He Wants Me More After Divorce의 모든 챕터: 챕터 41 - 챕터 45

Lindsay’s POVI nodded miserably, wrapping my arms around myself, and then something occurred to me that almost made me laugh.“At least Lucas can’t hear most of what she says to him,” I said, the words coming out before I could stop them. “Silver lining, right? His ear issues mean they can’t really bond or have conversations. She can’t get close to him if he can’t hear her properly.”Claire’s head snapped toward me and her eyes went hard and cold. “That’s in extremely poor taste, Lindsay.”I flinched, heat flooding my face. “I didn’t mean—I just meant—”“I know what you meant,” Claire said icily. “And it’s disgusting. Lucas is suffering. He’s scared and confused and in pain. Don’t you dare suggest that his disability is somehow convenient for us.”“I’m sorry,” I whispered, looking down at my feet.Claire let out a long breath and when she spoke again her voice had softened slightly. “I understand you’re frightened. I am too, but we can’t afford to be cruel, Lindsay. We need to stay fo

Estelle’s POVI made it to my office before the anger really hit, slamming the door harder than necessary and crossing to my desk where I dropped into my chair and pressed both hands flat against the surface.Lucas had called her Mom.The word kept echoing in my head, bouncing around, making my jaw clench tighter with each repetition.Mom. He’d called Lindsay Mom.I’d been about to tell Harrison the truth. I’d been ready, had convinced myself it was time, that he deserved to know about Chloe, that maybe—maybe—we could figure out some kind of co-parenting arrangement that would work for everyone.But watching them together just now, watching Harrison smile at Lindsay while she stroked Lucas’s hair and he called her Mom, had killed that impulse dead.Harrison had built this perfect little life with a wife and son, and all I could think was that they got everything whilst I’d whilst I’d been left pregnant and alone, whilst Chloe had grown up without a father because he’d chosen them over

Harrison’s POVMy office was quiet, and all I could think about was Estelle pressed against that bathroom sink, her hands gripping the counter behind her, her eyes wide and furious and something else I didn’t want to name.Does he make you happy?I’d asked her that and she’d lied. I knew she’d lied because her voice had gone too quiet, too careful, and she’d walked out without looking at me.I shoved the laptop away and rubbed my face hard with both hands, trying to scrub the image out of my head. It didn’t work. Nothing worked. I’d been trying for two months to stop thinking about her and it only got worse after every interaction.That night in the car, I’d told myself I was doing the right thing by staying away afterward. I’d convinced myself that distance was kindness, that ignoring what happened was better than dragging her into the mess of guilt and want that lived in my skull now.But really I’d just been a coward. I’d avoided her because looking at her made me remember exactly h