All Chapters of Ex-Husband Forgot Ever Divorcing Me: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

MONIQUE“Urgh, I swear, one more second with those guys and I was going to throw up!”Chelsea was still complaining as she walked into the room. I quickly closed the door behind her.I smiled. “I know. But I’m just happy you’re here, Chels.”It was true. In a way, I could finally breathe easier because of her.In fact, I’d been peeking through the door earlier, listening to their conversation downstairs.Although I was worried, I appreciated that she faced those men—even knowing she couldn’t stand them right now.Having someone like her standing by my side really lightened the heavy weight in my chest.“Here, eat this.” She set the tray with the apple pie down on the nightstand and turned back to look at me. “How are you feeling now? Are you really okay?”I sat on the edge of the bed beside her. “I’m feeling better now. And thank you for coming here even if it meant facing Denver again.”She rolled her eyes and dropped her bag onto the bed. “I’ve imagined so many times how our reunion

ELISE“Elise? Has Derrick found Maxwell yet?” Laurel asked worriedly over the phone after I texted her about what happened.It had been a few hours since Denver dragged Maxwell away.Derrick had told me to stay put, but I still searched every nearby place they could have gone.First was Denver’s house, then Trevor’s.Just as expected, neither of them was there—and neither was Maxwell.I’d been driving for kilometers, even though deep down I already knew exactly where they were.Of course. There was only one place they would go right now.Just please. Please don’t tell me Monique is with him.“Elise, answer me!” Laurel demanded through the speaker.My fingers gripped the steering wheel tightly. My eyes stayed on the road even as my mind raced while talking to her.“No. Derrick still has no update,” I answered. “I can’t just sit around, Laurel. I’m going to Maxwell’s mansion. They might be there. If I don’t move now, I’ll be too late.”“Late for what, Elise?” she asked, confused.I roll

MONIQUEI stared at Chelsea for a long time, my expression serious and completely devoid of emotion.“I told you not to mention that anymore.”She flinched. “I know, but—”She didn’t get to finish. Both of us heard the loud commotion erupting downstairs.Chelsea and I stood up from the bed at the same time. I opened the door and walked slowly toward the staircase railing to look down at what was happening.My eyes widened when I saw Elise smash an expensive Lalique vase from a nearby table onto the floor with full force, shattering the glass and crystals into pieces.My grip tightened on the railing until my knuckles turned white as I watched the red and pink roses I had carefully tended—my quiet token of gratitude for the life Maxwell had given me—scatter across the ground.“You really said it!” Elise shouted, pointing a finger at Maxwell. Her face was red with anger and humiliation. “You’re really painting me as the bad guy here, Maxwell! I’m not that petty to fake my pregnancy with

DENVERElise hadn’t left me alone for the past three days, not since what happened at Maxwell and Monique’s residence. I finally had to block her number just to make her stop.I understood why she was so persistent. I had sided with her and Maxwell’s relationship over Monique before—but only because of the reasons Max himself had given me, reasons I accepted without question at the time.Back then, I was the first person Max confided in about what had happened between him and Elise. He called it a drunken mistake, one he could barely remember. Or so he claimed.Even then, Maxwell was acting completely out of character. He had never told Monique the truth from the beginning. If he had, Monique—who was so deeply in love with him—might still have forgiven him.Instead, he told me how insecure Monique already felt because she still couldn’t give him a child.Later, he came to me drunk and claimed that Monique had actually cheated on him, and that he wanted to hurt her the same way. He

MONIQUEIt had been days since I started staying in the marital home Maxwell and I once shared. Still, even though I claimed ownership in front of Elise, that didn’t mean I planned to live here permanently. I only did it to assert my rights.Because of that, I expected the Lohrs to storm this place any day now.But days had already passed, and I still hadn’t heard a word from them.So I simply kept myself busy around the mansion, reminding everyone that they could just call me by my name and drop the title of Mrs. Lohr.They didn’t seem particularly happy about it.Early this morning, I decided to go out and apply for jobs.I couldn’t just sit around and do nothing while I was here with nothing.Two years after our wedding, I had been a full-time housewife for Maxwell.Now I was going back to work.I had looked up job openings online yesterday and listed all the names before spending the entire day answering assessment forms, doing interviews, and taking short breaks in between.The la