All Chapters of He Divorced Me On Our Anniversary: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Lena’s POVSix weeks gone by fast as if time is playing games with me stretching out some moments until I think I might go crazy and then skipping others so quickly I barely have time to breathe.My body keeps changing whether I like it or not some mornings I wake up and stare at myself in the bathroom mirror for way too long my hands resting on my stomach as if I’m trying to convince myself that this is really happening that I didn’t imagine the baby, that my life didn’t just shatter and rebuild itself all in the same breath.The nausea has eased thank God but something else has taken its place. My clothes fit differently, my jeans don’t sit right anymore and my shirts stretch just enough that I keep tugging at them without realizing I’m doing it. I’m showing not big but enough that anyone who looks closely will notice and people in small towns always look closely.Keenan came back three days ago. He dropped his bags, kicked off his shoes and took one look at me and said, “Okay, you d

Lena’s POVThe phone sits on the table and I keep staring at it. It’s been sitting there for almost an hour my coffee gone cold beside it with my hands wrapped around the mug even though I’m not drinking. My knee bouncing under the table as if my body is trying to outrun a conversation my heart knows I can’t avoid.The house is quiet too quiet. Keenan is out at the bookstore, humming to himself like everything in the world is normal as if my life isn’t hanging by a thread inside my chest. Ruth is at the café probably yelling at someone about burnt toast or overcooked eggs and I’m here alone, staring at Caroline Carter’s name on my screen.My former mother-in-law.The woman who used to hug me like I was her own daughter, the woman who used to call me every Sunday just to check if I was eating enough and sleeping properly and the woman who made me feel for the first time in my life like I truly belonged somewhere.I drag my thumb across the screen and the call doesn’t go through because

Lena’s POVThe man is standing near the edge of the sidewalk just far enough away that he looks like he belongs there like he is just another businessman taking in the view of the ocean but close enough that his eyes are clearly on me.He is tall with broad shoulders, expensive suit that looks out of place in a sleepy fishing town, dark hair styled too perfectly for wind like this and a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes.My stomach drops before my brain even catches up and I freeze for a split second I convince myself I don’t actually recognize him.Maybe I have seen him somewhere else and then he takes one slow step forward his hands sliding into his pockets like he owns the sidewalk and recognition hits me full force.Donovon Smith.The name slams into my head so hard I feel dizzy I have seen him before not personally but I know who he is. Ethan has mentioned him once or twice.A businessman who played dirty in shiny suits a man who smiled at you in public and stabbed you in boardroo

Lena’s POVIt starts in small ways the kind of things you almost laugh at yourself for noticing that strange feeling that makes the back of your neck prickle even when nothing is visibly wrong at first I tell myself I’m imagining it. I tell myself my mind is just tired from everything that has happened in the last few months but the feeling doesn’t go away If anything it gets stronger.I notice it the most in the mornings when I step onto the porch with my mug of coffee, wrapped in one of Keenan’s old hoodies, barefoot against the cool wood, staring out at the water that looks endless and calm. The town is usually quiet then only a few boats in the distance, seagulls crying overhead and wind moving through the trees and yet I feel eyes on me.I shift my weight looking over my shoulder half-expecting to catch someone standing there but no one is ever there just the empty yard. I tell myself I’m being ridiculous but still I go back inside a little faster than usual.Keenan notices he not

Ethan’s POVI already know something is wrong before my father even steps through my office door I can feel it in my chest like a storm pressing against the windows. I have barely slept myy desk is a mess and my coffee is cold, papers everywhere, my laptop still open on the same screen I have stared at for two days the photos of Lena on that beach burned into my mind even when I shut my eyes.The knock on my door is sharp a single hard rap the kind that tells you whoever is on the other side isn’t here to talk.I don’t say come in but he opens it anyway Dad stands there in his suit like he owns the building which honestly he half does and beside him is a man I have never seen before. He looks like the kind of person who notices everything you wish he didn’t.My stomach tightens immediately. “What are you doing here,” I ask leaning back in my chair pretending I’m not rattled.Dad doesn’t smile he walks straight in and shuts the door behind him like he is sealing the room. “This is Mr. H