All Chapters of Obsessing Over My Ex-Wife: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Tiffany's POVI waited for Marcus outside the catering kitchen after his shift, sitting on the low wall where he first took his break. He came out in his black shirt with his apron folded over his arm. He smiled when he saw me, and that made it harder."You came to my work," he said. "Again.""I know. It's becoming a habit.""I don't mind." He sat down beside me. "But you look like you want to say something, and you've been twisting that ring for five minutes."I looked down. I was doing exactly that."I need to tell you something. I should have told you weeks ago." I took a breath. "If you leave after, I'll understand.""Tiffany.""Just let me say it all first."He nodded and waited. He was good at that."You remember when I told you my mother and my brother's girlfriend were doing something messy. I said they were trying to hurt someone's reputation.""I remember.""It's worse than that." My voice came out thin. "The someone is Jolene. Brian's ex-wife. She's the Beaumont heiress now

Brian's POVI didn't hide the envelope, because hiding it would have looked worse."What is that?" Sophia asked."Her pacifier." I kept my voice low so Zoe wouldn't wake up. "The rubber is cracked at the edge, so I wanted to buy her the same kind.""At midnight?""I couldn't sleep, so I came in to check on her and noticed it."She studied my face for a while, and I made sure it showed nothing. After the last few weeks, I was getting good at that."Matilda told me you called her phone today," she said. "And the clinic.""I did.""Why?""You said you were taking Zoe to the doctor, so I wanted to know how it went. They told me you had no appointment.""I changed my mind." She said it too fast, then slowed down. "She was fussy, so I drove around until she calmed down. I didn't think it was worth a phone call.""For almost an hour?""She fell asleep and I didn't want to wake her." She stepped into the room and shut the door softly. Her hands were shaking, and she pulled them into her sleev

Vincent’s POVDad and I were finishing a late dinner when Jolene called. She only said four words, “Jason had a seizure,” and then the line went dead.Dad stood up so fast that his chair fell over, and he didn’t stop to pick it up. He told the driver to bring the car around. I grabbed my jacket and tried to call her back twice on the way out, but it rang until it cut off both times.Neither of us spoke in the car. I watched him stare out the window with his hands pressed together in his lap, and I knew he was praying, even though he would never say so. Once, at a red light, he turned to me and asked if I had her last message. I said no. He nodded and looked back at the road, and I realized he had asked only because he needed to say something out loud.A nurse sent us up to the third floor, and I saw Jolene through the glass before I reached the door. She sat in a plastic chair next to the bed with her coat still on, one hand through the rail, holding Jason’s foot. She didn’t look like

Brian's POVWe took Zoe home that afternoon. Her fever had broken, and the doctor said she only needed rest and plenty of fluids. Sophia carried her into the house herself and wouldn't let Matilda take her, and I let her. I spent the whole ride home trying to keep my face as ordinary as a tired father's.I didn't ask her about the parking lot, and she didn't mention it. She talked about Zoe's medicine and kept her phone face down on every table she passed. We were two people being polite in a house that had stopped being quiet.Mason had said five or six days. By the second morning I had checked my phone so many times that I no longer noticed I was doing it.I tried to work. In the middle of one meeting, a board member asked me about the delivery schedule, and I realized I had no idea what we had been discussing for ten minutes. Emma answered for me, smoothly, and she didn't look at me afterward. I was grateful for that.Jimmy called at eight that night while I sat alone in my room. I

Tiffany's POVI sat in my car outside Beaumont Group for twenty minutes before I got out.I had rehearsed what to say to her in the mirror, in the shower, and twice in the garden when nobody was around. Every version sounded like my mother's card, and that was the problem. I didn't want to sound prepared. I wanted to sound like myself, even if myself was a mess.The receptionist knew my face from the news and looked a little scared of it. I asked for Miss Beaumont and said I had no appointment. She called upstairs. I stood by the lobby plants and waited to be told no.Instead, her assistant came down herself."She'll see you," she said. Her voice was neutral, but she looked at me carefully on the elevator, the way you look at a dog that has bitten someone before. "She has twenty minutes.""That's plenty.""Is it?"I didn't answer, because I wasn't sure.Jolene stood by the window when I came in. She wore a black suit, and her hair was packed back neatly. She looked like someone who ow