t resp

Ace flashed a grin, “Are you that pissed to see me?” Zara's heart picked, she could hear Zane’s voice from a distance and she feared they might hear her too. Without a second thought, Zara shoved Ace back, darting out of the house and slamming the door shut behind her. “Be quiet,” Zara mouthed. Ace arched a brow. “Why are you so aggressive...”Before he could finish, she grabbed his wrist and yanked him toward the side of the house, her flour-covered hand clamping over his mouth.“Shut up,” she hissed.Ace froze. Then his brows twitched.His tongue flicked out slightly, tasting the flour before he spat. “Ugh.” He pulled her hand away, scowling. “What the hell, Zara?”She rolled her eyes, wiping her hands on her apron, only to catch a glimpse of herself in his stare. Strands of hair clung to her forehead, flour smudged her cheek, and her apron was a complete mess.Ace’s gaze lingered, unimpressed. Judgy. Zara pushed her hair back and quickly wiped her face. “What are you even doi

Zara’s chest tightened as the man strode in, his reputation arriving a second before he did. Her palms dampened, but she forced her voice steady.‘I can't let my kids get expelled. Maybe I should reason with him.’ she thought to herself, quickly pulling away from Ace’s arm as he approached him. “Mr. Vincent,” Zara began carefully, her voice tight with restraint. “Children fight, they say cruel things, but that doesn’t mean they should be punished for my mistakes.” “Are you calling my wife a lie?” Mr. Vincent interrupted sharply. Diane walked up to him shoving Zara off, “Do you think he’s one of those weak men you reel in with a smile?”Zara bit her lower lip in frustration as the couple walked past her, finally joining the crowd.“Welcome, Mr. Vincent,” the ladies greeted enthusiastically. He smiled, waving back, but frowned at Mrs. Samson, “Mrs. Samson, is this job too much of a burden to you?” “No, sir,” She quickly replied, “I will have everything sorted out and the kids expel