All Chapters of Dear Ex-Husband, It's too late: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Autumn had barely entered the hall when Ethan caught up to her.“Are you not done with telling me who I should or should not talk to?” she muttered.Ethan’s expression tightened, but he didn’t argue. “Come with me. Some of my business partners want to meet my wife,” then, after a moment of hesitation, he added. “Try to behave”“I’m not someone who knows how to behave. Why don’t you show Naomi to them? She is better at things like this.” She smiled nonchalantly and turned to leave.Ethan felt frustration prick the back of his head. He stopped her. “They want my wife, not…”“Your mistress?” Autumn completed before he could finish, with an innocent smile.“You know that’s not what I meant”Autumn shrugged. “How would I know? Our five-year marriage was nothing but a farce. We don’t even sleep in the same room”Ethan turned rigid. He was getting impatient with her attitude. Why did she have to be so difficult?“Not here,” he warned in a low voice.“Of course,” Autumn continued to smile.Aut

By the time the gala was over, Naomi didn’t dare make a move to ride with Ethan.“Did something happen at the gala? Your mood has been sour since we got into the car,” Lydia asked with a frown. She had been busy catching up with her friends, so she didn’t have time to be with Naomi.Naomi smiled inwardly. She clasped her hands together and trembled softly. “I think I might have truly pissed Mrs Grant off this time,” she answered shakily. “She and Ethan argued because of me, and I feel terrible”At the mention of Autumn, Alisa's and Lydia’s faces turned into ugly frowns. “That woman,” Alisa sneered. “What has she done again? I told Ethan not to take her to this event, but he insisted because Mr Asher was particular about family”“He should have taken Naomi instead and introduced her as his wife,” Lydia snapped angrily, and just then, an ugly thought formed in her head, and she turned to her mother with a malicious glint in her eyes. “Why is Ethan still married to that woman? The old man

Zara stayed with Autumn for the rest of the day. Her mother, Zainab Mensah, had sent over some soups and food for Autumn after Zara had told her about the sickness. She had also called Autumn and asked if she wanted to come over to the Mensahs' house to recover, but Autumn had declined.“Thank you, Zara,” Autumn said, handing Zara the bowl she had just finished eating from.Zara glared at her. “Thank-yous aren’t supposed to exist between us,” she said, adjusting Autumn’s pillows so she could be more comfortable.Zara was relieved. Autumn looked better after eating. She was still worried, but Autumn was stubborn and insisted that she did not call Kani.A knock came at the door, and a maid came inside. “Miss Mensah, two women are at the door. They said they are here for you and Mrs Grant."Zara lit up. “They are here. Come on." Zara helped Autumn out of bed and to the living room where the two women were waiting.One of the women looked in her late twenties, while the other looked in her

The sound of movement in her room woke Autumn up. For a split second, she waited for someone to come into her room and tell her that Alisa had summoned her for the pending confrontation that had yet to happen.After Zara left last night, Autumn expected Alisa and Lydia to barge into her room to confront her about what happened with Zara, but it didn’t happen. She tried to push the matter to the back of her mind, but it plagued her even when asleep.Autumn wasn’t scared of the confrontation. She just wanted to avoid it.Another movement in the room made her open her eyes fully, and for a minute, she wondered who the person opening her curtains was. “Who…” She started to ask, but the words died in her mouth when the woman turned, and she realized it was Sofia.She had also forgotten about the new staff for a brief second.“Good morning, Mrs Grant,” Sofia greeted her before continuing with her task. “How do you feel? Would you like me to call a doctor?” she asked."No." Autumn shook her

“Mrs Grant?” Autumn groaned, trying to turn to her side. She felt hot and uncomfortable. Sweat stuck her clothes to her skin, and her eyes felt too heavy to open. “Sofia, please let me sleep. I’m tired,” she pleaded in a groggy voice, and the alarm in Sofia’s expression heightened. “I’m sorry, but I can’t do that. You need to go to a hospital right now.” Sofia helped her up to a sitting position even though she was still sleeping. “You have a very high fever” Autumn couldn’t tell if her body was hot, but she knew she didn’t feel good. Nausea hit her harder than she had ever felt, and a bucket was held to her face as she threw up her last night’s dinner. Sofia rubbed her back gently. “Let it all out,” she urged. “Should I make her soup?” Irene asked with a worried frown from where she stood by the door. Sofia handed her the bucket when Autumn was done and shook her head. “No need. I already arranged for a driver to take us to the hospital. This can’t wait” Irene discarded the v