All Chapters of I Came Back To Make my Ex-Husband Pay: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Seraphina showed up at Talia’s apartment with a bottle of wine, a bag of takeout from the place Talia never shut up about, and zero advance warning. Talia had invited her over before, but she never had time to actually come over.Also, coupled with the fact that she felt bad for having left Talia to sort out the messy war that she was waging against Devereaux twice. It was not a show of good faith, neither was it the markings of great friendship. She hoped the wine and food was a show of good faith to Talia.Talia opened the door in sweatpants and a face mask, blinking at her like she’d conjured a hallucination. “Sera? Who are you and what have you done with my emotionally unavailable friend?”“I’m making it up to you,” she said.“For which betrayal? You’ve committed several.”“Both, I think. The bar. And also our shopping spree, which I realize now makes me a terrible friend.” Seraphina held up the bag. “I got what you ordered last time you complained about wanting it and being too l

Grant Ferris called Renata Cole on a Thursday afternoon, and Renata knew it was not in any way good news. The man had been ignoring all attempts at communication with Devereaux Holdings before this, so this out-of-the-blue call was not going to bode well for them.“I wanted you to hear this from me directly,” Grant said, “before it hits your legal team’s inbox.”Renata already knew. She’d known for a while but could not tell her boss her speculations without a formal rejection. “You’re moving the account.”“We’re realigning our logistics partnerships. It’s not personal.”“It’s always personal when it costs someone their quarter, Mr. Ferris.”He didn’t argue that, which told her everything the rest of the call didn’t need to. “The terms we were offered were considerably better than what we currently have. I have a board to answer to. I imagine you understand that better than most.”“I do.” Renata kept her voice level even though she already felt helpless. “Can I ask who made the offer?

The rain was still coming down when Cassian reached his car, soaking through his far too expensive coat and dripping into his eyes.He didn’t bother drying his face. He sat in the driver’s seat, staring through his fogged up windshield at the empty street outside the Aldine, his heart hammering without restraint against his ribs. An effect that Seraphina Voss had left on him ever since she left him soaking wet in the rain.His skin where her fingers had touched his shoulder felt empty and devoid of her touch.What was he even thinking? What would have happened if she’d let him? What was he doing in his car reminiscing about her hand patting his shoulder like a boy with a crush?He reached for his phone, his fingers pulling up his contact list. He wanted to call his private investigator. He wanted to demand every scrap of paper, every tax filing, every hospital record associated with the name Seraphina Voss. He wanted to find something that would deter him from acting against the desir

Kate Voss called her on a Wednesday morning, and Seraphina answered on the first ring instead of letting it go to voicemail the way she usually did during office hours.“You’re free Saturday,” Kate said, in lieu of greeting.“Am I? I could have plans, you know.”Seraphina didn’t have any other Saturday plans than watching a new cooking show that just aired. She couldn’t cook, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t enjoy watching people cook.She also wasn’t about to admit to her mother that her Saturday plans might be considered lame to anyone else but her.“You are now.” Seraphina was glad Kate didn’t call her out on her obvious lack of plans. “The Windhams are hosting an annual fundraising dinner. I already told Margaret Windham you’d be there.”Seraphina set her pen down. “I don’t remember agreeing to those plans, Mum.”“I know you, Seraphina. If I asked first, you’d have found a board meeting or an investor meeting or something of the sort to invent.” Kate’s voice was firm, and Seraphi

On Saturday morning, Talia had dragged her to so many boutiques Seraphina had lost count, made a scene about the earrings she wanted not having a matching purse to go with them, and finally settled on what looked suspiciously like the blue dress she had brought to her office, save that this one had a corset, after what she called, with total sincerity, “an emotionally exhausting deliberation process.”“You look like exactly what your mother ordered,” Talia said, stepping back to admire her work in the mirror. “Elegant, a little dangerous around the eyes, entirely too good for whoever this Jeffery person turns out to be.”“Justin. I mean Julian. You’ve gotten to my head the way you keep saying his name wrong. Also, it seems like you’ve decided you hate him already.”“I’ve decided I’m prepared to hate him on your behalf, which is different and considerably more generous of me.” Talia adjusted one earring a final fraction of an inch and looked at her nails, chiding, “Girl, when was the l