All Chapters of Divorced, But Taken By My Ex’s Uncle For Revenge: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The first thing I hear and notice is the sound of water. It’s not distant and faint, but rather, close enough that I can feel the shift in temperature and damp air on my skin despite my eyes being closed. There’s also a strange kind of heat curling around me, and then, him. Nathaniel. The man who took me in unimaginable ways and gave me pleasure I never thought I’d ever feel in this life. He’s arms are strong around me as he walks further into the bathroom, one of them braced under my thighs, the other across my back, holding me like I weigh nothing at all. And lord, it feels good. Too good to be held… like this. Like I mean something. At the thought, my heart flutters, butterflies dancing in my stomach, and before I can stop myself, I blurt out the next words. “Nathaniel…” My voice is softer than I expect it to be, I wonder if he even heard me. And of course he does, because his hold tightens around me. “I’ve got you,” he murmurs, and I feel it more than I hear it. The

Nathaniel is acting strange. That’s the first thing that registers in my mind the moment the bedroom door clicks shut behind him and silence takes over. The silence feels like it’s deliberate and been placed there on purpose, but I stay where I am for a moment, unmoving, listening for any sound. Nothing. There’s no voice through the door or the sounds of footsteps pacing, and my fingers tighten slightly against the sheets before I force them to relax. I don’t know what I’m expecting right now. Maybe it’s an answer to the questions suddenly brewing in my mind, and something to make sense of the way he looked at me before he left. But there’s nothing. So I think, then reply the question I’d asked. I asked what was wrong. But before he replied, his expression had changed subtly, like something closed off behind his eyes, I wonder if I said something I wasn’t supposed to. My gaze drifts to the door. Did I? I sit up slowly, the movement pulling a dull ache through my body and

I don’t look at Father when I sit. The chair is too stiff, the room too quiet, and everything about his office is intentional, from the dark wood, clean lines, and almost nothing out of place. Even the silence feels curated. His lawyer, Mr. Carson, is seated right beside me too, already flipping through a file. “Ms. Ellis,” he says, his voice polite but distant. “Thank you for coming.” I nod once, saying nothing more. Father, on the other hand, doesn’t greet me or ask how I’m doing. Not that I expected him to, given he didn’t even do it out there after the fight with Lydia. He’s just seated behind his desk, watching me like I’m already a problem he’s managing. “We’ll begin,” Mr. Carson continues. He slides the opened file across the desk, and when I see my and mum’s name on it, my attention piques, my brows lifting slightly. “This concerns the estate left by your mother,” he says. “And I believe Mr. Ellis told you?” I nod. “That’s good to hear,” he nods in return, returning

Elara doesn’t look back as she walks towards the penthouse building. I, on the other hand, just stand there, doing nothing, and watch her walk through the glass door like nothing just happened between us. Like she didn’t just draw a line that feels like it’s choking me. My jaw clenches at the thought, my fists balling beside me in anger towards myself. For being a damn coward. And like an itch begging to be scratched, her voice comes to my mind again, the words replaying. “I’m not one of the women you sleep with and then ignore when it’s inconvenient.” My throat constructs, and I exhale once, then turn away. Enough. I won’t follow her. Let her sit with her emotions and then, I’ll speak to her again later. With that thought in mind, I walk back to the car, open the door, and get in, allowing the silence inside to swallow me whole. Then, I start the engine without hesitation. By the time I pull into traffic, my expression is neutral again and filed away, like any man

Nathaniel is staring at me. He’s standing a few feet away, his jacket off, and the sleeves rolled slightly to reveal those strong forearms. And his gaze is trained on me in a way that one would think he sees through me. But I don’t react to that even as a cold shiver goes through me at the reminder of… our history from last night. Instead, I purse my lips the moment I see his eyes darken further as if he knows what I’m thinking, and turn. “It’s fine.” It isn’t. We both know it isn’t. My ears perk and my spine stiffens when I hear him move, the sound of his footsteps slow in the room before his voice comes again. “Elara — “ “What?” I cut in, still not turning this time, and it comes out more harsher than I intended. Whatever. He deserves worse for treating me like shit anyway. I don’t know what I was expecting, but it’s certainly not him moving closer. Then, “About earlier—” I cut him off immediately, letting out a small, humorless breath. “You mean when you acted li