All Chapters of Ex-Husband, You Cheated. Now, Watch Me Love Your Uncle: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

~Atlas~The moment Eliza’s text came in, I clung to it.She had asked if I would like to accompany her to beat Daniel up.How could I turn down a request like that? It was exactly what I needed, given how foul my mood was at the moment.The rage building inside me had to get an outlet before I burst open and do something crazy. The realization that my company might be more deeply infiltrated than I thought was nearly enough to give me an aneurysm.So, here I was, standing outside the police station, holding Eliza’s cold hand. I looked down at her, noting her unsmiling side profile.She kept worrying her bottom lip between her teeth, her eyes flickering around like she couldn’t wait to get inside.But I wanted her to calm down a little before we entered, because if Daniel so much as made her shed a single tear, I might not be able to stop at just beating him up.She hadn’t told me what information exactly we were here to get out of Daniel. But I knew she was nervous, her right foot tapp

~Atlas~Even after settling Eliza in bed a few hours ago, I still couldn’t sleep.I closed my eyes and listened to her soft breaths as she curled up beside me. But after lying there for minutes, I opened my eyes and let out a frustrated sigh.Damn it! My body was still tense and unwilling to succumb to slumber. And it was all thanks to Daniel fucking Monroe!Hearing him reveal what he did to Eliza nearly made me kill me. And I would have if Eliza hadn’t stopped me.I glanced down at her face, slightly scrunched up even while dreaming. I reached out to smooth the frown away gently.She let out a quiet murmur before settling back with a small sigh.My throat bobbed on a hard swallow as I stared at her. I couldn’t believe that that darned bastard could do that to his own wife, while cheating with Eliza’s sister—the same one who hated her.How stupid could Daniel be?!I bit back a strangled snarl and drew away, my hands curling and uncurling with the need to pound his face into dust.This

~Eliza~I don’t know what woke me.Maybe it was my subconscious realizing that Atlas was no longer beside me. Or maybe it was something else.Regardless, I was wide awake at— I glanced at the bedside clock— two a.m. I groaned and dropped back in bed, covering my eyes with my arm.There was no other sound in the dark room, so he wasn’t in the bathroom. I swept a hand over Atlas’ spot, and it was cold, which meant he had been gone for a while.Where did he go? And why hadn’t he told me, or at least texted me? Or had he?Groggily, I pushed up to unlock and check my phone on the bedside table. Yeah, he definitely didn’t.Muttering under my breath, I swung my legs to the ground and got up. After a moment, I turned back and swiped up my phone.I walked to the door and stepped out into the hallway. My lips curved in a small smile when the lights automatically lit up.I remember briefly mentioning that it would be nice to have that happen instead of manually turning on the lights. And Atlas ha

~Unknown POV~Atlas West.I tasted the name on my tongue and grimaced heavily. Everything about him disgusted me, right from the first day we met.His smug cockiness, his ability to wrangle his way into everywhere and get every goddamned thing. I hated it all.And for years, I put up with it without making too much of a fuss. But now, I am done. It was time to wreck his life the way he did mine.He shouldn’t exist, shouldn’t have anything. And by the time I finished with him, he would have nothing left to cling to. He would have no one by his side.Only then will I stop.A smirk tugged at my lips as I watched him through the camera. I had him right where I wanted him.The stupid fool still hadn’t noticed the camera I had my men place in the house.He was sprawled on a couch in his living room, clutching a bottle of vodka like his life depended on it. His hair stood straight after running his hands through it multiple times. I wasn’t even sure he had had a shower in the last four days.

~Eliza~A whimper escaped my lips and my body jerked as the whip lashed someone’s skin.It has been days. Maybe weeks? Or was it months?I don’t know anymore. But it certainly felt like a long time since I was kidnapped. We had been moved three times after and I was no longer sure we were even still in the same country.The second time our location changed, we moved at night. I had been forced into a line, joined with other women. Our faces were blindfolded, and we had to walk in a single file, our hands placed on the shoulders of the person in front.I knew we spent a long time on a bus, heading to the next location. But we might still be in the country.I didn’t know. I did not know anything anymore. Everything just moved slowly as if I was in a daze.I was starting to suspect they were drugging the slop they dumped on us every night. It was some miserable-looking pile of soggy food, swimming in greasy sauce and mashed together into one unappetizing brown mess.It tasted and smelled