All Chapters of I Divorced My Husband, I Married His Rival : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Eva’s POVI bite down on my lip, walking down the stairs while Micah waits at the bottom. His eyes glimmer with every step I take toward him.“You’re beautiful, Eva,” he breathes, taking my hand.A flush tinges my neck and cheeks, and he spins me around.“Wow.” His eyes drag down my body. “I don’t even know what to say.”“Thank you,” I say unread. “You don’t look bad either.”Micah is taking me on a date after the long week we’ve had. And deep down, I’m excited for it. My heart does a little gallop when he pulls to his chest and cups my jaw.“This date, amongst many others, is for you, Eva.”“How so?”“Consider it a stress reliever,” he says. “You’ve had quite the week , haven’t you?”He’s not wrong. The office has been tense for the most part. Jessica had a lot of influence, and so I’ve been ‘threatened’, ‘ambushed’.But Paris, she’s been a friend. A little too loud and bubbly, but I’ll take it anyway.“I have. Thank you, Micah. This means a lot,” I murmur, looking at him through m

Eva’s POVI’m woken up to the scent of freshly baked goods. Stretching, I pop an eye open and get out of bed.Last night, I had slept off in Micah’s arms and somewhere during the night, he put me to bed.Trudging toward the kitchen, I stop short when I see him.He stands at the island, back to me. An apron sits on his naked torso, sweatpants riding low on his hips as fiddles with the oven.I don’t know why, but I stand there and watch. Quietly. I’ve got to admit, Micah looks good. He’s perfect, in almost every way—judging from our few moments together.A year. That’s what he said last night. Can I really go back to Stefan? If he changes, if he goes back to being the man I fell in love with…will I really be able to walk away from Micah?As if sensing my presence, he turns, blinking in surprise. His chest is now fully in my vision. I’m presented with sculpted arms, and a tattoo that runs up one of them.Christ, he’s sexy.“How long have you been there?” He raises a brow.His voice pull

Eva’s POVHis glare cuts to me. “Who the fuck does he think he is?” He snaps. “Is that how he talks to you?”I don’t respond.Timothy Hart and his wife, Diana, have to be the most snobbish, and stuck-up individuals I’ve had the displeasure of meeting.“Stefan lets him speak to you like that?” Micah questions again.I shrug. “I mean, his parents don’t like me. They make that very clear.”They’ve never liked me. Not when Stefan brought me into their home when we were still in college.Heck, they didn’t attend the wedding.In fact, on the day of our wedding, they travelled for a vacation. Stefan had laughed it off, said they loved to travel.But it was a tactic to prove a point. I mean, I should’ve known right?“You’re kidding.” He scoffs. “You’re actually kidding, right? Because I don’t want to even think or believe that Stefan will watch his parents talk down on you and he won’t say anything.”“They have…a complicated relationship.”“Stop fucking defending him!” He yells. But I don’t

Eva’s POVIt’s been two weeks. Two weeks with no word from Stefan. Two weeks working for Micah. And two weeks of being friends with Paris.Speaking of her…“Are you ready?” She wiggles her brows, a large grin on her face.I smile. “Yea, I am. Where’s Micah?”“Your hubbyyyy…”“Paris,” I scold while a flush tinges my cheeks. “Where’s he?”Paris is the intern in the PR department of the firm. We’re currently preparing to release a statement after the debacle that happened.She looks over my shoulder. “He just walked in.”I turn immediately.There he is, dressed in a three piece black suit. His hair is gelled to perfection, and when he steps closer, his scent fills my lungs.“You smell really good,” I murmur, inhaling deeply.“Yea?” He presses a kiss to the top of my head. “You smell great and you look beautiful too.”Paris blushes on my behalf. “Hello, Mr Grayson.”“Paris.” He gives her a curt nod. “You’ve done great on my wife, thank you.”“You’re welcome.”Callum, the reporter, and Ri

Eva’s POV“I know-” he breathes, “I know you don’t love me, and we know this marriage is a farce, but you could’ve admitted that you love me.”“But I did.”He shakes his head. “You weren’t straight with it. If you didn’t love me, you wouldn’t marry me? There’s tons of people who don’t love each other but still get married.”He’s not yelling. In fact, his tone is soft with an edge, and somehow, it makes me feel worse than if he was screaming at me.“I’m sor—”“It’s just that I’m trying so hard to take the media off us—off you. I’m trying to make those negative assumptions go away, but you’re not helping when you give answers like that.”“It c-caught me off guard,” I explain, blinking back the tears that threaten to fall. “We-we didn’t plan for questions like that.”“I understand, I do. I’m not blaming you, I’m just saying…” he sighs, “I’m just saying you should’ve just said ‘yes’.”“I’m sorry. Let’s redo that part, it’s not too late. Callum and the photographer could still be on the ro