All Chapters of Divorce didn't make me your ex: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

ACE I left the building whistling, hands in my pockets and the taste of her lips still on mine. It was a shame I didn't get a more lingering kiss, and it seemed she hadn't even realized the one I stole while she was sleeping. The morning sun blinded me for a second, but I didn’t care. This was the closest I’d been to happiness in months. And, for some insane reason, I was genuinely smiling at nothing. Bob looked at me from inside the car, with an expression that said he’d seen everything—and, considering how long he’d worked for me, he probably had. “The boss looks a little too cheerful for someone walking out of the house of a woman who hates him,” he grumbled, without looking up from his phone. I got into the passenger seat, still grinning. “That’s because I am cheerful, Bob. I had a wonderful night.” He raised an eyebrow, skeptical. “If I hadn't come by to drop off the clothes, I wouldn't believe it. Do you want me to draw conclusions or are you going to tell me why?

LUNA "Hi, Luna."For a second, my legs forgot how to work. But I forced myself to react, to do anything other than simply stare at him as if I were seeing a ghost.“You’re here?” I asked, extending my hand in an almost automatic, overly formal gesture.Henrique shook my hand firmly, his touch warm and matching his equally warm smile.“It’s one of my favorite galleries,” he replied, slowly releasing my hand. “I’m glad you stopped here.”I turned back toward the painting, still feeling the heat of his touch on my fingers.“This canvas...” I said, gesturing with my chin. “Did you paint it?”Henrique nodded, his eyes fixed on the figure of the furious woman within the frame.“I did. My masterpiece, they say,” he gave a half-smile. “I started painting it the night I met you.”I let out a short, incredulous laugh.“Wow. I don’t remember looking that furious that day.”Henrique laughed too.“Maybe I came home a little upset, for, let's say... having lost my cell phone.”My eyebrow went up,

LUNAI opened the door without thinking. I thought it was the delivery guy with the pizza I ordered. But as soon as I saw that dark jacket, that arrogant face, and the eyes that haunted me even in my dreams... my blood boiled.“Go to hell, Ace!” it was instinctive.And before he could say anything, I tried to slam the door shut. But apparently, he was expecting it. His hand shot out firmly, grabbing the edge, stopping the movement with the same ease with which one stops a falling leaf.“Let go, Ace,” I growled, pushing harder.He didn’t budge. Not an inch.“I just want to talk.” Talk? Can you believe this man? “That’s all.”I rolled my eyes with a bitter laugh.“You and I have nothing to talk about. The time for talking left along with your concept of boundaries, Ace Montesino.”“I just need a few minutes.”“And I just need peace,” I retorted sarcastically. “So, since we’re being so honest... good night.”I lifted my foot and kicked his shin hard.“Ugh!” I heard the muffled groan and

LUNAMy throat burned as if I had swallowed a live ember. I coughed uncontrollably while feeling my father's haunted gaze on us, a mirror of my own. He was coughing, too. In another situation, perhaps we would have laughed at the synchronicity. But not now.Not when Ace had just announced, with the most brazen face in the universe, that we... we... were planning to have a child.My eyes darted to him like a poisoned arrow. He rubbed my back as if he were being considerate, but it was impossible to ignore the hidden provocation in his smile. The jerk was having fun. My disgust for him at that moment was almost as intense as the urge to stick my fork in his jugular.“Daughter...” my mother said, her voice choked with emotion, clutching her hand to her chest. “Is this really true? You're going to try?”Ace smiled like an Oscar-nominated actor, all emotion and charisma.“Of course, mother-in-law. It’s something we’ve talked about a lot. Luna and I are closer than ever, so it feels like th

LUNAThe farewell was brief, and awkward as only it could be after the scene on the balcony. My father pretended nothing had happened, a talent he had clearly perfected over the years, and I mentally thanked him for that. My mother handed us a bag with containers of food and one with pavé that she said was "to eat when your heart aches." I didn't have the courage to open it.Driving was the only thing I could do without thinking. My hands on the wheel, the music low, the city passing by the window. I tried to pretend nothing had happened until I got home to freak out in private. The sensation of the kiss was still on my lips, the heat was still on my neck. The memory of his fingers still lingered on my hip.Stopping at the corner light before turning onto my street, I saw him in the rearview mirror. There he was. Just a few feet behind me. And no, it wasn’t a coincidence.“Are you stalking me now?” I muttered to the steering wheel, rolling my eyes.I turned into my usual spot in front