All Chapters of My Divorced Husband Is Never Coming Back: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Randy's pov"Kyle, are you crazy?" Selene said, turning to face him, completely surprised. "What are you talking about?"Kyle was still looking at Angel. His knees were still on the floor. Whatever calculation had produced the decision to redirect blame at Selene had committed itself fully and was not available for revision."You know exactly what I'm talking about," he said, and he said it sideways, toward Selene but not fully at her, the way people address someone when the audience they are actually speaking to is someone else. Then he turned back to Angel and his hands came up again in the posture of continued appeal. "I would never have gone against Randy on my own. We were friends in college. Selene was the one who turned me against him. She fed me information, she shaped everything, she pushed me toward every single thing I did." He looked at Angel with the expression of someone presenting evidence they are confident in. "Without Selene, none of tonight would have happened. She'

Randy's pov"I'm so happy you're saying all this," I said, and I said it with the measured pleasantness of someone responding to an offer they are genuinely considering. "Saying no to your offer wouldn't sound so good, right?"The smile that came onto Selene's face at that was the full version, the bright, unreserved smile of someone who had been bracing for rejection and received something that felt like its opposite. She turned to Clara with the speed of someone who needs to share the news before it changes."You see, Clara," she said, and her voice had recovered the energy it had been running on before the evening dismantled everything, bright and certain and already building toward the next thing. "Randy wants you back as well. You'll be marrying a billionaire now." She looked between Clara and me with the expression of someone watching a plan arrive at its intended destination. She turned back to me. "This is going to be wonderful."I let her finish.Then I said, "But before any

Clara's povI stood in the middle of the banquet hall with the smile on my face and the warmth of it genuine, and waited for Randy to move toward me.The evening had stripped away so many things I thought I knew, laying them out in their actual shapes under the chandelier light for everyone in the room to see, and what the stripping had left behind was something I hadn't expected to feel in the middle of a public event surrounded by press and strangers, which was a clarity that was almost painful in how clean it was.Kyle had been pretending. That was the fact that kept arriving and arriving, each time with the same fresh quality of something I hadn't finished accepting. All those years, all those moments I had turned away from Randy and toward Kyle, all the times I had believed Kyle's version of events over my own husband's, all of it had been constructed from a lie that Kyle had maintained with the commitment of someone who had nothing else to offer and knew it.Randy had been innoc

Randy's povClara's plea sat in the air between us and I looked at her holding the pieces of the marriage contract in her hands and I felt the full weight of what she was asking for and I let myself feel it honestly rather than pushing it away, because she deserved honesty more than she deserved a quick dismissal.I thought about what one more chance meant. I had given one more chance the shape of a marriage and lived inside that shape for five years and I knew exactly what one more chance looked and felt and smelled like from the inside, the specific texture of it, the daily negotiation of being present in a space where you were simultaneously invisible.I looked at Clara and I began to speak."All through our marriage," I said, and my voice came out the way it had come out all evening, level and clear and carrying the specific quality of someone saying things they have thought about for long enough that the thinking is finished and only the saying remains, "you never got me a presen

Clara's povI stood and watched them walk away and the watching of it was its own particular kind of pain, specific and located, sitting in the center of my chest with the precision of something that knew exactly where to press.Randy's hand in Angel's hand. The ease of it. The way he moved with her like the moving was natural rather than performed, like the contact between them had already found its own rhythm before tonight and tonight was just the first time I was seeing it. They crossed the floor toward the table where the signing documents were arranged and the room that had been watching everything all evening continued watching, and I stood where Randy had left me with the pieces of the marriage contract still in one hand and nothing in the other and nowhere to put any of it.I watched them sit.I watched Mr Jake bring the documents forward with the professional care of someone handling things that matter and I watched Randy pick up the pen with the same unhurried steadiness he