All Chapters of Ex-Wife, You Are Mine!: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Aidan pulled over a few meters away from where Malikha and Bruce parked their car. Bruce could be seen affectionately holding Malikha’s hand as they walked into a restaurant together. Aidan swallowed another bitter pill of disappointment, watching Malikha with another man. He finally paid the driver and stepped out of the cab to follow them inside.From the entrance, Aidan glanced to his left and spotted Malikha and Bruce sitting at a table in the far left corner of the restaurant. Pulling his cap further down over his face, he adjusted his glasses. A table right in front of theirs was vacant, so Aidan requested it immediately. He sat down, positioning his back directly against Bruce's. If he was going to stalk them, he had to do it right. He needed to hear every single word of their conversation.By sheer coincidence, Aidan ended up ordering the exact same dish as Malikha: a Tuna Pasta Salad. Lately, Aidan’s tastes had been aligning more and more with Malikha’s, especially when it ca

Glenn then took Lucy out for dinner at a restaurant and pub in Manhattan. Neither of them spoke much, simply sitting down, ordering food, and starting their meal. Lucy was overcome with nervousness—something Glenn was well aware of. He kept his composure to ensure she wouldn't feel defensive."Are you..." Lucy paused, leaving her sentence hanging."What? What were you going to ask?" Glenn interrupted.Flustered, Lucy bit her lower lip. "Do you know where Mr. Aidan went?" she asked, pivoting away from her original thought.Glenn scoffed with an annoyed look on his face. "You really haven't given up, have you? Mr. Aidan has rejected you a hundred times. If a guy who actually liked you saw you like this, he'd run for the hills!" he sarcastically retorted before taking a sip of water.Lucy’s lips pouted immediately upon hearing the sarcastic response. "What did I do wrong? He's single now, isn't he?" she argued in her own defense."You've done plenty wrong. You had the nerve to flirt with

"Alright, alright, stop laughing—time to get serious. Bryan, turn on your camera," Arjoona commanded.In an instant, the room shifted from loud laughter to intense focus as they gathered around a TV screen serving as Bryan's eyes and ears."Audio is live. Shawn, can you hear me?" Bryan asked, testing their comms."Yep. I'm heading out now!" Shawn replied, activating his body cam before starting the engine.Arjoona turned up the volume so everyone in the room could hear clearly. Shawn drove for 30 minutes to get to Malikha's neighborhood, checking in periodically throughout the trip until he reached her street."Do it, Bryan!" Arjoona ordered.Bryan moved swiftly, hacking into Malikha's cable network and killing the signal. "Signal's dead!" Bryan reported.Arjoona nodded. "Hold your position, Shawn. Be ready in 10 minutes."Moments later, a customer support call from Malikha came in. Bryan rerouted the call to his own phone, switched on the speaker, and posed as a customer service repr

"What are you doing?" This time, Glenn’s tone sounded even stranger.Lucy glanced at him briefly and merely cleared her throat. She carried the food tray over to the dining table, leaving Glenn in the kitchen, where he could only take a deep, congested breath through his stuffy nose. Reluctantly, Glenn walked over to the dining table where Lucy was already waiting for him."I asked you what you're doing!" Glenn snapped, growing irritated even as he pulled out a chair and sat down."Nothing," Lucy replied casually, sliding the bowl of porridge toward him so he could eat.Glenn grew even more suspicious. He leaned in, sniffed the porridge, and narrowed his eyes."What? Do you think I'm trying to poison you?" Lucy protested, her voice laced with a sharp edge."A woman like you is capable of anything!" Glenn countered, narrowing his eyes mistrustfully, only to be met with a fierce glare from Lucy.Glenn merely smirked and began eating his porridge. "You're not eating?" he asked.Lucy shoo

"What's wrong with you?" Brandon asked, bewildered.The surge of nausea hit again."Oh, shit!" Aidan cursed, darting straight into his bedroom and into the bathroom to throw up everything in his stomach."Aidan...!" Brandon called out, half-shouting. He rushed in after Aidan, who was already kneeling by the toilet, dry-heaving violently."What is happening to you?! Are you sick?!" Brandon sounded panicked. Still throwing up, Aidan shook his head. Brandon hit the flush and guided Aidan to the sink so he could wash out his mouth.With one hand, Brandon continuously rubbed Aidan's shoulder and the nape of his neck. Cold sweat was glistening beneath his hairline, and Brandon wiped it away with a tissue. He was genuinely worried; Aidan almost never got sick."I'm fine, Dad," Aidan panted, catching his breath."You're throwing up like that—how on earth are you fine?!" Brandon argued sharply."It's just morning sickness. I get it every day." Brandon knit his brows in utter confusion."What?