All Chapters of Get Lost Ex-husband : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Emily’s brows knit together, worry pulling at the corners of her mouth. She paced once across the living room of the Hilton residence, the hem of her soft lounge dress swaying lightly as she moved. “But…” she said, voice troubled, “Ethan only ever brought Ava to events like that. It was always for show so people would think they’re a loving couple and his company could benefit from it.” She stopped and looked at her mother. “So why would he bring me?” Martha didn’t look surprised. She looked amused. She sat gracefully on the couch, crossing one leg over the other as if this were a pleasant discussion rather than a war plan. “It’s different now,” Martha said smoothly. Emily blinked. “Huh?” Martha patted the cushion beside her, motioning for Emily to sit. “Come here.” Emily hesitated, then sat down, still tense. Martha's lips curved into a knowing smirk. “Do you remember Ava's status in the past?” Emily's expression stiffened slightly. Martha continued, voice gentle but edged

Ethan's expression turned stern the moment Sebastian appeared. I knew it, he thought darkly. She’s up to something. He clenched his jaw, irritation surging. He had already delayed the divorce longer than he should have. Grandma’s calls that afternoon alone had nearly blown up his phone—warnings, scoldings, threats layered with emotion. I can’t delay this anymore, Ethan decided. If I don’t finalize it soon, Grandma will throw an even worse tantrum. Beside him, Emily's eyes flashed with a cold gleam. Why do I keep bumping into Ava? she wondered bitterly. Since both she and Ethan had already turned around, pretending not to see Ava would only look suspicious. Emily inhaled quietly, schooling her expression into something gentle and affectionate. “Ava,” she called softly. Ava turned toward the voice in mild surprise. Her gaze swept across the two of them standing so close together—Emily’s arm subtly angled toward Ethan, their silhouettes framed like a couple about to ste

Ava pursed her lips. Was this all inevitable? She had originally intended to ask Ethan calmly, directly when they would go to the Civil Affairs Bureau to finalize the divorce. He had been the one to push for it. The one eager to sever ties. Yet now, for some reason she couldn’t understand, he insisted she come in person, insisted on dragging things out as if time itself could change the outcome. She didn’t want to stay here any longer. Turning away from him, Ava headed toward her room, her steps light but determined. She had barely taken two steps— Shove! The world spun. Before she could react, a strong force yanked her backward. Her back collided with something hard, and the next thing she heard was— Slam! The door shut violently. Ava’s heart jumped as Ethan pulled her into an empty room, the echo of the closing door reverberating in the confined space. His hands shot out and clamped around her wrists, pinning them above her waist. Ava sucked in a breath.

Elsewhere, Ethan returned to his room in a state of agitation he couldn’t quite name. He pulled a cigarette from the pack and lit it, then another, then another. Chain-smoking. Previously, out of respect for Emily, he had always made a point of never smoking around her. Tonight? It was the furthest thing from his mind. Emily sat stiffly on the couch, watching him with growing unease. She considered herself a calm person—emotionally steady, patient. But right now, her heart was in chaos. She could feel it clearly. Ethan was concerned about Ava.. That realization alone was enough to make her chest tighten painfully. Emily took a deep breath, but it went down the wrong way. She choked slightly and began to cough. Ethan glanced at her instinctively. Without saying a word, he walked over and snuffed out the cigarette. Emily panicked. “I—I’m fine, Ethan,” she said quickly. “I just choked a little. It wasn’t because of your smoking. Go ahead, don’t mind me.” T

“Of course not.” Sebastian chortled softly. He tapped the brake and smoothly slid into the right lane. As the car slowed, he glanced once more in the direction Ethan’s car had disappeared, then turned right at the intersection without hesitation. Ava had no intention of continuing the conversation. Sebastian, however, carried it effortlessly, speaking about trivial things—traffic, the city at night, the weather as if nothing of significance had happened. She listened politely but kept her responses brief. When they finally reached her manor Ava turned toward him. “Thank you, Mr. King, for sending me home,” she said calmly. Sebastian smiled warmly, as if he had expected nothing else. “Don’t mention it. It’s late—head on in. Give me a ring if you ever need anything.” Ava nodded and stepped out of the car. Sebastian didn’t drive away immediately. He narrowed his eyes slightly, watching her retreating figure as she walked toward the entrance, posture straight, steps steady. An enig