All Chapters of Ex-Husband Forgot Ever Divorcing Me: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

MONIQUE“Maxwell—let go!”My voice came out strained as I shoved harder against his chest. His arms only tightened, locking me in place like he was afraid I would vanish the second he loosened his grip.His natural, familiar scent wrapped around me, and for one dangerous second my body remembered how it used to feel safe inside these arms. How it used to melt against him without thinking. How it used to trust him completely.I hated that memory.“Maxwell, stop,” I said again, sharper this time. I dug my nails into the fabric of his jacket until I felt the resistance of muscle underneath. “You’re hurting me.”That finally got through.He froze, then slowly pulled back just enough to look at me. His eyes were still wet, searching my face with an intensity that made my stomach twist. One of his hands stayed on my waist, as if he needed the contact to prove I was real. His thumb brushed lightly against my side, almost without permission.“You’re here,” he whispered. His voice was rough, al

MAXWELLHer words hit harder than the slap.'You stopped loving me for them.'I stayed on my knees, forehead pressed against the soft fabric of her shirt, feeling the slight curve of her stomach beneath it. Our child was in there. Mine. The one I couldn’t remember making, the one she had carried alone while I apparently chose someone else.The thought made me want to tear the entire house apart.“Monique—” My voice cracked, low and rough. I tightened my arms around her waist, refusing to let go even as she pushed against my shoulders. “You’re wrong. You have to be wrong. I never stopped loving you. Denver said I kept delaying our divorce for years. He said I carefully hid my relationship with Elise from you because deep down he knew how I couldn’t afford losing you.”On the ride to this house I don’t remember living in with Monique—almost the same house she had always pictured—Denver never stopped talking about the past. He told me everything he knew because I demanded it.I trust him

ELISEThe security guard was still hovering at the end of the corridor like a poorly trained dog when I finally stepped away from the nurses’ station. My palms stung. My throat felt raw. I couldn’t stop shaking.I dug through my bag until I found my phone and almost dropped it twice before I managed to call the one person who could fix this.Derrick.It rang. And rang. My free hand kept opening and closing like I didn’t know what to do with it.“Elise?” His voice came through, already a little impatient.“Daddy—” The word slipped out before I could stop it. I never called him that in public, but right now I didn’t care. “He left. Maxwell's bed was empty. He left. The hospital let them. I told them not to. You told them not to. You said they had to keep eyes on him and they still—”“What?” The calm was gone instantly. “What the hell do you mean he left?”“Against medical advice. Forty minutes ago. The bed is empty. The IV is still on the floor. I came back and he was just—gone.” My voi

MONIQUEWhen I lay down on the bed in the guest room, I stared up at the ceiling for a long time.Then, one by one, hot tears slipped from my eyes—quiet, without making a sound.I touched my flat belly and took a deep breath.“It’s okay, baby. Mommy’s going to be okay. We’re okay.”I just need to finish my unfinished business here. I have to.I took another deep breath and pulled my phone out of my pants pocket to call Chelsea.When no one answered and the line was unavailable, I hung up and simply sent her a message asking her to call me back when she wasn’t busy anymore.I closed my eyes and tried to rest.Truthfully, I still don’t know exactly what conditions I want. But the important thing is that I can still add to them and draw boundaries with Maxwell and the entire Lohr family.Because that’s what I need most right now.I could hear the noises from the floor below—mostly Cecil giving instructions to the maids, and the occasional voices of Maxwell, Trevor, and Denver.After a wh

CHELSEA“I wasn’t asking you for forgiveness,” Maxwell retorted, a hint of bitterness in his voice.I scoffed, clearly offended. “Well, you should be. It won’t do you any good to pick a fight with me while you’re chasing after my best friend.”“What’s the point? You’ve been against me for her since college.”Of course. Of course he’d remember that now. From the very beginning, I’d almost destroyed his reputation with Monique—only to find out it was Monique who had been head over heels for him, practically chasing him around.The only reason I’d never been on board with this guy was because I could already smell the stench on him and his family. Plus, he was a bully. A jerk who used Monique first, taking advantage of her innocence and feelings for him.Although the wind eventually changed for the better and they developed a real love, still… look at what happened now.If only Monique had listened to me and chosen Trevor instead—no. These friends of hers might’ve turned out the same eit