All Chapters of Obsessing Over My Ex-Wife: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Brian's POVI was in my mother’s kitchen pouring coffee when the doorbell rang, and before I could even set my cup down, Tiffany was already moving past me at a near run, smoothing her hair with one hand on her way to the door.I raised an eyebrow. Tiffany didn't rush for anything, least of all a delivery."Expecting someone?" I asked."Food. For Mom's garden committee thing." She didn't quite look at me, already pulling the door open.A young man stood on the porch behind a stack of catering trays, black polo, easy smile the second he saw her."Hey," he said."You're early," Tiffany said, flustered in a way I rarely saw from her."Traffic was light." He glanced past her into the hallway, where I was still standing with my coffee. "Didn't mean to interrupt anything.""You're not. This is my brother, Brian." Tiffany stepped back to let him carry the trays in. "Brian, this is Marcus. A friend.""Brian Whitmore. Nice to meet you," Marcus said, setting the trays down carefully on the coun

Jolene's POVI got home later than expected, my mind still tangled with everything from the interview, Brian's words sitting somewhere in my chest I hadn't managed to shake off the entire drive back.Vincent was in the kitchen when I walked in, raiding the fridge like he hadn't eaten in days, even though I knew for a fact he had had lunch with me less than six hours ago."There she is," he said, not looking up from whatever container he was inspecting. "How did the big TV moment go?""Fine." I dropped my bag on the counter. "How was the dinner with Lily?"That got his attention. He straightened up, container forgotten, a grin already tugging at his lip."Good. Really good, actually.""That's all I get? Good?""What do you want, a play by play?""I want to know if I need to have a serious conversation with you." I crossed my arms, watching him carefully. "This better not be one of your usual things.""My usual things.""You know exactly what I mean." I gave him a pointed look. "The cha

Jolene's POVI noticed it first during a board meeting, something small I almost dismissed. Brian let one of my counterpoints stand without pushing back, something he would have argued three months ago just to prove he could.Then I kept noticing more.He hadn't stopped being present. If anything, he showed up more than before, called more, found more reasons to be in the same room with me. But something about how he carried himself had changed. He wasn't trying to impress me the way he used to, the practiced charm, the careful timing of a compliment meant to land exactly right. He just did his work, said what he actually thought, and let me decide what to do with it, almost like he wasn't thinking about me at all while he did it.At our last joint meeting, he had noticed before I did that one of our newer investors seemed uncomfortable with a clause in the contract. The old Brian would have pushed past it to close the deal faster. This one stopped the whole discussion to make sure th

Tiffany's POVIt had been a few weeks since that first conversation outside the catering hall, and somehow Marcus had become a fixture in my life without me fully noticing how it happened.He texted first most mornings, nothing dramatic, just a quick line about his day or a joke about whatever event he was working that afternoon. We had met twice more since then, once for coffee that turned into two hours of talking about nothing important, and once at his cousin's birthday dinner, where he had introduced me simply as Tiffany, no last name attached, like it genuinely didn't matter to him one way or another.I liked that more than I wanted to admit.I hadn't told my mother any of it yet. Partly because I wasn't sure what there was to tell, whether this counted as dating or just something easier and lighter than anything I had let myself have in years. Partly because I already knew exactly how she'd react, and I wasn't ready to hand her the chance to ruin something before it had even pr

Jolene's POVI didn't breathe properly until the car turned onto the main road.Grace sat beside me with Jason against her shoulder. She kept looking at my face and then looking away, like she was afraid to ask."Miss Beaumont," she said at last. "Did you know that car?""Yes."I didn't say more. I didn't need to. A red Ferrari Purosangue doesn't hide well in a parking structure, even with the lights off. I knew it. I had picked the exact model and that exact red myself, the day I told Vincent to replace the one I wrecked."It was dark," I said. "Maybe he didn't see anything.""Maybe.""Maybe," I agreed.Jason stirred and made a small, unhappy sound. I held him against me, and he settled almost at once. I kept my hand on the back of his head the whole way home.It had started with a message from Grace in the middle of the meeting. Jason wouldn't stop crying, and she couldn't calm him. She had brought him to the building through the private elevator because she was afraid to wait at ho