All Chapters of You Want Me Back? Never Again: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Winston was holding Celia's phone, the screen showing a message that said the deactivation had gone through. Panic was written all over his face."What did you deactivate, Cece?"Since Celia was applying for a death certificate, she had to deactivate her personal records.She maintained a blank expression. As Winston leaned in, she spotted the hickeys hidden under his collar. The blotchy red made her eyes sting.She looked up, met his anxious gaze, and let out a quiet laugh. "It's nothing. I just deactivated a game account. The game strains my eyes, so I quit.""A game account?"Winston breathed a sigh of relief. Setting the phone aside, he pulled Celia into his arms as if he'd almost lost her."Didn't you say you wanted to go shopping the other day, Cece? I'll go with you."Celia wasn't in the mood, but Winston had already arranged everything. She couldn't say no.Was it guilt? Was he trying to make up for something?She smiled wryly to herself and let it go. After all, she

Celia said, "As I recall, the contract you signed with Lowe Group states that during our partnership, your personal life must be spotless."You're not allowed to have a boyfriend, and yet you deliberately kept your relationship a secret. I could sue you for breach of contract."The moment she finished, the color drained from Sophie's face and she turned ashen. Her shoulders wouldn't stop trembling.Celia gave a soft laugh and motioned to Elle, who spoke up at once. "Ms. Hart, under the liquidated damages clause, you owe Lowe Group five times the fee, which is 30 million dollars, and you must issue a public clarification for Lowe Group."Every word landed like a hammer. Sophie stood there, utterly at a loss for what to do.30 million dollars? She couldn't pay that even if she sold everything she owned!The people around them couldn't hold back their laughter, and a low murmur broke out. A whole range of emotions flickered across Sophie's face. Celia's gaze remained icy. As she m

Winston's face tensed. He thought for a moment, took Celia's hand, and spoke gently. "Sophie's manager came by and said her family is in a tough spot, Cece. She can't cover the liquidated damages."Let's keep her as the brand ambassador for this quarter. Next quarter, we'll replace her right away. Alright?"A chill ran through Celia. In the end, he still wouldn't cut Sophie loose.She bit her lip and gave him a bitter smile. "Do whatever you want."She pushed him away and lay down. "I'm tired. I want to sleep."Winston didn't push it. He knew what had happened today had hurt her. Guilt rose in him. Once again, he drew her into a tight back-hug and told himself he would make things right.…The next day, Winston cleared his whole schedule for Celia. He took care of everything, no matter how big or small. Even so, she didn't waver or soften her stance. She headed to work as usual. It was shoot day. The moment she stepped into the in-house studio, the noise grated on her ears. He

It was Sophie.A wicked smile tugged at Winston's lips as he gave her waist a squeeze. "Which part of me did you miss, huh?""You're impossible… Let's go in."They made out like no one else existed.Celia froze. Her eyes prickled, and the ache in her chest dulled to nothing.In her mind, Winston was always the man calm and composed. He only ever let the mask slip when he was with her. Yet now, he was coming undone for another woman.Once he'd had his fill of her, he hooked an arm around Sophie and steered her toward the club.Celia took a deep breath. She knew it would wreck her, but she went in anyway. She pressed the handle and eased the door to the private room open. The sight that awaited her almost broke her.Winston and Sophie were making out, slow and starving, with only a flimsy napkin between them."Damn. Do it again!""Winston really knows how to have fun."Someone from Jerome's crew wouldn't quit heckling. "Sophie, how's Winston in bed?"Sophie snuggled into Wi

Celia had only ever heard people call the man "Mr. Fenwick". She didn't even know his first name. If she did, she would look him up and thank him properly.She sighed and pushed through the front door. The reek of smoke hit her the second she walked in.Winston sat on the couch with a cigarette, looking miserable. His gaze dropped to the jacket knotted at her waist, and his brows pulled tight.He got up and strode over to her, his voice plaintive and accusing. "Whose jacket is that? Who were you with? Why are you back so late?"He fired off three questions at once. They hit like a shove.Celia almost laughed. What right did he have to question her?She lifted her chin and met his gaze. "Winston, you were having a great time at the club, weren't you? Why can't I go enjoy myself?"Panic flickered across his face. The questions he'd lined up died on his tongue. He grabbed her shoulders and let out a sheepish little laugh."Come on, Cece, don't start. Jerome and the guys kept me th