All Chapters of My Devil Ex-husband's Obsession : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Taylor's pov I stared at the hotel room door like it had personally offended me. I saw him pay for the room as he ignored my arguments but this hotel room offended me more.One room for the two of us. My brain did an instant calculation. luxury suite, king-sized bed, one tiny room, zero escape routes. Did he do this on purpose? “Devon,” I said, trying to sound casual, which came out as about as casual as a screaming cat. “We need two beds.”He leaned against the wall, arms crossed, one eyebrow raised. “I tried,” he said casually. “The other one’s… well, let’s just say my other accounts aren’t working. This one only has a small amount. Not enough for a second room.”Convenient, really convenient. My face heated, and I swear my eyes twitched. The same bank account always works when he wants, and suddenly it doesn’t? I wanted to throw his wallet out the window.“Oh really?” I snapped. “You mean to tell me, the man who flies first class, eats lobster for breakfast, and probably has a

Taylor's pov Devon slammed the door on his way out like the dramatic, overgrown child he was. The walls trembled a little, and honestly, I hoped the door fell on his head. Not enough to kill him. Just enough to make him reconsider his entire personality.I didn't know why I thought like this. I must be a witch. I folded my arms and stared at the door.“He really left to get air,” I muttered. “Air. Like the oxygen in here was different from the oxygen outside.”I scoffed and rolled my eyes. “Coward. Big, tall, stupid coward.”I said it louder this time, partly because it made me feel good and partly because he wasn’t here to annoy me back. My chest felt lighter. It was nice insulting him without interruption. Wonderful!I wandered toward the bathroom, deciding a long hot shower would wash off the stress of the day. And maybe wash off Devon too. If only!The bathroom was gorgeous. Spa-like with warm yellow lights and candles in the room that made my nose bless me. I stepped inside th

Taylor's pov FLASHBACK I didn’t sleep the entire time Devon was outside. I told myself it was because I was still angry at him, but honestly, I couldn’t relax. Something about him storming out had bothered me more than I wanted to admit. So I went outside too, mostly to get some air and remind myself that I still had to push through for my daughter.By the time I was in the hallway , a hand brushed my shoulder and I nearly screamed. I turned sharply to face the person.It was the waiter.Except the way he stood there made me kind of feel safe. “What are you staring at?” I asked, folding my arms because I didn’t feel like being the one caught off guard.He chuckled softly. “You look like you saw a ghost.”“Maybe because you keep creeping around corners like one.” I said and then a smirk crept up my lips. Finally!He stepped closer, leaned in and whispered so low I barely heard it. “Relax. It’s me.”I grabbed him by the collar and pulled him into the shadows behind the decorative p

Taylor's pov I ran through the dimly lit streets with my heart hammering so violently I thought it would burst through my chest. Every passing car made my stomach twist tighter. I hoped it'd be them. Where are they? Where is Lara? Where did they Ashley? Why isn’t anyone answering me? My trembling fingers fumbled over my phone, pressing the buttons frantically, dialing numbers I already knew I would get no answer from. “Lara! Ashley! Please, answer me!” My voice cracked, echoing into the night as if my screams could somehow reach them. But nothing came. No sounds, no words, nothing but my own ragged breathing and the pounding of my pulse in my ears. Why is no one answering? Why is everyone gone? Where are they hiding my baby? I tried Derrick next, my fingers shaking so violently that I could barely press the buttons. The line rang, and rang, and rang…but he wasn’t picking up. What if something happened to him? What if he’s gone? What if they took everyone from me? I

Taylor’s POVThe room felt suffocatingly small the exact second Devon said my name.Not because I did not expect it because I did. I had known since last night. Since the way his gaze had lingered on me just a fraction longer than it should have. Since the way his voice had hardened, stripped of warmth, when he told me to be ready. Devon never issued empty warnings. When he said something, it was already in motion.Still… knowing did not make it easier.The attention in the room shifted violently. Dozens of eyes locked onto me. I could feel them crawling over my skin, dissecting me, judging me, measuring me against standards I had never been invited to help create.Curiosity sharpened their expressions. Judgment hardened them. Disbelief flickered openly. Some mouths tightened with resentment, lips pressed thin as though my presence personally offended them. A few whispered my name under their breath, softly but deliberately, like it was a mistake. Like I did not belong there.I straig