All Chapters of Wrecking My Ex-husband : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Nora's POVI paced back and forth in my childhood bedroom, arms folded tightly across my chest. My mind was racing. I couldn't believe it. I simply couldn't!The audacity of that man to call me. After everything, after cheating on me, after getting Kimberly pregnant, after getting engaged to her. What the hell was he trying to do? Brag? Gloat?I had just entered my childhood bedroom when my phone buzzed and his name lit up the screen. For a long minute, I just stared at it like it was some sort of joke. But it wasn’t.He actually had the audacity to call me!The one man I wished I could forget and yet, somehow, couldn’t stop thinking about.I sighed, rubbing my forehead. The stress was already too much, and it had barely been a day since I got back.A knock at the door broke my thoughts.Alister walked in with a bottle of wine and two glasses, grinning like a fool. “I’ve missed my little sis. How about a drink to celebrate her return?”My hand instinctively went to my stomach. I hadn

“She wasn’t even that special.”Jeremiah spat the words like poison, but even as he said them, he winced, not just from his injuries, but because he knew deep down… that was a lie.God, Alister hit hard.He had taken the punches like a champ though. Black eye, busted nose, probably a broken rib, or two. He could have fought back. He could have knocked Alister out if he really wanted to.But he didn’t.Because deep down, he knew he kind of deserved it.He poured himself a generous amount of whiskey, watching the amber liquid swirl in the glass. Then he downed it in one long gulp, letting it burn all the way down. It didn’t fix anything, but at least it numbed a bit of the shame.Jeremiah had barely made it back to his estate. He crashed onto the leather couch, groaning as the cushions pressed against his bruises. “What the hell is wrong with me?” he muttered.He looked like shit. His face was swollen, his shirt torn, his ribs ached like hell. His body was a wreck, nose probably broken

Kimberly opened the door to her apartment with a lazy yawn, standing there in nothing but an oversized shirt, scrolling on her phone until she looked up and froze.“Jeremiah?”He looked like hell.One eye was swollen shut, dried blood crusted at the corner of his lip, his shirt half-buttoned and stained with something dark, maybe blood, maybe alcohol. He could barely stand without swaying, like the hallway itself might tip him over.“Jesus Christ, what happened to you?” she gasped, rushing toward him. “Are you...what...did someone do this to you? Who?!”Jeremiah didn’t answer.He pushed past her slowly, heavy steps echoing in her apartment, and collapsed onto the couch like a sack of broken bones. A long groan left his throat as his head hit the cushion. He reeked of whiskey.“Jeremiah,” she repeated, kneeling beside him, her voice full of concern. “We need to go to the hospital. This looks very serious.”“I’m not going anywhere,” he muttered, voice hoarse.She touched his face gently

Nora's POV I was exhausted. The kind of exhaustion that seeps into your bones and makes you feel like you’ve been running a marathon barefoot under a blazing hot sun. We had been out since morning me, Mum, and Gloria, bouncing from one boutique to another, trying on dresses, arguing about floral arrangements, and taste-testing cakes. All for my twenty-ninth birthday party tomorrow. It was supposed to be special. A fresh start. A way to prove to everyone that Nora Gilbert had moved on from Jeremiah, from her past. For the first time in five years, I would see all my friends that I hadn’t spoken to since I married that devil, Jeremiah. Family members I had left behind in the wreckage of a marriage that nearly broke me. I wanted them all there. And I wanted Henry to come too. I had sent him an invite two days ago. No reply. No text. No call. Nothing. I wasn’t surprised, but that didn’t stop the ache in my chest every time I checked my phone. I had sent him an invite agains

Jeremiah woke up to an incredible ache, his head throbbed like it had been split open with a crowbar, his ribs pulsed in protest with every breath, and his heart… well, his heart just felt heavy. He groaned and shut his eyes again, wishing the pain would go away, but it stuck to him like a second skin.Eventually, he forced himself to roll onto his side, wincing as fire shot through his torso. His surroundings came into focus slowly. The pale yellow curtains, the faint scent of vanilla air freshener, the too-soft couch under him, Kimberly’s apartment. Right.His mouth tasted like old whiskey and regret. He scrubbed a hand over his face and reached for his phone. 4:02 p.m. Shit.Why had he slept so long?A groan escaped him as he sat up, and that’s when he noticed the neat, white bandages wrapped around his ribs.“I thought you would never wake up,” came Kimberly’s voice from behind him. He turned slightly and saw her standing in the doorway with a mug of coffee in hand. “I was consid