I Divorced My Husband, I Married His Rival のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

Eva’s POV“I refuse to sit around waiting for when you decide to come back to me,” I say, my voice steady even though my insides tremble. “I’m done, Stephan. I’m tired.”The door clicks shut behind him. He walks further into the living room, the divorce papers clenched in his hand.He lifts them, waving the pages like they’re some sort of joke. “Whatever this little act is, it’s not working. Take your luggage back to our room.”“Our room?” I let out a short, humorless laugh. “That room hasn’t been ‘ours’ for nearly two years. Stephan, we don’t have to fight about this.”A hollow sound escapes his throat. He runs a hand through his hair, frustration simmering beneath his calm facade.“You’ve completely lost your mind,” he mutters. “And if you think I’m letting you walk out of here…” He pauses, eyes darkening. “Then you must be much more insane than I thought.”My chest tightens. I grip the handle of my suitcase, trying to pull it from his hand, but he refuses to let go.“Stop this, pl

Micah’s POVAs soon as the words leave her lips, I take her hand and pull her inside.The door clicks shut behind us, and I press her gently against the wall, heart pounding in my chest.“Are you sure?” I whisper, my breath brushing her lips as my hands slide up to her throat, holding her there. Not hard, just enough to feel her pulse race beneath my fingers.Her brown eyes are wide, pupils blown, and her lips part as she nods. “Yes… please.”God. She’s trembling, chest rising fast, and for a moment I forget how to breathe.Stephan doesn’t deserve her. He never did. The same way he doesn’t deserve anything good in his life.Some selfish part of me feels triumphant knowing she’s no longer his. That she’s standing here, looking at me like I’m the only one she sees.And then I kiss her — finally.Her mouth is soft and warm against mine, and she melts into me like she’s been waiting for this too. Her fingers dig into my shoulders, pulling me closer until there’s no space left between us.

Eva’s POV“What the fuck is this?” His voice booms across the hall, and in two more strides he’s in front of me. “What the fuck, Eva?”Micah shields me. “I suggest you keep your voice down, Stefan.”“Is there a problem here?” The clerk asks, brows pinched in confusion.“No.”“Yes”Micah and Stefan respond, and I gulp. Shaky fingers grip the hem of Micah’s jacket, fear coursing through my veins.In all my years of knowing Stefan, I’ve never seen him this angry. The veins of his neck protrude, thick redness coats his face.He looks like he could kill, lips curled in a malicious sneer.“Get the fuck out of my way, Micah,” he snarls, shoving Micah.Micah doesn’t budge. “Do you have no decency? Courtesy? A wedding is going on.”“Fuck you!” Stefan spits, then his eyes meet mine from across Micah’s shoulders.My throat goes dry, pulse thumping frantically.“Explain yourself, Eva.”My jaw tightens, and I force my spine to straighten. “I don’t owe you any explanation.”His eyes flash. “Come ag

Eva’s POVHis steps falter.“What are you talking about?” Micah gently places the bottle and glasses on the table.I stand to my feet, sliding his phone across the table to him.He frowns, and takes a look, jaw tightening. “You went through my phone.”It’s not a question. Just a dead pan statement that confirms everything.Wow.A bitter chuckle leaves my lips, and I shake my head. “I asked you, Micah…what’s in this for you? You said nothing. You lied to me.”He sighs. “It’s not what you think.”“It isn’t?” I snap. “Okay, say I believe you. Tell me then, how did Stefan know we were getting married? How did he know the time? The venue?”Micah takes a step toward me and I hold a hand out. “Don’t… Don’t come near me. Stefan was right.”“About what?”“You’re no better than him. It all starts with a lie, Micah—”“Eva, you’re blowing this out of proportion.”“Then explain to me!” I shout. “Explain to me that you did not ask some reporter to tell Stefan about us. Tell me that this is not som

Eva’s POVThe acceptance letter mocks me. I should’ve known. Micah Grayson who made partner at a young age of thirty-one, and Stefan Hudson who’s still a senior associate—after years of trying and failing to make partner—although he’s the same age as Micah.But what better way to show that I can survive without Stefan? This job is my first in nearly five years, and I will not let Stefan take it away from me.“Yes. Stefan…will that be a problem?” Micah gives me a look, it’s challenging, daring me to stand my ground.My jaw ticks. “No. It won’t. B-but will he be coming here?”“Would it make a difference if I said no?”Relief warms my chest, but I don’t show it, breathing slowly through my nose instead. I ponder on his question…would it make a difference?I nod. “Yes. I’m not ready to face him…not after what happened at the courthouse.”Micah doesn’t respond, he just stares long and hard. His suit jacket hangs on his chair, messily-styled hair falling over his forehead.He looks powerfu