บททั้งหมดของ Wrecking My Ex-husband : บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

Kimberly broke down and started crying her eyes out, shoulders shaking as she sobbed into her hands. She clutched her stomach like it might protect her from Jeremiah's words.Jeremiah stood frozen, chest rising and falling as the silence between them was filled only by the sound of her crying.He ran a hand down his face, exhaling hard. “Kimberly....I didn’t mean that.” His voice was lower now, softer. Regret filled each word. “I—look, I’m tired. I’ve had a drink or two. I just… I wasn’t ready for this, alright? Any of it.”She looked up at him with wet, furious eyes. “I’m carrying your child, Jeremiah. How can you even say that to me? How can you be so cruel?”His jaw clenched, and for a moment, he almost snapped again—but he didn’t. Instead, he dropped his gaze and muttered, “Well… I didn’t ask you to carry my child, did I?”The room went still.Kimberly’s face twisted. The sound she made next wasn’t even a sob, more like a whimper of something breaking. Her whole body shook as she

Nora's POV I had barely taken a breath all morning.I spent the entire morning buried in the mountain of files on my desk, trying to make sense of numbers, contracts, and encrypted memos. I probably would have been halfway through by now, if Mandy hadn’t called my phone every five minutes like she was trying to win some kind of award.“Nora, this document is missing a signature. Are you blind or just slow?”“Nora, why do these paperclips face different directions? Do you think this is some kind of art gallery?”“Nora, the water in my glass has to be room temperature, not lukewarm. How hard is it to feel the glass before serving it?”It was clear. She hated me.And not in the casual, office-politics kind of way. Where you could just say she was being discipline. No. This was personal. Like my entire existence offended her.I didn’t know what I had done to make her despise me, but I could feel it in every word she spoke, every condescending glare she shot me from her glass-walled offic

After crying my eyes out in the café bathroom, I finally pulled myself together, wiped my face, and ordered Mandy’s ridiculously complicated coffee. I left without saying another word.I felt numb. Both inside and out.But under that numbness… something else had begun to take shape.Anger.It was hotter than the sun above me. It was sharper than the pain in my chest. Seeing Kimberly again more beautiful than the last time and glowing, pregnant with my husband's baby, sorry, ex-husband—had ripped whatever bandage I had placed over my wounds clean off.I knew then: my revenge had to begin. Soon. But how?I didn’t have time to think. I made it to the company, a sweaty, emotional mess, and took the elevator straight up to Mandy’s office.When I stepped inside, she looked up and sneered. “Wow… you can’t even get coffee on time. And Henry somehow thinks you’re brilliant.”I handed her the cup with a shaky hand. “I’m sorry,” I said softly, not trusting myself to say anything more. I was b

“I guess we deserve each other.”Kimberly's words kept ringing in Jeremiah's head.He didn't say another word the entire ride. His arms remained stiff, his jaw locked, his eyes dark.Kimberly had now fallen asleep against his shoulder, still clutching her coffee cup like a child with a toy. She looked peaceful. Gorgeous, even. But he had already seen the rot beneath her looks.And he couldn’t unsee it now.As the car pulled into the underground garage of the building, Andrew wordlessly got out, opening the door.Jeremiah didn’t move. He stared down at the woman curled beside him.She wasn’t a mistake he could just erase. There was a child now. A future. Tied to her.God help him."Wake up Kimberly." He said coldly without touching her. Kimberly stirred. “Jeremiah....Am I home?"He didn’t answer.She yawned. Before leaning in and placing a kiss on Jeremiah's cheek. Softly and slowly.Jeremiah didn't react.He didn’t move. Didn’t even blink.Just sat there, frozen.She lingered for a

After hugging both my parents again and again none of us seemed to want to let go. It felt so good to be with them again. To be wrapped in their arms, warm and surrounded by memories I once ran away from.My mother finally pulled back, wiping at her tear-stained cheeks with the edge of her sleeve. She looked at me more closely now, studying every inch of my face like she was making sure I was really there.Then she asked it.“Where’s Jeremiah?” she said softly, almost hesitantly. “Your… husband.” The word came out strained, like it tasted bitter on her tongue.My breath caught in my throat.I looked down at my hands for a moment before answering. “Turns out,” I said slowly, “you were right, Dad.”“Right?” he echoed.I nodded, feeling shame crawl up my throat. “He was a manipulative, smooth-talking con. He didn’t love me. He just loved what I could give him.”There was a pause. The air around us suddenly felt heavier, like even the trees had stopped moving to hear what I’d say next.“W