All Chapters of ON YOUR KNEES, EX-HUSBAND : Chapter 141 - Chapter 145

Carla~The villa looked nothing like a house anymore.It looked like a celebration that had decided to swallow the entire building whole.Music flowed through the halls, warm golden lights reflected off polished glasses, and the sound of laughter came from every corner like it belonged there. Staff from my foundation and the company filled the space in elegant outfits, some chatting in small groups, others already deep into the wine like they’d been waiting for this exact night all year.I stood at the edge of it all for a moment, just watching.For a second, it almost didn’t feel real.People kept turning toward me as I walked in...small bows, raised glasses, soft greetings.“Good evening, ma’am.”“Miss Carla.”“Mrs. Shawn...”I smiled and nodded through all of it, but my eyes kept moving past them.Greta wasn’t here.Lily wasn’t either.That alone made me frown slightly.I took a slow sip from the glass in my hand and stepped further into the crowd, scanning faces.“Have you seen Gr

Damian~My room smelled like alcohol and something worse—like I’d been rotting in it without even noticing.Maybe I had.Empty bottles lined the wall near the dresser, some standing, some collapsed like they couldn’t even hold themselves up anymore. I didn’t remember when I started arranging them like that. Or if I had at all.They were just there.Like evidence.Of something I didn’t want to name.I let out a low groan as I rolled off the edge of the bed.The movement pulled me fully into reality, and I regretted it almost immediately.The sheets shifted behind me.Two women were still asleep in my bed, tangled in each other and the mess I’d left them in. Naked. Unbothered. Unimportant.I didn’t even look at them properly.I used to tell myself this helped.That if I kept doing this, kept filling the silence with bodies and alcohol, I wouldn’t feel the absence of her.It was a lie I repeated enough times that my brain almost believed it.Almost.I stood, rubbing a hand down my face,

Carla~The moment the car stopped, I already heard the noise.Music, laughter, cameras.Too much of everything.I tightened my grip on Ryan’s hand before stepping out first, adjusting my dress as the door opened wider. The second my heels touched the ground, flashes exploded around us.“Mrs. Shawn! Over here!”“Ryan! Look here!”I blinked against the sudden brightness, pulling Ryan closer instinctively as he hid half behind my leg.“Mommy,” he whispered, wide-eyed. “Why are there so many people?”“Because someone decided you’re very important today,” I said, smoothing his hair down. “Stay close to me, okay?”He nodded seriously like I’d given him a mission.We started walking.The crowd parted, but not really. It felt like being swallowed and carried at the same time. Every few steps, someone stopped me—staff, guests, cameras—smiling too hard, talking too fast.Ryan didn’t seem scared though.In fact, halfway through, he started pointing.“Mommy! That man waved at me!”“That lady is p