All Chapters of He Divorced Me, Now He's Begging for My Love: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Aidan walked out of LUXE and kept walking to his car. Jane fell into step beside him."Aidan—""Don't.""Baby, I just want to explain —""Jane." He stopped walking. Turned to look at her. His voice was low and tight in the way of someone who had a great deal to say and was choosing very carefully what to release and what to keep. "You have ruined everything. You went into a sick child's hospital room. That wasn't enough, you stood in that conference room and you opened your mouth and said —" He stopped. Pressed his jaw together. "You called her helpless. You said she left broke and helpless.""It was a joke—""It was not a joke." His voice dropped even lower. "Evelyn tore up a contract worth more than most people will see in ten lifetimes because of what you walked in and di

 Aidan was still in bed at 7am which was unusual enough that Priya knocked on the door at seven thirty to check he was alive.“I'm awake,” he said, plainly A pause. “I have again moved the London meetings to next week.”“I didn't ask you to do that.” “No. But it didn't seem like you wanted to attend the meeting anymore, so I had to postpone” Another pause. “And your mother called.”He opened his eyes. “Any issues?”“She said, and I'm quoting directly: tell him to stop moping and do something useful.”Aidan sat up.“She said moping?”“Her word. Not mine.” A beat. “I'll have coff

 Aidan started at five in the morning. It was a Saturday, he had nothing to do and had all the time.He made coffee, sat at the desk and opened his laptop. He typed into the search bar: LUXE production rumour— source.He had been doing this since yesterday. Pulling threads. Reading between lines. Looking at the specific details in the original article. Someone had fed that story. Someone with access to information about LUXE's operations. Not deep access; they had gotten the facts wrong enough that Evelyn had dismantled them in under an hour. But enough access to make the story look credible from the outside.He read the article again. He sat back.He thought about who in Milan had both the motive and the reach to plant something like this.He thought of her, an evil chuckle left his li

  The flight from London to Milan was two hours.He sat in economy because the booking had been made in a hurry and because the woman who paid for it had not been thinking about his comfort. She had been thinking about speed. He didn't mind. He thought about the call. Four words. It's time, Marcus.Then he had packed a bag.Some doors, once opened, were very difficult to close. He had opened this particular door six years ago and it had never fully shut since. He had told himself it was finished. He had told himself it was done and that the money he had taken and the thing he had done with it was history.But Jane had called him again, and here he was. ******** Jane opened the hotel room door herself.She had sent the staf

Leon was in bed, crying because he had chest pains.Evelyn woke up immediately as she heard him call her name loudly. Her heart was already beating too fast by the time she reached his room."Leon?" She was beside him immediately. Her hand on his back. "Baby. Talk to me."Leon was curled under the blanket, one hand pressed weakly against his chest."Baby?"His eyes opened slowly."Mummy," he whispered. "It hurts," he said into the pillow."Where?""Here." He moved his hand vaguely to his chest.Evelyn sat on the edge of the bed so fast the mattress dipped beneath her.But her face stayed calm."Okay," she said softly. "Okay, sweetheart. Can you breathe for me?"He nodded a little.She watched carefully as he inhaled, very shallow, not terrible.She pushed his hair back gently. "How long has it been disturbing you?""I don't know." His voice sounded tired. "I just woke up and ….""It's okay." She kept her voice steady. "You're okay." She kissed his forehead.She reached for the medicat