All Chapters of After The Divorce: Ex-Husband Regrets And Begs Me: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

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The Gym Confession

ATHENA'S POV:I am in the gym at Ashcroft Manor as I gave myself an off day, punching a bag that has Kier Thornwell's face taped to it, and I am not sure if this counts as therapy or violence or some strange combination of both, but it feels good and that is all that matters right now.The bag swings back and forth with each hit, the taped on photograph crinkling under my knuckles. Kier's smug smile is starting to peel off at the edges, and I take a certain satisfaction in that. This is the man who made my sister in law's life a living hell for three years she had lived with him.I hate him. I hate him with a fierceness that surprises me sometimes, because I did not even like Celestine, not really, not beyond the polite nods and forced smiles of family gatherings, but that was then and she is my family now. She is my brother's wife, the mother of his unborn child, and she is one of the strongest people I have ever met.And Kier Thornwell tried to destroy her.So I punch his face. Over

Last Updated : 2026-05-25

Breaking Athena's Walls

ATHENA POV:"This is not about sex, I absolutely am in love with you. And I do not care if you are older than me, Athena. All I know is that I cannot stop thinking about you. I cannot stop wanting you. I cannot stop dreaming about you. Every time you walk into a room, I forget how to breathe. Every time you argue with me, I want to kiss you. Every time you leave, I count the minutes until you come back."He is so close now that I can feel his breath on my face. His blue eyes are dark and earnest and full of hope."Tell me you do not feel this," he says. "Tell me and I will walk away and I will never bring it up again."I open my mouth to lie.Nothing comes out.I cannot lie to him. I cannot tell him I do not feel this, because I do. I feel it every time I look at him, every time I think about him, every time I pretend that I do not care.I grab him by the back of the neck and instead of pushing him away I kiss him.******MAXWELL'S POV:She kisses me like she is angry about it, like

Last Updated : 2026-05-25

Undo Me Slowly

MAXWELL POV:My tongue drags through her slick folds in one long, broad stroke, tasting her properly for the first time. She’s sweet and musky and addictive. I groan against her pussy and do it again, licking deeper, circling her clit before sucking it into my mouth. Athena’s hips buck hard, a broken moan tearing from her throat. I band one arm across her stomach, holding her down as I eat her like a man starved.I lick and suck and fuck her with my tongue, alternating between long, slow drags and fast, relentless flicks across her swollen clit. My two fingers slide into her tight heat, curling upward to stroke that spot inside her that makes her thighs shake. I add a third, stretching her, pumping them in time with my tongue while I suck hard on her clit.“Fuck—Maxwell—oh my gosh,” she gasps, fingers fisting in my hair, grinding against my face. She’s riding my tongue shamelessly now, smearing her wetness all over my mouth and chin. The wet, filthy sounds of me devouring her pussy fi

Last Updated : 2026-05-26

A Kiss Between Fights

MAXWELL POV: I give her what she wants. I pound into her, hips snapping, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing through the gym. I hook one of her legs over my shoulder, driving even deeper, grinding against her clit on every thrust. She’s moaning loudly now, no longer trying to be quiet, her pussy clenching around me like a vice. I pull out suddenly and flip her onto her hands and knees. I slam back in from behind, one hand fisting her hair, the other gripping her hip hard enough to bruise. The new angle lets me hit even deeper. I fuck her brutally, watching my thick cock disappear into her soaked pussy again and again. “You’re mine,” I growl, slapping her ass. “Say it.” “Yours, fuck, I’m yours,” she sobs, pushing back to meet every savage thrust. I reach around and rub her clit fast and rough. She comes again with a sharp cry, walls fluttering and squeezing my cock so tightly I almost lose it. I keep fucking her through it, relentless, chasing my own release. But I’m not done

Last Updated : 2026-05-26

Their First Strike

LYSANDER'S POV:I am driving back from a business meeting in London when I noticed my car brakes fail.It happens so fast that at first I do not understand what is happening. I am on a winding road, the one that cuts through the valley between the motorway and the estate, the road I have driven a hundred times, a thousand times, a road I know so well that I could drive it in my sleep. The sun is setting behind the hills and I am thinking about Celestine with the way she looked this morning with her hair messy and her belly round and her eyes still heavy with sleep. I am thinking about getting home to her and wrapping my arms around her and feeling our baby kick against my palm the way she has been doing lately, little flutters that make me forget everything else in the world.I press the brake pedal to slow down for the curve ahead.The pedal goes all the way to the floor and nothing happens.I press it again, more harder. The pedal sinks down, loose and useless, and the car keeps mov

Last Updated : 2026-05-27

Drakon’s Failed Hit

LYSANDER's POV: The sound of it is the worst part, the screech of metal and the shatter of glass and the crunch of the car folding in on itself like an accordion. My airbag deploys, slamming into my face with enough force to snap my head back. Something sharp hits my leg, something heavy crushes my ribs, and my vision goes black. I do not know how long I have been unconscious. Seconds, maybe, minutes but long enough for the world to fade away and then come back in pieces, fragmented and blurry and wrong. I wake up to the sound of sirens around me. I wake up to the sensation of being pulled from the wreckage, hands grabbing at me, voices shouting, someone telling me to stay still, to not move, to let them help me. My leg is broken. I can feel it, the wrongness of it, the way the bone shifts inside my skin when they move me. My ribs are cracked. Every breath is a knife in my chest. My head is pounding, my thoughts scattered, my vision swimming. But I am alive. I am alive, and some

Last Updated : 2026-05-27

A Broken Leg

KIER'S POV:Celestine is mine and I will make sure of it. My thoughts went back to the baby she is carrying, his baby, the baby that should have been mine. I think about the life we could have had, the life we should have had, if I had not been so stupid, so blind, so cruel even about the plastic surgery comment I had maed with the way she laughed at me. The way she said I do not want you to look like my husband. I want my husband.She chose him. She chose him over me. She chose him over the father of her first child, the child she killed, the child who would have been ours if she had just given me a chance to be better.I hate her. I hate her for leaving me. I hate her for giving up on me. I hate her for making me feel like I am nothing, like I have always been nothing, like I will never be anything.But I also love her. I love her in a way that makes no sense, in a way that defies logic and reason and self respect. I love her the way an addict loves the drug that is killing him. I l

Last Updated : 2026-05-28

The Price of Obsession

KIER'S POV:The news reports come on that evening.I am back in my penthouse, alone, the television flickering in the darkness. The anchor is a woman with sharp cheekbones and too much lipstick, and she is talking about the accident, the mysterious truck and also the fact that no one has been arrested."Billionaire Lysander Ashcroft remains in stable condition after a crash that police are calling suspicious," she says. "Sources close to the investigation say the truck involved had no license plates and the driver fled on foot. Authorities are asking anyone with information to come forward."I smile.Let them investigate more and let them ask questions. They will not find anything. Vladimir Drakon's men are professionals. They do not leave traces. They do not make mistakes.The camera cuts to footage from the charity gala. I am there, smiling and shaking hands and kissing cheeks. The timestamp is clear. I was at the gala when the crash happened. I was on camera the whole time. I have

Last Updated : 2026-05-28

Burning the World Down

KIER'S POV:I did not sleep that night.I sit in my empty apartment and I replay what I saw through that glass wall over and over like a movie I cannot turn off. The way her body moved. The way her mouth opened. The way she looked at Lysander like he hung the moon, like he was the only man in the world, like she had never been with anyone else, like I never existed at all.I pour myself a drink. It was whiskey, the good stuff I only drink for special occasions. I drink it fast, letting it burn its way down my throat, and then I pour another.And another.I stop counting after the third one, because counting is what Celestine used to do. She used to count. She used to keep track of the anniversaries I forgot and the dinners I missed and the cruel comments I made without even realizing it. She used to write them down in a little notebook she kept in her nightstand drawer, a tally of all the ways I had failed her, a scorecard of my shortcomings.I hated her for that. I hated her for keep

Last Updated : 2026-05-29

Obsession Becomes Hatred

KIER'S POV: I throw my glass against the wall. It shatters into a hundred pieces, glittering on the floor like broken stars. The whiskey stains the wallpaper, dark and spreading, and I watch it drip down onto the baseboards and I do not care. My thoughts went to Sable. About the daughter she took with her when she left, the daughter who was never mine, the daughter who was just another lie in a long line of lies. She stood in my doorway with a suitcase in one hand and the baby in the other, and her eyes were cold and hard and full of a satisfaction that made my blood run cold. She looked at me like I was a stranger, like I was a mark, like I was nothing more than a wallet she had emptied and was now throwing away. "Did you really think I loved you, Kier?" she said, and her voice was light, almost playful, like she was telling a joke that only she understood. "You were a means to an end. A stepping stone. A way to get the life I deserved. And now that you have nothing left to give

Last Updated : 2026-05-29

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