All Chapters of CHASING HIS EX-WIFE: My ex-husband wants me-too late: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Lisa sat in her apartment for three hours after Antonio left.Not crying. She had cried the night before, alone in her bathroom with the shower running so nobody could hear it, and she had given herself exactly forty minutes for it and then she had stopped and washed her face and gone to bed and slept because crying beyond what was necessary was a luxury she had never been able to afford and was not going to start affording now.She sat at her kitchen table with coffee she wasn't drinking and thought.That was what she did when situations required recalibration. Not panic, not react, not reach for the nearest available comfort. Sit and think until the shape of things became clear enough to act on, until the path from where she was to where she needed to be had enough visibility to walk.She had known for a long time.That was the thing she kept returning to, turning it over in her mind with the honest attention she rarely gave herself in private. She had known for longer than she had

Lisa met Daniel Reeves at a coffee shop on Thursday morning.Not the kind of place she would normally choose — too ordinary, too loud, tables too close together — but ordinary was the point and loud was useful and close tables meant nobody would remember two people talking because two people talking was simply what happened here, the unremarkable background activity of a Thursday morning in a city that had too many of them to keep track.She arrived first and chose a table near the window, not because the view was good but because she could see the door from there and she needed to see him before he saw her, needed that single moment of assessment before the interaction began.He came in at nine exactly.Younger than she expected. Mid-thirties maybe, with the specific kind of unremarkable appearance that was either natural or cultivated and that she suspected, in his case, was the second one. The kind of face that didn't stay in rooms after the person left. Dark jacket, no tie, a phon

The documents from Lucas arrived at nine forty-seven that evening.Jayda was at the kitchen table with tea she was actually drinking this time and the particular focused quiet of someone who had been waiting for something and was ready to receive it properly when it came, and she opened the email and read through the attachments with the same methodical attention she had brought to everything else she had built her understanding from.Lucas had sent four documents.The first was a brief summary of the two buyers who had withdrawn, names and dates and the intermediary detail he had mentioned, and she read it and transferred the names to the legal pad and drew the connections she could already see from what she knew and marked the ones she couldn't yet verify.The first buyer was a mid-sized motorsport investment group based in Chicago. They had expressed serious interest in Riverside Racing six weeks before Jayda's approach, had completed preliminary due diligence, and had withdrawn in

He didn't start where she expected him to.She had prepared herself for deflection, for the managed version, for the specific quality of partial honesty she had learned to recognize from him, the kind that gave enough to feel like transparency while keeping the significant thing just out of reach. She had sat across from him at this table in this restaurant she loved and she had asked the question she had been carrying for months and she had braced herself for the architecture of his answer rather than the answer itself.He said, "My mother worked for Lucas."She looked at him."Not recently," he said. "Years ago. When I was still a child and she was working three jobs to keep us housed and fed, one of those jobs was at Riverside Racing. Not the facility you know — the earlier version of it, smaller, before Lucas had built it into what it became." He looked at his hands on the table. "She worked in the office. Administration, filing, the kind of work that keeps a place running while t

Dear Reader, First things first, how are you doing? Are you okay? Because if you've made it this far, we've been through a lot together and I feel like I owe you a check-in. We've watched Jayda sign divorce papers on the worst night of her life. We've watched her build something extraordinary from the wreckage of it. We've watched her fall into the orbit of a man who is equal parts dangerous and devastating and we've all been sitting here holding our breath hoping she's going to be okay while also secretly hoping she lets herself be happy for whatever time she has. That's the thing about Jayda. She makes you want things for her. Good things. The kind she keeps telling herself she doesn't have time for. I want to take a moment to say thank you. Not just for reading but for staying. For every comment, every message, every time you came back for the next chapter when you had a hundred other things you could have been doing. You chose to spend your time in this story and that means eve