All Chapters of In Bed With My Ex-Husband’s Uncle : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Verena Could it be that she had a loose screw or was she just drunk? She had to be drunk because how the hell did she conclude that the reason I laughed was because I felt she wasn’t pretty enough for Daxton? Why would she even involve him and was it me or she seemed like someone battling insecurities? Honestly, I didn’t know. And now, the team dinner has been ruined, alongside my night because Mandy thought that I was mocking her. After she said those heart-wrenching and confusing words, she left angrily and shunned every form of apology from me. Even when I offered to help her wave down a cab, she swatted my hand off and had mentioned that she would speak to me only when I sent an apology email An apology email for what? I didn’t do anything. What the hell was wrong with that woman? My brows crinkled in confusion as I pressed a finger to my temple, watching the cab drive off with Mandy and Katie inside until it disappeared from my sight. “I should

Verena It’s been days since Kian was invited as a guest to my favorite TV show— The Valley’s TV— and since then, those haunting words that he said crept into my mind occasionally and the same question followed. He couldn't be referring to me, right? No, it wasn't me. It couldn't be. Kian had been cooperating with the lawyer, reviewing documents, and never once did he mention me. All the lawyer had to do was give me the feedback concerning their meeting and he had also mentioned that Kian had requested more days before signing the papers as he wanted to go through the settlement carefully. The same Kian who had deactivated his social media accounts after I slammed him with divorce papers was now active. I didn't mean to stalk—just happened to still be following him— but he had posted a picture of himself cycling with the caption ‘Never been Happier Than Ever’ So, maybe I wasn't the one he was referring to in that show. And if he was, he would never find me because I had m

Verena To think that I was starting to believe that Kian had moved on from me and as if that wasn't worse, he had been with Zita for a long time? Fresh anger coursed through me and it wasn't because I gave a hoot about him, it was because I felt so stupid for not knowing that he had been cheating on me. I mean, I had thought that we drifted apart naturally… Gosh! It was because he was seeing someone else. And after he had decided that he was done with their sneaky links, he dared to bring her to me with the request of an open marriage. “That sly fox…” I muttered through gritted teeth, fingers curling into fists as my blood boiled over and over again. Then, the image of Daxton flashed through my mind and my heart slowed— almost to a stop. The way I took him in my mouth, staring straight into his eyes like he was some sort of a demi-god. Maybe he was. He made me feel so powerful in that moment. It made me feel like I could crush Kian underneath my feet as he blabb

Kian One office. Two people. Three heartbeats. Verena was in that office—under that table doing the things that I didn't even want to imagine. I dismounted from the scooter, removing my baseball cap while opening the trunk of my car. I tossed my baseball cap inside, hefted the scooter into it before closing the trunk as a thud echoed through the still of the night. I found her. Found her after countless days of searching. I hired private investigators because of her and now, I have found her. I entered the car, hissing from the pain that radiated through my hand as a groan ripped from my throat, and for a second, I deliberated between removing the shards that pierced through my fingers or taking it to the doctor. I couldn't even drive. “Fuck” I muttered through clenched teeth, beads of sweat forming on my forehead as I tried to remove a shard and in that moment as another groan slipped from my mouth, my mind drifted back to Verena and Uncle Daxton. Since I had f

Verena I had never been this irritated by someone’s tears my whole life. The more I stared, revulsion swirled inside of me. Mandy’s face was an ugly smear of wet mascara that trailed down her cheeks as she reached for a handkerchief in her pocket, softly dabbing at the tears that brimmed in her eyes. This woman was too dramatic and definitely manipulative because the moment she saw Daxton, she began to cry. And here she was, still putting up a performance in his office like she was a teenager. I shook my head in irritation, peeling my eyes off her. The door opened, revealing Daxton whose eyes were a storm, jaw clenched so hard that a muscle feathered. “Causing a scene in my hotel…” His face wore a disgruntled look as he walked past me, rolling up his sleeves as he pulled out a chair. “There had better be a reasonable explanation, Mandy and Verena…” He cut me a sharp look that held no weight. Daxton wasn’t mad at me. Mandy’s shoulders tensed as she walk