All Chapters of After the Divorce, My Psycho Alpha Ex-Husband went feral: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Jaxen POVI pushed through the front door of Mom’s house, the familiar click of the lock echoing behind me.The weight of the last few days at the company still sat heavy on my shoulders: endless meetings, numbers that wouldn’t add up, and decisions that could make or break deals.I’d come here chasing a little quiet, a place where the noise in my head might dial down for five damn minutes.Then Mom’s voice drifted from the living room, phone pressed to her ear.“… What kind of guy did you find for Scarlett?”My boots stopped dead on the hardwood. The car keys in my fist creaked as my fingers clamped down, metal biting into my palm.A flash of that apartment building hit me again—pulling up, catching the faint trace of another man’s scent near her door. My wolf surged forward, chest rumbling with a growl I barely swallowed.The jealousy I thought I’d buried came roaring back, hot and ugly, tightening around my throat like a vise.Mom kept talking, but the words blurred.Something abou

Scarlett POVGary Hirsch was seriously creeping the hell out of me.I decided not to text him back, so I put my phone on 'Do Not Disturb' and threw it aside. Work had to come first. Tomorrow is the weekend, which means I need to grind through every damn thing on my plate tonight. I ended up crashing home close to two a.m., face-planted into bed, and slept like the dead until noon.My phone buzzed on the nightstand; the doorman.“Miss Ravencroft, got a bunch of packages down here for you. Might wanna bring a friend to help haul ’em up.”I blinked at the ceiling, still half-groggy.What the actual fuck?I dragged Delaney down with me. When we reached the lobby, it wasn’t “a bunch.” It was a damn mountain of boxes stacked along the wall, luxury logos screaming from every side. Chanel, Gucci, Louboutin, you name it.Delaney’s eyebrows shot up. She scanned a couple of labels and turned to me, arms crossed.“G

Scarlett POVMy phone lit up again while I was wiping off the last of my makeup.Jimmy Whitetree’s second message popped up, all polite and shit:“Ravencroft, my parents and Regina talked this afternoon. They set us up for dinner tomorrow at Michel’s, 7 p.m. You free?”I stared at the screen for a solid two seconds.The cotton pad nearly slipped from my fingers.I only added the person because it was the easy way out in that awkward group setting.Now he was treating it like an actual date?And he sounded into it?What the hell had Regina cooked up behind my back this time?I flipped the phone face down on the counter.Let him wait.I finished, grabbed my stuff, and headed out.The elevator doors were already open when I got there, except Gary Hirsch was already inside.He saw me coming but didn’t budge.Just stood there, watching me with that same intense stare

Scarlett POV“Hold up, I’m with property management, don’t run!”“What’s going on? Why are you chasing her? A young guy’s voice cut off as another, deeper one joined in.That voice?Fuck! I whipped my head toward the sound, and there he was, Jaxen.Sharp, chiseled features, that cold, perfect face that still haunted my nightmares.My wolf surged under my skin, hackles rising, a low growl vibrating in my chest that I barely swallowed down.Shit.Is the universe out to screw me today?I tore my eyes away, pretended I wasn’t in the middle of a damn sprint, and bolted straight for my apartment without looking back.“Hey! Miss Ravencroft!” the property guy yelled after me.I slammed the door so hard the frame rattled, then hurled my bag onto the floor. My pulse hammered against my ribs, wild and frantic.The entire apartment felt

Scarlett POVWe ditched that disaster of a restaurant and found a new spot a couple of blocks away.The second I sank into the booth, the sticky, berry-sweet mess from Liliana’s little stunt felt less like a full-body humiliation and more like a poor memory.I flipped open the menu, mouth already watering at the smell of seared steak and garlic butter drifting from the kitchen, when my phone started buzzing on the table.Gary Hirsch flashed across the screen.My finger hovered over the answer button.Pick up? Or let it ring?The ringing kept going. Delaney shoved a piece of warm bread into her mouth and raised an eyebrow.“Are you going to ignore that forever? Just decline it.”Easy for her to say. My brain was spinning in circles; he stopped Liliana from slapping the shit out of me.Do I owe him a thank you?If I answer, what the hell do I even say?Not answering f