All Chapters of ON YOUR KNEES, EX-HUSBAND : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Carla~The lawn of the Dunbar's residence had never looked this alive before.Soft music drifted through the evening air while a number of cars lined the driveway outside the gates. Laughter echoed from every corner of the estate as guests moved around with glasses of champagne in hand, congratulating Carla’s family on finally getting through the storm that had nearly destroyed them.And a tiny part of me found it odd. Odd that we were actually celebrating the absence of the one man who was actually supposed to be here today. But he had chosen to be a dark cloud in our lives, so we can only be glad he's not here.I stood quietly near the balcony doors with a glass of untouched wine in my hand, watching the crowd spread across the lawn below. Warm golden lights wrapped around the trees while servers moved around carrying trays of food and drinks.It almost felt like we were moving into a brand new home instead of returning to the same mansion that once held nothing but fear and tension

Xavier~The moment I stepped into the solitude of my mansion, I knew I was furious enough to destroy something.The heavy doors slammed shut behind me with a deafening bang that echoed through the entire house, startling the workers nearby. One of the maids nearly dropped the tray in her hands as she quickly lowered her head and moved out of my path.Good.They could already tell if anybody tried talking to me right now, I honestly didn’t know what I was capable of saying.Or doing.My jaw tightened painfully as I stalked through the living room, shrugging off my coat and throwing it carelessly onto one of the couches.Damian Fucking Reeves.Just thinking about him made my blood boil violently beneath my skin.The image replayed in my head over and over again like some cursed memory.Him standing behind Carla. Protectively. Possessively, like he belonged there.Like he belonged beside her.And the worst part?Carla had allowed it.No…not just allowed it.She had looked comfortable ther

Damian~"I don't know, Alonso." I muttered, turning the small velvet box over in my hand for what had to be the hundredth time that night. "Wouldn't she think it's a little too soon? I don't want to scare her away."The soft yellow lights of my office lounge reflected against the diamond ring inside the box, mocking me with how ridiculously nervous I was acting.Me.Damian Reeves.A man who had always been notoriously popular with the laddies. A playboy through and through...yet somehow, one woman had managed to reduce me into this restless mess.Alonso, seated across from me with one ankle resting over his knee, scoffed loudly."You've known her for over a year and you still think that's too soon?"I shot him a glare before leaning back against the couch with a frustrated sigh."You don't get it." I rubbed a hand over my jaw tiredly. "It's not too soon for me. Hell, I've probably been ready for months now."That much was true.There hadn't been a single night lately where I didn't i

Carla~A painful groan escaped my lips the moment consciousness hit me.My head felt like someone had smashed a hammer repeatedly against my skull all night long.I buried my face deeper into the pillow for a moment, squeezing my eyes shut tightly as another throb pulsed through my temples.Never again.I was never drinking that much wine again.Slowly, I forced myself upright on the bed, only for dizziness to slam into me almost instantly."Ugh..."I pressed two fingers against my forehead while trying to steady myself.That was when a throat suddenly cleared somewhere beside me.I froze.My head snapped toward the sound so fast I nearly gave myself another migraine."Greta?"Standing beside the bed was Greta herself, dressed neatly in a fitted office skirt and blouse while holding a glass of water and a packet of ibuprofen in her hand.Her brows were raised knowingly.And judging from the unimpressed look on her face... she had been standing there for pretty long time."Oh thank God

Carla~"Where is he?"My voice echoed furiously through the massive hall as my heels struck sharply against the marble floor."Where's that goddamn son of a bitch?!"The men stationed around the mansion exchanged uneasy looks but none of them moved to stop me.Good.Because at that moment, I genuinely would've clawed my way through every single one of them if I had to.My chest rose and fell heavily as I stormed deeper into the estate.The familiar scent of cigar smoke lingered thickly in the air.And then I saw him.Marcus Grigo.Seated lazily on a large leather chair like some self-satisfied king upon his throne, one leg crossed over the other.A cigar resting comfortably between his fingers.Completely relaxed, completely calm. Like he hadn't just attempted to destroymy reputation on live television moments ago.His eyes landed on me immediately.And to my disgust...They lit up with amusement."Oh," he drawled smoothly. "You're here."The smug grin spreading across his face made r