All Chapters of My Ex-husband Wants me Back: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Nathan reached the office that morning, the weight of last night pressing hard against his chest. Every step felt heavier than the last. His secretary appeared quickly, holding a stack of files in her hands.“Good morning, Sir.”Nathan waved at her without lifting his eyes from the desk.“Sir, some files were delivered for you very early this morning,” she said, placing them neatly on his desk.Nathan’s mind raced. Could this be divorce papers from Alicia? Or maybe a rejection from the company they had just landed a contract with? Fear and uncertainty tightened around him like a vice. He hadn’t felt this tense since… well, since last night.“Get me a cup of coffee,” he said, sliding into his chair.“Right away, Sir,” she replied, moving quickly.Nathan glanced at the profit report from the company’s contract proposal. Fifty-fifty percent profit share. Not good enough. Not for him, not for the company. He shoved it aside without really seeing the numbers.His secretary returned with th

Alicia watched them both, the tension in the room pressing down and she furrowed her brows before asking, "Is there a problem between the two of you that I don’t know about?"Emily’s eyes flickered for a moment before she looked away with a faint uneasy smile. "No, nothing really. Everything is fine."Dylan shifted uncomfortably with his hands tightening at his sides and his jaw set as if he was holding back something.Alicia tilted her head and studied them closely. "Okay, no problem. But seriously, you both look like there’s something." She let it drop and leaned back slightly."Let me get the groceries I brought for you from the cab," Emily said as she walked out, going towards the cab. The driver waited quietly outside while she handed him the fare and collected the bags she had brought, the faint smell of leather and gasoline following her as she carried them carefully back inside.Back in Alicia’s apartment the memory of Georgia’s attack still lingered. Alicia sank onto the couc

Nathan slowed the car and eventually halted by the side of the road. For a fleeting moment his heart surged. The thought of stepping out, of walking up to her and demanding answers, even of confessing that he still loved her, flashed through his mind. But then his gaze shifted, and everything inside him hardened.A man in a sharp suit, tall and self-assured, the kind of man whose presence filled the space around him, walked out from a hilux and stood beside her.Nathan’s hand froze on the door handle as he watched the man lean closer, his arm brushing against Andrea’s shoulder. She tilted toward him easily, laughing at something he said, and the sound of it— even muffled through the glass, cut straight into Nathan’s chest.His jaw clenched, the muscles in his face tightening as a dull ache spread through him. He stayed where he was, gripping the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles whitened. Every movement of hers, the way she turned her head, the small smile that curved her l

Andrea followed suit, her steps were slower and hesitant, but she didn’t stop. She entered his office after him, trying to read his expression and searching for some sign of what he was thinking.The murmurs from the boardroom followed them like a shadow, carrying whispers of speculation and curiosity. No one dared speak too loudly, but the tension in the air was thick. Everyone knew something had just happened, and all eyes were waiting for the storm to break.When Andrea realized Nathan wasn’t ready to listen, her face hardened. Without another word, she turned and left the premises, anger simmering beneath her calm.”In the back seat of her car, Andrea dialed quickly. Her voice dropped, in a cold and deliberate manner. “Lay low, Jack. Do not let Nathan suspect you as an accomplice to Camila. Is that clear?” “Yes ma'am.” Jack responded as he sneaked into the restroom at the office and he hung up immediately he heard footsteps approaching the door.Nathan sat at his desk, files spr

Nathan’s POVHer words froze the room.“I know something,” Celine said again, her voice steady though her eyes betrayed a weight she carried.Andrea’s sobs faltered. My mother turned sharply toward Celine, her expression hardening. “What are you talking about?” she asked quickly, almost defensively.Celine stepped further into the sitting room. She was dressed plainly, her black gown hanging loose on her frail frame, but she carried herself with the same quiet authority she had when I was a boy. “Master Nathan,” she said softly, her eyes never leaving mine, “not everything is as it seems here.”Andrea shot up from her seat, her tears forgotten. “What nonsense is this? You come back from your leave and the first thing you do is try to poison Nathan’s mind against me? How dare you!”“Enough, Andrea,” I snapped, though my eyes stayed locked on Celine. “Celine, if you know something, say it.”My mother raised a hand, cutting in sharply. “Celine, this is not your place. You’re only making