All Chapters of After The Divorce: Ex-Husband Regrets And Begs Me: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

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My Idiot

MAXWELL'S POV:"It bears repeating."She shakes her head. But she is smiling.I reach into my pocket. My fingers close around the ring box. The velvet is warm from being pressed against my leg for so long."Maxwell," she says, her voice suddenly wary. "What are you doing?"I get down on one knee.The carpet is scratchy under my knees. The fluorescent lights buzz overhead. There is a dried coffee stain on the floor next to me and a marker rolling across the table and a whiteboard full of her handwriting that I do not fully understand.I know this is not romantic or the proposal she deserves. This is not the kind of moment that ends up in movies or fairy tales or the stories that grandmothers tell their granddaughters.But it is us. It is who we are. And I would not have it any other way.**ATHENA'S POV:**He is on one knee.Maxwell Valancourt, the man who has been driving me crazy for months, the man who saw through every wall I have ever built, the man who loves me even when I am

Victory and Vows

MAXWELL'S POV:I do. I kiss her like I’ve been starving for her, like every moment apart was torture. My hands work open the buttons of her blouse, pushing it off her shoulders. I kiss down her neck, across her collarbone, tasting her. When I reach the lace of her bra, I unhook it slowly, letting her breasts spill free into my waiting hands. I cup them gently, thumbs brushing over her nipples until they tighten. She arches into me with a soft moan, her fingers tightening in my hair.I lift her off the table and lay her down carefully on the soft carpet where we first came together all those weeks ago. The firelight from the corner lamp casts a warm glow over her skin. She looks like a dream, flushed cheeks, swollen lips, eyes dark with love and desire.I take my time undressing her completely, kissing every inch I reveal. Her shoulders. The soft curve of her breasts. Her ribs. The gentle slope of her stomach. Her hips. The inside of her thighs. She shivers under my mouth, whispering m

Bound by Love

CELESTINE'S POV: I have been standing in the hallway for some minutes now. I heard the shouting first. Then the laughter. Then the unmistakable sounds of my brother and my sister in law celebrating in a way that I really did not need to witness. I should walk away. I should come back later. I should pretend that I did not hear anything and let them have their moment. But I am too curious. And too happy. And too eager to see the ring. The door opens. Athena walks out first. Her hair is messy and her lipstick is smeared and she is smiling in a way that I have never seen before. Not the sharp, controlled smile she wears in boardrooms or the cold, distant expression she uses to keep people at arm's length. A real smile. A happy smile. A smile that reaches her eyes. She is holding up her left hand. There is a ring on her finger. Small and simple and perfect. "It took you long enough," I say. She looks at the ring. She looks at me. She shrugs. "He is an idiot." "I know," I say. "B

Until Forever

CELESTINE'S POV:I am in the front row with my parents.My father is holding my mother's hand. My mother is crying into a handkerchief that she has been clutching since the ceremony started. They look old, suddenly, older than I remember, their hair gray and their faces lined and their hands spotted with age.But they look happy. They look the way parents are supposed to look when they watch their children find love.Maxwell is at the altar. My younger brother. The boy who used to chase me through the fields and pull my hair and steal the last cookie from the jar. He is a man now. He is getting married. He is standing in front of everyone we love and promising to spend the rest of his life with a woman who drives him crazy and makes him better.I am crying. I have been crying since the music started, silent tears that slide down my cheeks and drip onto my dress. Lysander's late mother used handkerchief is in my lap, borrowed from Athena, who said she would not need it because again At

Maxwell Gets His Girl

ATHENA'S POV:The master suite at Ashcroft Manor is warm and quiet, filled with the sweet scent of roses drifting through the open window. The fire crackles softly in the hearth, casting flickering golden light across the room. Maxwell closes the door with a soft click and leans back against it, those striking blue eyes locked on me with a hunger so deep and tender it makes my knees feel weak.“You’re staring,” I whisper, my voice catching.“I’m admiring my wife,” he replies, the word ‘wife’ rolling off his tongue like a vow.He crosses the room slowly, each step precise, giving me time to feel the weight of this moment. When he reaches me, his fingers hover over the delicate buttons on my dress.“Can I?” he asks, voice low and rough with emotion.I nod, throat too tight for words.Maxwell takes his time, unbuttoning the gown one careful button at a time. With each new inch of skin revealed, he leans in and presses warm, lingering kisses, first to my shoulders, then the delicate line

Roses at Sunset

ATHENA'S POV: “Fuck, Athena… your mouth feels like heaven,” he rasps, hips twitching but letting me set the pace. I worship him like this for long minutes, alternating between slow, deep sucks and teasing licks along the underside until he’s breathing hard, muscles tense. Eventually he pulls me up gently and flips us so I’m on my back again. He settles between my thighs, the thick head of his cock nudging my entrance. He pushes in slowly, inch by inch, stretching me open until he’s buried to the hilt. We both moan at the perfect fit. For a while he just stays there, forehead pressed to mine, eyes locked. Then he begins to move, long, deep, rolling thrusts that drag against every sensitive spot inside me. It’s sweet and intimate, our bodies moving together like they were made for this. I wrap my legs around his waist, heels digging into his back, pulling him deeper. He kisses me constantly, whispering how much he loves me, how perfect I feel, how he’s going to spend every night for

The Honeymoon

ATHENA'S POV:The villa sits on the cliffs of Santorini, white walls and blue shutters and a balcony that hangs over the caldera like it is floating. The water below is the color of sapphires, deep and endless, and the sunsets here turn the sky into something you would not believe if you only saw a photograph.Maxwell chose this place. He spent weeks researching, comparing, reading reviews from people whose names we will never know. He wanted somewhere private but that is not that isolated.He found it. He always finds it.Our first night, we eat dinner on the balcony. Grilled fish and olives and bread dipped in oil so green it looks like liquid emeralds. The wine is local, dry and sharp, and Maxwell drinks most of it because I am still nursing a glass from an hour ago."You are not eating," he says."I am watching the sunset.""You can watch the sunset and eat at the same time.""I cannot. The sunset requires my full attention."He laughs and reaches across the table to take my hand.

The Sweetness of Us

MAXWELL'S POV:I fuck her harder, one hand sliding up to wrap around her throat lightly, possessively, tilting her head back so I can bite her neck. My other hand reaches around to rub her clit in tight, rough circles. Every thrust drives deep, my heavy balls slapping against her. I can feel her getting wetter, dripping down my cock and her thighs.“Louder,” I demand, slamming into her. “Let the whole fucking sea hear who owns this cunt.”She screams my name again, the sound echoing off the cliffs. I pound into her relentlessly, the railing creaking under her grip. I pull her hips back harder, changing the angle so I hit that spot inside her with every brutal thrust. Her moans turn into sobs of pleasure, her pussy fluttering around me.I pull out suddenly, spin her around, and lift her onto the wide railing, her back against the stone pillar for support. Then I slam back in, fucking her deep and hard while she wraps her legs around my waist. Her dress is bunched uselessly around her m

Moonlit Mischief

MAXWELL'S POV:She laughs breathlessly, nipping my bottom lip. “Then die happy, husband.”I spin her in the water and press her back against the smooth tiled edge, my chest to her back. One hand slides between her thighs from behind, fingers stroking through her folds. She’s already soaked, and it’s not just the pool water. I push my fingers inside her, curling them deep while my thumb finds her clit. She moans loudly, the sound echoing across the dark water.“Maxwell—”“Mine,” I rasp, biting down on her shoulder. “This body is mine. This tight little pussy is mine. Say it.”“Yours,” she gasps, pushing back against my hand. “All yours.”I finger-fuck her harder, adding a third finger, stretching her open while the water splashes around us. She’s grinding against my palm, moaning shamelessly, her head falling back against my shoulder. I keep going until her thighs start shaking and she comes with a sharp cry, her pussy clamping down around my fingers.I don’t give her time to recover.

Breaking the Cycle

ATHENA'S POV:One night after a few days and lying in bed after a particularly athletic session with my husband, Maxwell says something that stops my heart."I want to have a baby with you."I prop myself up on my elbow. The sheets are tangled around our legs."Now?" I ask."Not right this second. But soon."He reaches up and tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. His fingers linger on my cheek."I want a little girl with your eyes and your stubbornness.""My stubbornness is not a compliment Maxwell.""It is to me."I look at him. His blue eyes are soft, warmer than I have ever seen them. He is not joking. He is not testing me. He means every word.I think about my mother.She was cold. That is the word everyone uses, cold, distant and unreachable. She never hugged me. Never kissed my cheek. Never told me that she loved me.I spent my whole life trying to be nothing like her. Trying to be warmer, softer, more open. But I look in the mirror sometimes and I see her face staring back at

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