All Chapters of MY EX WANTS ME BACK? NOT A CHANCE!: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

ETHAN’s POVA meetup The next day came sooner than I expected, with his words still playing in my head. All through the night, I couldn’t sleep properly. I kept tossing from one end of the bed to the other—his voice, his expression, the entire scene replaying clearly and loudly.Why would he want me to come back?I remember finally giving in to my thoughts, sitting up on my bed and questioning myself out loud. Fortunately, the answer was clear enough… or maybe I just thought deeper about it because I wasn’t ready to believe him just yet.Well, I didn’t expect anyone to blame me.Being my closest friend for years, I knew he never carried out any action unless it was carefully calculated.According to him, trouble had resumed lurking at his door. I remembered asking him about it, but he didn’t respond. At least not yet. He wanted me back first.Could this be about Camille?I thought back to last night, but unfortunately, I couldn’t provide an answer. He hadn’t given me a reason to hav

DANIEL’s POVThe drive should have been routine, and normally it would have been, but today nothing settled the way it was supposed to, not the silence in the car, not the steady rhythm of the road, and definitely not my own thoughts. I kept my eyes on the road, I followed every turn like I always did, and yet my grip on the steering wheel was tighter than usual, my fingers pressing into the leather like I needed something solid to hold onto, like the control could be forced back into place if I just held on hard enough.It wasn’t working. Because no matter how much I focused, my mind kept dragging me back to the same moment, the same look on Jocelyn's face, the same quiet way she had said my name like she expected something from me and hadn’t gotten it.I exhaled slowly, but it didn’t ease anything, it only made the tension more obvious, more present, more difficult to ignore. I could still see her standing there in the study, still seeing the shift in her expression after I said it

JOCELYN’s POVI was staring at the screen again, pretending to type, but my mind still refused to stay on the task. Every time my fingers moved, it was like a slow, repetition that had nothing to do with the work, and every time I glanced at my phone, half-expecting some follow-up message or another reminder of what I had seen yesterday, the anxiety flared again, coiling in my stomach, knotting in my chest.I could feel it even as I tried to bury it under concentration, telling myself to be calm, telling myself to breathe, but it wasn’t working. I wasn’t myself. I could feel it in my posture, in the subtle tapping of my foot against the floor, in the way my jaw kept clenching without me noticing.“You look off today.”I didn’t even hear Harvey approach me at first, and when I did, my head jerked up, irritation flashing immediately. My eyes met his, and I forced a tight-lipped smile that didn’t reach my eyes. “Off? I’m fine,” I said.“No,” he said, leaning slightly against my desk. “Yo

. Jocelyn’s povI heard the sound of Daniel's car pulling into the driveway and my heart started beating fast immediately, it was like my body had been waiting for this moment long before my mind admitted it. I was still standing in the living room, exactly where Eunice had left me, and for a second I considered walking away, pretending I hadn’t just had that conversation, pretending I didn’t have questions burning through me. But I didn’t move.I stayed waiting for Daniel to come inside. Because running now would only prove what I refused to admit, that she had gotten to me, that her words had done exactly what they were meant to do. And I wasn’t going to give her that, not even in my own head.The front door opened moments later.I didn’t turn immediately. I let him walk in, let him settle into the space, let the air shift with his presence before I finally looked over.Daniel finally stepped in. His gaze swept the room briefly, then landed on me, and I saw the slight pause, the qui

Jocelyn’s povAfter what happened between me and Daniel, I stopped trying, and the moment I made that decision, everything shifted in a way that was quiet but absolute, like something inside me had drawn a line and refused to step over it again.I didn’t wake up angry the next morning. I didn’t wake up emotionally either. If anything, I woke up clear. Not peaceful, not settled, but clear enough to know that whatever I had been holding onto before, whatever expectation I had built in my head about what this was supposed to be, I needed to let it go before it turned into something worse. Because pushing him hadn’t worked, asking questions hadn’t worked, and reacting had only given him more reason to shut me out, so I chose the only thing left that I could control.Which is dstance. I decided to distance myself from him.I got out of bed earlier than usual, moving quietly so I wouldn’t wake him, although I wasn’t even sure why I bothered being careful. I didn’t sit there and watch him th