All Chapters of He Wants Me More After Divorce: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Estelle’s POVKarl was already at my apartment when I got back from Daisy’s, sitting on my couch with Chloe curled up beside him showing him something on her tablet. Daisy had driven me home and followed me inside, and now all three of them were looking at me expectantly.“So?” Karl asked, setting Chloe’s tablet aside. “What’s this about?”I sat down in the armchair across from him and took a breath. “Harrison’s mother invited me to dinner. At their house. She wants me to bring you and Chloe.”Karl’s eyebrows shot up. He looked at me for a long moment, his eyes wide.“Alright,” he said finally. “But how long are we going to keep pretending we’re married?” he asked bluntly, but not unkindly. “I don’t mind helping you, you know I don’t, but at some point—“I know,” I said quickly, looking down at my hands. “I know we can’t keep doing this forever. But just—just this one more time? Please?”“Of course,” Karl said easily, standing up. “Now go get ready. If we’re doing this, we’re doing it

Lyndsey’s POVI sat there with my hand still on Harrison’s arm and watched him stare at Estelle across the table, and I wanted to scream.He was looking at her the way he’d never looked at me, not once in seven years, hungry and desperate and completely lost, and she was looking back at him the exact same way even though she was supposedly happily married to the man sitting beside her.Karl.I looked at him now, really looked at him, taking in his neat brown hair and his pleasant smile and his perfectly average everything, and I wanted to laugh.Harrison was—Harrison was everything. Tall and commanding and powerful, the kind of man who walked into a room and everyone noticed immediately, the kind of man who could have any woman he wanted.And Estelle had married this? This soft-spoken nothing of a man who looked like he’d never raised his voice in his life?It didn’t make sense.Unless—unless Estelle had been so desperate after Harrison divorced her that she’d settled for the first man

Estelle’s POVI’d been watching Harrison across the table, caught in whatever insane game we were playing where we couldn’t stop looking at each other and saying things we shouldn’t say, when Lucas had appeared in the doorway.He was supposed to be upstairs sleeping but he’d come down instead, rubbing his eyes sleepily, and the moment he saw me sitting there his whole face had gone pale and strange.“Lucas,” Harrison had said gently, standing up. “What are you doing down here? You should be in bed.”But Lucas hadn’t answered, had just stood there staring at me with his grey eyes going wider and wider, and then he’d started shaking and crying and now Harrison was kneeling beside him trying to get him to talk.“Did you have a nightmare?” Harrison asked urgently, pulling Lucas’s hands away from his ears. “Are your ears hurting?”Lucas shook his head violently and pointed at me across the table, his hand trembling.“Her,” he choked out between sobs. “I don’t want her here. Make her leave.”

Estelle’s POVKarl set down his fork and smiled at Chloe across the restaurant table. “You’ve got chocolate on your chin again.”She giggled and wiped at her face with her napkin, missing the spot entirely. I reached over and got it for her, my hand moving automatically while my brain felt like it was somewhere else entirely.Karl had driven us straight here from Harrison’s house, ordering Chloe’s favorite pasta without asking and letting her pick three different desserts from the menu.She’d eaten half of each one, talking between bites about how the chocolate mousse was better than the tiramisu but the cheesecake was the best.I watched her laugh at something Karl said about the waiter’s mustache and managed to smile back.He was good with her. Patient and warm in a way that made my throat hurt.“Mom, can we come back here?” Chloe asked, scraping the last of the mousse from her bowl.“Maybe,” I said quietly.She yawned halfway through asking if we could get dessert to go and her head

Harrison’s POVI was in a meeting with the materials division when my phone rang. Home number.I grabbed it and stood without excusing myself, already moving toward the door while the phone rang in my hand.“Harrison—” Lyndsey’s voice came out high and panicked and wrong. “Lucas collapsed in the bathroom, he’s—he’s vomiting and he can’t hear me and—”“Call an ambulance,” I said, already running down the hallway toward the elevator.“You’re closer, you could get here faster—”“Is he conscious?” I jabbed the elevator button five times, six, my free hand already digging for my car keys.“Yes but he keeps saying he can’t hear anything and everything’s spinning and he’s crying, Harrison, he’s so scared—”The elevator doors opened and I stepped inside. “Tell him I’m coming. Right now. Tell him Daddy’s coming.”I hung up and ran through the parking garage, my shoes echoing off the concrete. I got in my car and drove too fast through downtown.I kept seeing Lucas’s face in my head, pale and sc