All Chapters of CHASE ME, HUSBAND: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Irene’s pov It felt like I was under an extremely cold shower and my bones were freezing as I stood by the door.My first instinct was to turn around and leave.Then I remembered Layla’s words.He’d given me lots of chances in the past.Not this kind. But that counted right?And yeah I lied to mom. I wasn’t going to run.Taking a deep breath, I flipped my hair back before reaching for the doorknob.I was going to go in there and acknowledge his flowers and apology.Hug him, maybe.Bracing myself, I pushed the door open and I watched stun flash in his expression.He was seated across from her, the loops around his tie hanging loosely, his collar rumpled up, a drink in his hand.“Damian.” I called, thankful my voice didnt break.She turned, her eyes meeting mine and a smirk pulled up her lips as she ran fingers through her hair, messing it up.It was her. His ex, Ivy.“Oh, my replacement is here.”Getting to her feet, she walked up to me, swaying her hips extra hard, then stopped.She

Irene’s pov I startled, feeling the venom in his words.“Why are overreacting, it’s just a piece of paper.”‘ I pointed out.He didn’t say anything.I pouted, veering my face away from his as I walked over to the door, but he caught my wrist.“You’re right. It’s just work.”Pulling me into his arms, I stayed there feeling his breath against my nape.“At this point. I might need to pull another billboard. Again.” He said and I bit bsck a smile.We left the office and he dropped me off.Since my apartment was closed off for investigation, I wss temporarily moved in with my parents. Layla made Mia set up my room decorating the whole place just like she did at my place.I only invited Olivia from school, Mike and Fred too.I was bad at keeping friends so I barely had any longtime friends to invite.Getting into my dress, i touched up my makeup for the last time as I got in front of the mirror, swirling.Well, here we go.The moment I stepoed out of the door, squeals rang out and popping

Irene’s pov It felt like I was under an extremely cold shower and my bones were freezing as I stood by the door.My first instinct was to turn around and leave.Then I remembered Layla’s words.He’d given me lots of chances in the past.Not this kind. But that counted right?And yeah I lied to mom. I wasn’t going to run.Taking a deep breath, I flipped my hair back before reaching for the doorknob.I was going to go in there and acknowledge his flowers and apology.Hug him, maybe.Bracing myself, I pushed the door open and I watched stun flash in his expression.He was seated across from her, the loops around his tie hanging loosely, his collar rumpled up, a drink in his hand.“Damian.” I called, thankful my voice didnt break.She turned, her eyes meeting mine and a smirk pulled up her lips as she ran fingers through her hair, messing it up.It was her. His ex, Ivy.“Oh, my replacement is here.”Getting to her feet, she walked up to me, swaying her hips extra hard, then stopped.She

Irene’s pov “Stop acting dumb.” I slurred into the receiver, my eyelid growing heavy as I struggled to keep my weight against the wall.“Are you drunk?” He asked.“Come on, set carnepea here, Mia, hurry.” Layla called, her voice ringing through the cracked door.I was at the balcony, leaning against the railings, a glass of bourbon in my hand, even if mom lectures me about it, I was still sipping it.My bachelorette party was in a few days and Mom, Layla and some of her friends from the club were gggh about it, decorating my apartment and all.Mom wanted me to have it at our house but Layla suggested we do it in my own apartment, it’ll be part of my last memories as a spinster so it had to be my own way.“No. I’m… maybe…” I stopped, biting down on my lips as the rich bass of his voice stirred heat low in my belly.This man. I didn’t like what his effect does on me. I didn’t hate it either.“Oh ok. Just wanted to—““Don’t say it.” I cut in, hissing under my breath.“Don’t say you’re c

Irene’s pov Then I remembered how quiet he was last night and how he’d ignored my feelings.Pulling myself along, I pushed to my feet and stumbled to my closet.Dragging down the clothes, shoes and bag covering where I hid the pill I threw them on the floor, ransacking that particular place with shaky hands.When I finally reached for the bottle, I tripped over a pile of clothes on my way to the kitchen, scratching my wrist against the floor and I winced.“Ouch.”The bottle of pills already rolled down the floor. Clicking my teeth, i helplessly watched the bottle stop a mile away from me and panic hit my guts.I couldn’t get to it.Hitching a breath, I held onto my chest, feeling hot tears roll down my face.My room was in a messy state, my shoe rack was lying on the floor, shoes littered all over and my sheets rumpled.Then I found myself sliding to the floor before I felt a hard knock against the door.“Rene!” Even in my dazed state, I could hear the familiar bass of his voice.I