บททั้งหมดของ Once Divorced, Twice Desired: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

Zara stepped out of the car, her full length, pearl-embellished black dress shining under the beautiful dark sky. The dress was a high neck and she wore a pearl necklace that matched with her Slingback heels and purse.She wore a simple nude makeup that accentuated her high cheekbone. “Here is the pass card to the third floor. He is waiting for you there.” Peirce explained, handing out a card to her. “Thank you, Sir.” Zara said, politely taking the bag from the man who had driven her to the front of the five star restaurant. Pierce Avery was Kendrick's personal assistant. The one that had represented him at the auction earlier. Zara flashed a small smile at him before walking past him towards the restaurant. Upon showing the card, she was escorted into the private elevator by an employee. The third floor was a private floor, divided into 10 spacious rooms with glasses most times released for privacy. But surprisingly, only one space was occupied in the busy restaurant.And it w

Zara’s hands trembled, her legs turned jelly and she had to quickly grab Kendrick’s car to regain her balance. “E–lla…how can you say that?” Zara gasped, barely able to believe the words coming out of her 7 year old. Ezra who was just standing a metre stared at his mom with quite ache lingering in his stares. Seeing the disappointment in his eyes, Zara couldn’t breath…couldn’t speak. If anything, Ezra has always doted on her…and to see this much disappointment in his eye…it shattered her. “Ezra, it’s time for bed, let’s go in,” Nana tried to save her even though it was already too late. Ezra let out a sigh, turning to follow Ella who was already matching towards the house. Just then, Kendrick stepped out, “Hey, Champ!”Ezra stopped, quickly snapping his head back to the voice he barely recognized, “Uncle?” he chirped excitedly as he ran towards him, running towards him.Ella paused hearing Ezra’s voice. At first she was skeptical, because she already made up her mind about her

Ace sucked in a sharp breath, relaxing his back on his chair, “Zara, can you stop overreacting?”“She isn’t overreacting, just making her decision firm. And I absolutely support her!” Kendrick jumped to her defence again. Ace couldn’t contain his anger any longer as he slammed his palm on the table leaning towards him, “Why are you even in this project? To do your job or to impress Zara?” He asked bluntly, leaving even angry Zara stunned. He got up, walking toward Kendrick, “Because from what I’ve noticed you’ve been doing the latter.” He leaned in whispering to Kendrick ear, “Don’t forget you are her ex-husband’s uncle.”Kendrick scoffed, shoving Ace’s hand off his shoulder, “Step Uncle.” He corrected in a whisper, then he rose facing Ace head on, “And, it’s not a taboo." The ladies stared in confusion, as their conversation became less and less audible. Kendrick jabbed a finger to Ace’s chest, “What I need is for you to face your fiance and stop stalking Zara like a creep.” Ac

ACE’S HOUSE…The front door swung open, hitting the wall with a dull thud as Ace stumbled inside. The walls felt smaller. The air, too thick.His foot caught on something…a robotic vacuum lazily parked in the middle of the room.He tripped.His knee hit the floor.But he didn’t move.Instead, he slumped back against the couch, fingers pressing into his temples.‘Would she even love a child I make?’‘Or was it just something to flaunt to the Quinns?’His fists clenched.His vision blurred by his unshed tears. Ace had always been the unfavoured child, but Archie's death worsened things. And his silence through it all made things even worse. He leaned back against the couch, his head tipping toward the ceiling, as he forced a smirk that didn’t quite reach his eyes. ‘If he were alive, they’d already have grown-up grandkids by now.’The thoughts alone twisted in his gut, sharp and stinging.Heat crawled up his spine, his pulse hammering in his ears. His fingers clenched, nails biting

Ace groaned as his palm stinged when he rubbed it over his sleepy face. He hissed, yawning as he sat up on the bed. Still half asleep, he looked at his hand and on seeing that the bandage was clean and intact, he smiled faintly, “I’m getting good at this.”He was used to waking up with aches all over so even when he felt a sharp sting in his head from the hang over, he tried to brush it off, briefly massaging his forehead with the back of his palm. Then his memory started to click. He looked down at himself. Belt and buttons undone. His heart skipped as fragments of memories started to come together. He remembered drunk dialing Zara but the rest was fizzy. “Uh…” A small groan echoed close to him. A sound he didn’t make. Ace stopped breathing for a second, fear crawling up his spine. If there was anything that scared the living daylight of him, it was the idea of ghosts. Then a hand hit him. Not hard, just a small bump. And he jumped up from the bed, tripping over the blanket a