All Chapters of In Bed With My Ex-Husband’s Uncle : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Verena The moment the door clicked shut, I turned to Daxton. “We do not have COVID. You didn’t show any symptoms and there wasn’t a time you were sick. So, why would you do that? The party was just getting started for crying out loud” Something dark and amusing crawled through his eyes as he leaned forward, until his face was just inches away from mine. He was close, so close that my lungs hitched and my frustration was starting to fly away. I hated the effect that he was starting to have on me. I hated how much his eyes affected me as he caged me in his arms. I closed my eyes, trying to remind myself of the reasons that I was mad at him. But, his finger found my chin, tilting it up. “Open your eyes, Verena” His deep voice ricocheted against my chest. I opened my eyes and as our gazes locked, my breathing caught. He knew the hold he had on me and he would use it to his advantage. I searched through his eyes until his words snapped me back to my senses. “What did I

Zita I watched the video coverage of Kian and I’s engagement photoshoot, and my stomach twisted at the way he glared at me—like I was some dirty pest he couldn't get rid of—when I wasn’t watching. However, when the camera panned to us, those blue eyes softened as a smile brightened his face and then he would gaze at me as if I meant the world to him. If he were an actor, he would have a shelf full of Oscars. I clicked pause, admiring the way he held me in his arms. Why couldn’t he just be this way with me when the cameras weren't watching? Even if it meant putting on an act, I would take it. I shut the laptop, moving from the bed as anger slowly surged inside of me because of Verena. Why would she call to ask about Kian? I thought she mentioned that she didn’t want to see either of us again? I thought we ended things already? I shook my head, squashing the thoughts about Verena before they could spiral into an endless loop and throw me into a state of depression. I had

Verena I didn't mean to snoop around. Does this even count as snooping around? I didn't care. Anyways, I managed to stumble on Daxton’s high school website, and God—I didn't know that I had this stalking ability in me because why did I check for his pictures that dated far back? I scrolled through every picture and the fact that it made my heart race proved that I was crazy. And wait? Was he once on a hockey team? He only told me football. There was a picture of him skating on the rink, both middle fingers flicked up as he stuck his tongue out. Another picture of him showing his abs. Then the next one, he sat on the rink with his legs sprawled out—tired eyes—but damn he looked hot! The next picture was of a girl blowing a kiss at him and the jealousy that burned in my chest right away. I was crazy. Why would I feel this way over a picture from years back? A picture of him carrying a kid on his shoulder followed. The boy who should be no more than five or four flexed hi

Verena A week had passed yet I still didn't know who had sent that bouquet to me. No matter how many times I asked Daxton, he refused to tell me, claiming the person was irrelevant. Now, I couldn't help but think that maybe Daxton didn't know and only acted like he did as long as it meant stealing kisses from me whenever I brought up the ‘bouquet’ question. I even suspected Kian since he was the only one who came to mind. But, when I had tried to reach out to him—to start an argument because since we agreed not to have anything to do with each other anymore, why was he sending me flowers! However, the intermediary between us—Kian’s lawyer— claimed that Kian had refused to meet with me. Kian also told his lawyer to pass a message across to me, about how he wanted nothing to do with me anymore, how he was focusing on Zita, and how he needed no distractions. I was the distraction. Interesting. Very interesting. Anyways, his response gave me the clarity that I needed an

Daxton “You rode a scooter to Verena’s neighborhood, broke my car’s window by slamming your fist into it, right?” The anger that glowed in Kian’s eyes slowly subsided—it was that same look he had in his eyes whenever he was caught in a bad act. A tart smile slashed hard across my face. “You are paying for that. With money and your blood” Kian blinked hard as I fixed my eyes back to the tablet I read from. “On six circumstances, you acted like a delivery man just to spy on Verena—” His throat worked and I could make out the way his heart thumped. I mean, it was in his fucking eyes. His lips wobbled like he struggled to formulate words of defense but before he could even speak, I continued, easing myself into the chair. “Then you attempted to break into her house—” A deranged laugh bubbled from my throat and the calmness that swept through me terrified me to the core. This calm part of me had never turned out well. I dreaded it and those who knew me avoided it. “Tw