His Ex-Wife Came Back—Stronger. のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

Dale took a step back, shock crossing across his face.That was the first time I'd see Dale Beldson so surprised.I was a little surprised, because no way would I have assumed Cole would do such, but I was grateful.It had at least saved me from a whole lot of explanation.“Chloe, is this true?” It came out more as a demand than a question.Like he dared me to agree with Cole's words.“I don't recall owing you an explanation Mr Beldson.” I snapped, dropping both hands to my sides as I took a step closer. “And I have no idea why you're here the same time I am, but I want you to get something straight.“We both don't know each other in any way. If you ever see me again, just ignore. Don't come to talk to me. Not now, not ever.”He locked gaze with me. “Do I look stupid to you? I know this child is mine, and when that is proven, you will have a lot of explanation to take care of.”The scoff that left was automatic. “Think whatever you want.”Dale turned and left, maintaining composure, b

The week passed by quicker than I expected.Thursday arrived like the speed of light, which meant the time to finally sit with my ex-husband and officially discuss whatever it was he had to say, had arrived.As I wasn’t interested in giving the wrong idea, I’d gone with a dark pink crop top matched with a palazzo of the same color, then a dark pink heels, adding beauty to its look.My hair was left to fall like waves over my shoulders, and with a final touch of the red lipstick, I could be certain I not only defined the power emitting from me, but also beauty capable of making any guy regret leaving me (not that it was my main purpose).Fifteen minutes till five, I was heading into the passenger’s seat of the car, a driver prepared to take me there.“Are you sure this is a smart idea?” Emery asked the one question she won’t stop asking since I told her about my meeting with Dale.Her worry was justifiable though. She ‘was’ the one who’d seen how Dale had treated me then, and how hurt

My arms reflexively wrapped around me as goosebumps filled my skin once the duvet slipped off my body, leaving it exposed to the ACs breeze.A groan escaped the back of my throat, and with eyes still closed, my hand searched for anything capable of working as a blanket.“I see you've not stopped your long hours in bed.” Dale's voice cut through my sleep, confusing my eyes to snap open.Immediately, it all came flooding back.The dinner that was supposed to be, but hadn't because he hadn't come, just to end up seeing him drunk then bringing him here which led to…My breath caught, totally surprised as I pushed myself up to a sitting position.Wait, did I seriously sleep off?I turned to where Dale was standing by the bed, looking as composed as ever.Like this wasn't something worth panicking about.The first thing my brain moved to was checking if I was still dressed, and so seeing myself still in the palazzo and crop top was a relief.Dale, who was standing beside the bed and had (as

~ Dale ~I raked a hand through my hair, cussing under my breath, before grabbing my phone from my pocket and dialing Rita’s number (while completely ignoring the fact this was one and she would most likely be asleep).She answered after the second ring. “Good morning sir.” Her sleepy voice proved me right that she was asleep, but although sleepy, there was still full professionalism and alertness in them. “What may I help you with sir?”“Get a driver to come pick me up. Now.”“Okay sir. Where are you sir?”I told her my whereabouts then hung up afterwards, my body furious just by thinking of what just took place.I’d just kissed Chloe, and instead of blushing like how she used to then, she’d gotten furious enough to slap me. That alone was starting to bring me to the reality that maybe, just maybe, Chloe really was not at all the Chloe I knew then.Ten minutes passed before the driver arrived, taking me back home.The drive was filled with me thinking about what caused all this.The

~ Nora ~THREE HOURS EARLIER.“Hey, do you have any fashion sense? Which of these two dresses do you think Dale would like for dinner?” I asked, walking into Sam's room without bothering with a knock.He was standing by the bed, dressed in a gray tux and looked very much like one on his way out.Of course, that was none of my business. I was just far too giddy on the thought of Dale and I going to a restaurant. I didn't care that it was to discuss the engagement, because that was what they might call it, but I saw it as a date and was going to enjoy every part of it, while looking irresistible.Sam stared at me with a raised brow. “Why are you choosing which dress is prettier?”“For Dale, duh.” I rolled my eyes like he was dumb for not grabbing that initially.“Why? Are you seriously that jobless that all you can do is sit here and search for what to wear to meet Dale, who is most likely going to be with Chloe.”My brows immediately fell at the last word. “What do you mean by that?”