All Chapters of I Divorced My Husband, I Married His Rival : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

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Chapter Thirty-One: Faster Than A Split Second

Eva’s POVIt’s dark out by the time I wake up from my nap.“Shoot!” I jerk up. “I promised to be down for dinner.”Willing my ankles, they feel a bit better. Still sore, but not too much. I shrug out of Stefan’s shirt, replacing it with one of Micah’s.Why? I can’t really say.“…Thursday is fine—”“What’s happening on Thursday?” I ask, interrupting the conversation between Darryl and Micah.Their heads shoot up at my voice, and Micah immediately walks over to me. “Darryl is leaving on Thursday.” His eyes rake down my body, taking note of the shirt. “You look good.” My smile is bashful, almost shy. “Well, you asked me to wear yours.”“And I’m ecstatic that you did.” He leads me to the dining table, pulling out a seat for me.“Thank you. Hi, Darryl.”“Hey, Micah’s wife.”I snort. “Just Eva is fine.”“I know.” He winks, and I laugh.“Are you hungry? Would you eat the left overs I heated up? Or would you like me to order something for you.”I’d kill for some Chinese but... “The left ove

Chapter Thirty-Two: Always Messes Things Up

Eva’s POV“Micah?” My frown deepens.He smiles softly. “Relax. I don’t bite.”With that, he walks ahead into his large walk in closet. I don’t follow. Instead, I stay put in the large bedroom, afraid to even sit on the bed or the chair at the dresser.He returns shortly with three garment bags, and he places them on his bed. “Take a look.”“What?”“They’re for you.”My gaze drifts to the bags, and back to Micah over and over until I take a tentative step forward and pull down the zip.Blue. That’s the first thing I see. After a few seconds of digging around, I’m able to pull out the dinner dress. A long blue silk dress, and god, it’s so soft.“Wow,” I blurt, eyes wide. “A dress.”He snorts. “Yes, a dress. Open the rest.”“Don’t tell me you bought me three dresses, Micah.”He doesn’t reply. When I open the next two, I’m met with different designs and different colours of outfits for me. Both dresses.Gold and black.I blink at the dresses on the bed, my perfect sizes, and beautiful p

Chapter Thirty-Three: Snakes Are Beautiful, But Dangerous

Eva’s POVMicah’s grip never leaves the small of my back as we walk into the event hall—after a few minutes of interrogation by reporters who don’t get any reply from us.“You good?” He murmurs in my ear for the fourth time tonight.And like always, I nod. “Yes. I’m good.”When a server passes with a tray of champagne in a tall glass, Micah snags one for each of us, and I use the opportunity to keep my eyes open for…you-know-who.Somehow, it got to our ears that he wasn’t attending. And god, I hope it stays that way.There’s soft music sifting through the speakers, the scent of expensive perfumes and Christ, so many sequins…diamonds.I’ve been to things like this but I never get over how much wealth every individual at these functions ooze. “At any moment you feel uncomfortable, tell me and we’ll be out of here immediately,” Micah repeats his mantra to me.I snort, smiling up at him. “I heard you the first ten thousand times.”“Just a friendly reminder, love. Also know that it wouldn

Chapter Thirty-Four: It’s A Fashion Thing

Eva’s POVMy blood runs cold. I feel warm palms slip into mine and when tugging slightly, I’m forced to stare into Micah’s eyes.“He’s not going to come near you,” Micah mutters in my ears. “I’ll make sure of it.”I’m not scared of Stephan. That’s not it.It’s more about worry of what he could say, and what he could do in a room full of reporters. “Okay.” I shift from one foot to the other, my hurt ankle already protesting standing for too long.Micah frowns. “I got you cute slippers though. They’re in the car, would you need them?”“I can’t wear slippers with this gown, Micah.”“Why not?” “Because.”“Is it a woman thing?” His brows pinch, obviously confused on why I wouldn’t choose to wear a slippers with a dinner dress.“No. It’s a fashion thing,” I snort. “Would you wear slippers with your tux?”“Ordinarily, no. But you’re hurt.”Chuckling, I pat his bicep gently. “Thank you, but I’ll manage.”“If you change your mind…”“I would most likely not.”He smirks and leans in. “I’ll ca

Chapter Thirty-Five: You’re Damaged Goods

EvaThat information doesn’t deter him. He only strides further inside, eyes gliding down my frame.“We need to talk.”I scoff. “I have nothing to talk to you about.”“Eva.” He tsks. “I apologized, didn’t I? I get it, you’ve made your point…just enough of this sham.”“You didn’t.”“Huh?”“You didn’t apologize.” I cross my arms. “Not once Stefan. Not for the cheating, not for the humiliation, and definitely not for the accusation of the loss of our baby.”He frowns. “Look at you making a list. What did Grayson tell you? What has he been feeding you about me?”“Excuse me?”“That has to be the only reason for how you’ve suddenly grown a backbone. I mean–” he chuckles, “-you’re giving me a list of the things I should apologize for.” “It’s common courtesy. Apologize when you hurt someone.”“You hurt me too,” he says. “I don’t see you apologizing. Look, let’s just…let’s just put all this behind us, start over.”Is he even listening to me? Doubtful. Everything I’ve said has gone over his h

Chapter Thirty-Six: It Will Not End Well

Micah’s POVThe moment we step into the house, Darryl looks up from the sofa. “Hey, welcome ba…” his words trail off when he takes one look at Eva.His brows pinch together. “Did something happen? Eva?”“Stefan,” she replies, limping all the way up the stairs. That answer is all Darryl needs to know. I sigh, expelling a breath through my lungs and pulling the tie from my neck.“What did that dipshit do this time?” He growls.“What didn’t he do?” I click my tongue. “The same old accusation that I took his wife. And he cornered her, in the bathroom.”“Did he hurt her?”My chest bubbles with rage. “Not physically. I’d have broken every finger.”He wouldn’t dare lift a finger on Eva.“She’s pretty upset.”“Of course she is. Hell, I’m upset too.” My jaw ticks. “The next time I see him around her, I am getting a restraining order. The girl’s already had enough on her plate. Why can’t he just let her breathe?”I still can’t get over the one statement that caught my attention from Stefan’s l

Yes Or No, Sweetheart

Eva’s POVIs it crazy that I want him to kiss me? Touch me? Stephan’s words ring in my ears, his boldness to confess what I already suspected—one of the reasons he left me, one of the reasons he cheated.I’ve never felt so small in my life, so reduced to nothing, humiliated.“It’s a-a r-request?” I reply Micah, my heart racing in my chest. Somehow, his breath is still steady, heart still thumping firmly, gently beneath my ear.My cheeks heat, embarrassment flooding my whole body. Am I desperate for that kiss? You could say so. The warmth of his palm on my waist seep through the shirt, and sinks into my core. I want him tonight…I need him.He shuffles around beneath me, and soon, we’re laying on our sides, his eyes locked on mine, brows pinched together.“You want to kiss me.” The words leave his lips as a blank statement and I’m already regretting the so-called request.Squeezing my eye shut, I press my lips together. “I…just…nevermind. I shouldn’t have said —”Large palms cup my j

Thirty-Eight: You Were Staring

Eva’s POVThings between Micah and I have been tense.The heated looks, the subtle arm brushes…my heart has been unsteady after I confessed to wanting him last night.“Definitely, Mr Faukson, we can set up a meeting,” Micah says into his phone, but his eyes remain on me from across the room.I avert my gaze, cheeks heating up.“My assistant will be in touch,” he continues. “Yes…thank you….”When I realise I’ve been paying attention to his conversation instead of working, I tune him out.My fingers fly across the laptop on my desk as I go over Micah’s emails, meetings and necessary files.“Eva? Sweetheart?” I still, breath catching in my throat. Ever so slowly, I lift my gaze to Micah, aware of the tension brewing between us.My smile is tight. “Yes? Do you need something?”“Lunch,” he replies. “Can we get lunch up here?”When I catch the time on my laptop screen, I gasp, horrified. “I’m so sorry, I completely lost track of time.”His lips tilt in a half smirk, and he pushes to his fe

Thirty-Nine: A Long Night Ahead

Eva’s POVMy heart skips, and I swallow thickly. “Micah…”“If I kiss you now, Eva,” he rasps, “would you be thinking of Stefan…or me?”“What?”His eyes dip to my lips and back to my eyes. “I want to kiss you, and I need to know you not only want this, but you won’t think of any other man but me.”Like I could think of another man—or anything else really— when I’m this close to him, his warmth seeping into my skin.A little closer, and we’d be touching. I feel overheated, and I fear one touch from him would make me combust into tiny—“Eva?”I snap out of it. “Y-ye-yeah?”“I shouldn’t—” he sighs, “forgive me again…for pushing.”Then, I see it—the moment he decides to stop trying…at least for tonight. The desire in his eyes wane, a halfhearted smile pulls on his lips, and his shoulders slump forward.I did that to him. One second, I’m pulling him into my orbit like a moth to flame, and the next I’m pushing him away like he’s a disease.I can’t imagine how exhausting it must be for him.

Chapter Forty: Do I Scare You?

Eva’s POVBy the time we get into the house, I’m on fire. The hairs on my body stand on end, and I feel like I'm buzzing with electricity.Throughout the ride, Micah’s fingers never stopped playing with my thighs. He didn’t speak, didn’t slide his hand farther—in fact, he was on his phone—but even with all of that, I felt him in my belly, and felt the need run through my veins.The door opens to the darkness.“Told you Darryl would not be staying up for us,” Micah speaks. The first thing he’s said to me since we left the office.A nervous giggle slips past my lips. “W-well…I guess.”He takes my knuckles and kisses them before leading me up the stairs with my heart in my throat.Is this really going to happen? And do I want it to?The higher we go, the more dread fills me. And when we pass the door to my room and he leads me towards his, I freeze.“Wait.” I swallow thickly, heart threatening to burst through my chest. “I just…I just need a minute.”His eyes soften. “We don’t have to do

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