All Chapters of Divorced by Mistake: She Came Back Cold and Rich: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Early the next day, Emily hurried to the station. She already had her plans for the day map out and the faster she got to the bottom of the case, the easier she got back into business and her life but for now, she had a conspiracy to uncover.Carl didn't wait for another word. He walked past her, his shoulders heavy and his steps slow, a smile flickering across his lips, she couldn't interpret it, her eyebrows furrowed as he disappeared through the station's rear door into the back room of the cell. Emily kept looking for a while, she could see him from afar.She stood frozen in the fluorescent glare of the holding area, sighing as she turned to the officer.Detective Marquez watched her carefully. "Are you sure about this?"Another heavy sigh escaped her throat, the faint voice in her head echoed a no. She wasn't. She even wasn't sure about anything anymore."I'm sure," she said, straightening up for perceived confidence.Marquez nodded slowly, made a note, and walked away. Emily st

The conference room was already full when Emily arrived. She nodded as she exhaled deeply, indeed everyone had gotten the news. Now it was time to get to business. Today's business was not the usual morning noise, or the casual updates and endless routine reports. Today was heavier and as she stood on the podium, she tried to imagine the looks on their faces when she broke it out to them. Files were stacked neatly in front of each department head. The projector hummed quietly, displaying the South East shipment route map frozen on the screen like a crime scene pinned under glass. Like something they were expected to scrutinize but they weren't examining it, they were quiet, watching, whispering and chatting inaudibly, until Emily walked in Emily didn’t sit immediately. “Begin,” she said and the hall went silent. There was neither greetings nor softness unlike the previous meetings The logistics head, Mr. Adeyemi, cleared his throat and stood up gently. “The South East

“I know.” He set the satchel down on the nearest table. “My wife kept me waiting. I had to make dinner before I could leave.”Wife Emily's brain recalibrated and by that he meant Emila, her twin sister. Emily almost laughed as she pressed her lips against the rim of the cup. She was the perfect, patient, home-making version of her. The one who’d married Carl after the divorce. The one who’d turned him into a puppet, cooking, cleaning, fetching like a trained dog. Yes, she heard all the news.She bit the inside of her cheek to keep from smiling.“Charming,” she said dryly. “You’ve become very domestic.”Carl didn’t rise to the bait. Instead, he walked toward her desk, then paused.“Outside,” he said, nodding toward the window. “I noticed your assistant’s car in the lot.”Emily frowned. “What?”“Black sedan. Parking near the east entrance.”She walked to the window and looked down. Sure enough, a dark car sat under the flickering lot light. It looked like her assistant’s. But something

Emily had almost lost all hope, she bit into her nails for the first time in a decade. Regretting almost instantly, she'd let him off with a confidential document in the name uncovering some ruthless criminals after her.She'd almost lost her senses, he could never return, it was too late to.The elevator door clinked again, at 1:47 AM.Emily looked up from her screen, half-scared, half-startled. She'd expected Carl to be gone until morning, if he came back at all.But there he was. Slightly disheveled. Holding a thin file folder. “Doesn't your wife need you? Mr Carl” she asked gently, a perfect time to prick at his conscience a little.“She's asleep” he said, eyes sharper than she'd ever seen them."You came back," she said. It came out softer than intended and she cleared her throat unnecessarily.Carl set the folder on the desk. "I said I would."Emily studied him for a moment. Something flickered in her chest, something dangerous and unwanted. She'd never seen him put this much e

“Fuck, these tits are perfect,” he groaned, burying his face between them. He sucked one swollen nipple into his hot mouth, tongue flicking rapidly over the stiff peak before biting down gently, then harder on the areola area, until the hardened nub was flattened between his teeth. Emily moaned loudly, back arching as he nursed on her tit like he was starving, nibbling at the rims, grazing the tips with the edge of his teeth, sucking, pulling the nipple deep, swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud while his other hand pinched and twisted the opposite nipple, rolling it between his fingers until it throbbed and fattened up even more. He switched sides, devouring her other tit with wet, obscene slurping sounds, leaving her nipples shiny and moistened with spit, aching and heavily swollen. He kissed down her stomach, tongue dipping into her navel, swirling teasingly before he pushed her onto the bed on her back. Nicole spread her thighs wide, staring down at her dripping pussy w