All Chapters of MY EX WANTS ME BACK? NOT A CHANCE!: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

JOCELYN’s POVThe next morning came quicker than expected even if I actually dreaded last night and the event of it.While I made my way from my room to the living room, I felt my phone ping with a notification. I stopped immediately before sitting to see who I was getting a text from.“Please, tell me you're doing fine. I don’t know what you got into that husband of yours that he suddenly denied me access to you.”It was a text from Harvey. I couldn’t help the laughter that forced its way out of my lips. My frown lightened up with a smile and my mood just… eased.I took my time to sit properly before taking out time to respond to her text.“Lol. You don’t need to worry about me, Harvey. I’m completely fine. Also, thank you for everything you did yesterday. I’m sorry I ruined everything.” I typed and sent it to her.I had already made up my mind not to go to the office today. There was no way I was going to concentrate, especially after all that had happened. I was still trying hard t

Daniel’s POV “There is no way that could be true…” Harry’s voice was loud and clear enough to my hearing. Unfortunately, it didn’t soothe my pain nor did it function as a pain relief. I sat still in my room, in my mansion – legs crossed, hands pressed together as I thought of everything which had just transpired yesterday. “What do you plan on doing about her or the situation? What would become of your wife, Jocelyn?” Harry’s last question popped the bubble in me and I sharply turned to face him. My eyes widened like one who was surprised at the question. However, it was irritation which settled deep inside me. “Why do you have to get Jocelyn involved in this?” I hissed and stood up to my feet. I slid my hands inside the pockets of my shorts while I just watched him. He stared back unmoved, not flinching even in surprise at my words. “Why wouldn’t she be involved?” He scoffed. “She is your wife for heaven’s sake.” Well, if only he knew the true story. And I wish he knew how muc

CAMILLE’s POV My nostrils reacted before my eyes could open. Everything smelled different, like a new apartment coated in flowers and the sweet scent of fruits. Slowly, my eyes opened, and the first thing that met my sight was an unfamiliar ceiling painted sky-blue. The moment I tried to turn my gaze to the other side, a bright fluorescent bulb blinded me. I shut my eyes immediately. The light was too harsh. I was forced to keep my eyes closed for a few minutes until my vision steadied. Not until I heard his voice. Deep, but familiar enough. “Are you going to lay in bed all day, Camille?” Those were the first words he spoke. Immediately, my eyes flew open and I sprang up to sit on the bed. “Ouch,” I winced. That was the price for my sudden, unthoughtful movement. There he was, leaning against a chair in the small dining area. His legs were crossed, his eyes fixed on me with a firm expression. “How are we together? You—” I cut myself short as flashes of the last scene repla

CAMILLE’s POV“We were never in a relationship.”The words kept repeating in my head.No matter what I did, where I looked—I just couldn’t get them out.Surprisingly, my separation from Ethan felt worse than heartbreak. It was worse than watching Liam cheat on me.My throat burned endlessly. Each drop of tears stung against my cheeks like they were leaving permanent scars behind.I wanted to scream.I wanted to yell until my lungs were out. But I couldn’t.All I could do was break down, cry, and keep crying until I passed out.Ethan had tried to stop me from leaving, especially since it was already late at night. But there was no way that would work.Staying would only ruin me even more.“You have nowhere to go tonight. You haven’t rented your apartment yet. Just stay for the night, and by tomorrow, I’ll fix something.”He kept pleading.Still, I stood my ground.I mean, this was someone who had just shattered my heart with a single confession.How did he expect me to stay?“I’m bette

JOCELYN’s POV All through the night, I kept tossing on the bed. Slowly, I began to hate myself for making an attempt in the first place. His ice-cold words sent a dagger to my chest, shredding my heart into pieces. When morning finally came, I had thought the words and events of last night would magically disappear from my head. Unfortunately, all it did was leave me with a banging headache, my head feeling like it was about to be torn open. I barely got any sleep that night. I didn’t even need my alarm to wake me up—I was already awake a minute before it went off. We never slept in the same room, or better still, on the same bed. But this morning, he was already in the bedroom, picking out a few things he was probably going to need for work. What bothered me more was the fact that there wasn’t even a “good morning.” Not even a glance in my direction—no words, not even a demeaning one to hurt me. In silence, I watched him gather most of what he needed. I found myself too tongue