All Chapters of My Ex Husband Wants Me Back : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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CRACKS.

Vanessa didn't respond to Adrian in the car and silence grew between them and she noticed the difference immediately because Adrian was no longer listening to her. He acted like it but wasn't. The next morning, sunlight spilled in the house as it bounced against the marble floors and glass walls. It would have been a perfect day but Adrian barely seemed care about any of it. He sat at the head of the table in a fitted shirt, one hand held his coffee while he used the other to scroll through his phone and he didn't notice that his coffee had gone cold. Vanessa watched him carefully from across the table, irritation slowly growing in her skin. Usually after arguments or stressful nights, Adrian would become quiet and hard to read or he'd bury himself in work and ignore everything else around him until the feeling passed but this wasn’t that. This…for some reason looked worse, like he was distracting himself and Vanessa hated every bit of it. “Adrian.” she called out to no response. H

EMPTY HOUSE.

Adrian couldn't dwell on it because of work so he left and got back home a little past midnight. The penthouse was silent except for the faint hum of the city beyond the glass walls. Lights from skyscrapers poured into the dark space in streaks of silver and gold, stretching across the marble floors and luxury furniture that suddenly looked too still. Usually, Seraphina would be awake. Sometimes she’d pretend she wasn’t waiting for him by falling asleep dramatically on the couch downstairs with the television still running softly in the background. Other times, she’d be standing barefoot in the kitchen wearing one of those elegant dresses she loved so much while complaining about how late he was. “Mr. CEO,” she’d tease with that smile he could never ignore. “Should I schedule an appointment just to see my husband now?” and the memory seemed to hit him harder than expected. Adrian loosened his tie slowly as he stepped fully inside the penthouse, exhaustion weighing heavily against h

Chapter 13 — Spiral

“I know there’s someone here…” Seraphina whispered weakly and Stephanie looked at her like she regretted every life decision that had brought her to this point.The room stayed painfully bright from all the lights they had left on through the entire night. Neither of them had bothered turning anything off after the photo incident and now the bedroom looked weird under the artificial glow. Stephanie sat beside her against the headboard with messy hair and sleepy eyes before pulling her sister into another tight hug.“Sera darling…” she muttered tiredly. “We actually need sleep before both of us start hallucinating...” but the moment Stephanie finished speaking, silence filled the room and Seraphina slowly looked down only to realize her sister had genuinely fallen asleep sitting upright against her shoulder and despite everything happening, a small laugh escaped her.“Unbelievable.” But Seraphina still couldn’t sleep, not even close. Every sound made her flinch now. The wind brushing a

HIS HOODIE

Seraphina stared at her phone but ignored the message for almost an hour because she just didn't want to look at it. She didn't want to see another photograph or another reminder that some stranger knew more about her life than they ever should or even she did. For a while, she simply sat on the floor surrounded by old photographs and years of memories she wished she could just throw away. Her eyes were swollen from crying and her head throbbed painfully from everything combined…even her chest hurt but then, her damn phone buzzed again. She stared at it from across, anger clinging onto her skin but she still refused to move even an inch because whatever was waiting inside that damn message couldn't possibly make her day better. If anything, it would probably make everything worse. Ten minutes passed, then twenty…then thirty and eventually, curiosity won. It always did and with a frustrated groan, Seraphina wiped her face aggressively and reached for the phone and the moment she

Chapter 15: Watching.

By the time morning arrived, Stephanie had officially had enough. Her eyes were still swollen and her head still hurts, but she made up her mind that she was done. "No. Absolutely not." She pointed dramatically at Seraphina from across the breakfast island she had made while holding a mug of coffee. "We're done pretending this is normal." And Seraphina blinked slowly, confused. "I wasn't pretending." "You slept with a baseball bat." "That was one time." "It was last night." Seraphina looked away and Stephanie slammed her coffee mug down before she continued. "Someone has photographs of you sleeping, Seraphina…sleeping. Inside your own house. This is no longer creepy, we've crossed into criminal." And unfortunately, she wasn't wrong. The image from the previous night remained burned into Seraphina's mind. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw it again. The angle, the couch…her silk robe. The fact that someone had been close enough to take it…close enough to watch her, clos

TURN AROUND.

Seraphina stared at the note for so long that the words stopped looking real to her. She still waited for Stephanie but she was taking a long time. ‘Turn around.” Her fingers trembled violently around the paper as she read it again and again, hoping somehow the sentence would change itself if she looked hard enough but it didn't. Her heartbeat pounded against her ribs so loudly she could barely hear anything else and just like that, the room felt smaller while the darkness felt heavier. ‘Turn around.’ The stalker had been watching her. Not yesterday, not through a camera…not from outside the property but Inside…inside her bedroom. The realization settled into her stomach like weight she couldn't carry. "No..." she whispered weakly and it barely sounded like her. The flower lay forgotten on the floor beside her bed while her eyes remained locked on those words. She didn't want to turn around. Every horror movie she had ever watched suddenly felt very educational because whatever

CHAPTER 17: DELIVERY.

By morning, Seraphina looked terrible. She stood in front of the bathroom mirror and barely recognized herself. Her eyes were swollen and slightly red, dark circles sat beneath them and her hair looked like she had fought a hurricane and lost. She looked tired…not sleepy tired but exhausted in a way that settled deep inside the bones. She splashed cold water onto her face again. It didn't help…at this point, nothing helped. The words on the mirror kept replaying inside her head. ‘You looked behind you.’ Who the hell writes something like that? Who enters someone's bedroom twice and leaves without making a sound? Her hands gripped the edge of the sink…no. She couldn't stay in this house anymore…not today at least, maybe not ever. A knock sounded on the bathroom door. "Sera?" Stephanie's voice came through softly. "You alive in there?" Seraphina exhaled shakily. "Barely." The door opened slowly and Stephanie poked her head inside. She had changed into office clothes and was h

CHAPTER 18: THE ONE WHO WATCHES

The house didn't just hold words anymore. It held him and it irritated Seraphina how much control this person had over her mood.“Oh fuck no.” She whispered, Stephanie turned…confused.“Sera?” But she was staring blankly at the picture.“Fuck. No.”Seraphina stared at the pictures spread across the book, stared at the picture that fell to the ground and remembered the “YOU LOOKED BEHIND YOU” written a night before like she was some sick joke.And felt something crack inside her chest…not even break but crack. Like a fault line splitting through stone, slow and deep, releasing something she'd been holding back for days.Fear curdled into something hotter and sharper.Rage."Give me the bat," she said, still not looking at Stephanie. Stephanie, still frozen in the doorway with her phone halfway to her ear, blinked. "What?""The bat. Remember the one you brought to kill Adrian with? Give it to me."Stephanie didn't argue. She grabbed the aluminum baseball bat from where she'd dropped it

CHAPTER 19: HIS LITTLE VISIT.

The tension in the room was suffocating. Adrian walked through the house like a man visiting a crime scene, his face growing darker with every broken camera Stephanie showed him.And when he saw the third one…the bathroom camera, he went completely still, his face completely red."I'm going to kill him," Adrian whispered quietly. Stephanie raised an eyebrow. "Oh welcome!” She said sarcastically, “Join the club.""I'm serious." His hands clenched at his sides. "When I find this man, I'm going to end him."Seraphina watched him from across the room. There was something different in his eyes now…something angry and possessive. It reminded her of the old Adrian, the one who'd glare at any man who looked at her too long… the one who'd carry her to bed just to hold her a little tighter.But she couldn't let herself fall into that again."You should check your penthouse," she said, her voice distant and careful. "If he got into my house, he could have gotten into yours too." Adrian nodded sl

YEARS AGO.

Stephanie's face went pale immediately. She stared at the screen for so long that Seraphina almost snatched the phone out of her hands."Sera?""What? What does it say?"Stephanie turned the phone slowly, her expression shifting from confusion to something else."It's a message…from Adrian." Seraphina froze. "That's his number?""No." Stephanie shook her head, her voice dropping. "That's what's scary…it's the unknown number but the message says it's from him."She handed the phone over like it might bite her or shock.Seraphina's hands trembled as she took it and the screen glowed in the dim light. There, beneath the photo of Adrian walking away, was a second message and this one had no image, just words."He's leaving you again. But I won't. I never did."And then, beneath it was,"Check the inside of your closet. Top shelf, left corner."Seraphina's breathing stopped."No," she whispered, the words were barely audible. "No. No. No." Stephanie grabbed her arm. "What? What does it

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