All Chapters of DEAR EX HUSBAND, YOU LOVED ME TOO LATE: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

ANIKA’S POVSomebody shoot me now.Literally.That was the only thought running through my head when I woke up.Not like I had even gotten a good night's sleep.I just tossed and turns all night still not used to sleeping without being wrapped up in Liam’s embrace. It did not matter how I tried, but it was not working.I mean, what could I say?The man had gone ahead and made me so freaking obsessed with him that I was basically a willing prisoner.At this point I could barely sleep without him.And no, I was not complaining about it.What I wanted most right now was for Liam to drop a kiss on my forehead, pull me against his chest, and tell me that he loved me.And now, thanks to Simon, I couldn't even have that much.Just thinking about it made my mood sour instantly.I groaned and buried my face into the pillow.This sucked.Everything about this sucked.And guess what?Simon was apparently a magnet for bad news because, as if he could somehow read my thoughts, the door opened.I l

ANIKA’S POVToday was the seventh day and I could not wait to be out of here.But more than that I also knew that Simon would have something up his sleeve.He was desperate, and there was nothing more dangerous than a desperate man. I just hoped that whatever it was that he had up his sleeve was not going to be disastrous.There was a knock on my door and Manuel opened it a second later.“Mr. Smith has requested your presence in the living room.”He looked uneasy, and that was enough to send alarm bells blaring in my head.Still, I nodded stiffly.“I will be right there.”The door closed behind him.For a moment I just stood there.This was seven excruciating days of being trapped in this isolated cottage.This man almost made me lose my mind, the apologizing, breathing down my neck, not to talk of the other day when he nearly-I did not even want to think about that.I took a deep breath before finally leaving the room.The moment I entered the living room, my steps slowed.Simon was

LIAM’S POV“Mmmm”I groggily opened my eyes to a warm mouth wrapped around my shaft. I wasn’t fully awake yet but mu body was feeling all of the sensations.I blinked rapidly trying to get used to the lights that filtered in through the curtains.I licked my lips when I saw the curves of her body under the sheets and my fingers tangled into her hair without even thinking about it. "Fuck, Anika—" My voice was rough with sleep, thick with the kind of lust that hits you before your brain catches up.She just hummed around me, the vibration making my hips jerk, and then she pulled back just enough to let my cock slip from her mouth with a wet pop.Her lips were swollen, glistening, and you smirked up at me, all mischief and morning hunger."Good morning to you too, baby" she purred.And I don’t know whether it was the use of the pet name first thing in the morning or the way her eyes twinkled with unfiltered need, but it had my dick hardening so much it hurt.“Are you trying to kill me

LIAM’S POV“Sir, you have a visitor” Jonathan said.I looked up from my pile of work “who is it?” I asked.“Mr. Smith” he said.A frown covered my face “Simon is dead”Jonathan looked at me like he was staring at a complete, utter moron “Simon Smith had a father Liam, keep up” he said.“Oh”I dropped the document that I was revising and straightened up on my seat “let him in” I said.Jonathan nodded his head before he left.Less than five minutes later, there was a knock on the door. I cleared my throat and adjusted my tie “come in”Mr. Smith walked in, he looked horrible.It was like the news of his son’s death had aged him by an extra decade. The eye bags and dark circles around his eyes were nothing if not prominent. And even if I really did not want to, I could not help but feel really terrible for him.And trust me, I was not really a fan of the fact that I was an empath either.“How can I help you Mr. Smith?”I kept my voice curt but polite. I mean I wasn’t up to buddying up wit

ANIKA’S POV"Anika, you look breathtaking."I looked up when Felicia said it for what felt like the hundredth time that morning.My hands were shaking.Today was the day.Today I was actually going to marry the love of my life.The thought alone was enough to make my stomach twist itself into knots."Really?" I asked nervously.Felicia scoffed."Girl, are you kidding me right now?"I laughed despite myself.She walked around me, inspecting every inch of the wedding dress I had designed myself.The gown shimmered softly beneath the lights. Tiny pearls were sewn into the fabric like stars scattered across the night sky. They curved around the neckline, flowed down the sleeves, and cascaded across the skirt in intricate patterns.The dress wasn't traditional like every other cliché dress out there.I had put my blood, sweat and tears into making it.Every pearl, every stitch, every detail.The fitted bodice flowed into layers of silk and pearl-threaded fabric that moved like water whenev