All Chapters of I Came Back To Make my Ex-Husband Pay: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

“You need to see this before your mother does.” Zara set an iPad face up on Seraphina’s desk first thing the next morning. Her voice sounded urgent, and she looked a tad bit frazzled.Seraphina hadn’t slept. She’d spent most of the night lying flat on top of her covers, not bothering to change out of her underwear, replaying the loss she had endured. The only thing she had done was take off her already destroyed makeup and remove her dress, which she admitted was quite dirty. She took a slow sip of coffee that had already gone cold and looked at Zara, her brows arched.“Miss Voss. You really do need to see this.”She wondered what had Zara on edge. She rarely ever was. Frowning a bit, she picked up the tablet.She saw a photo. She had seen a notification from Brightwell House’s group chat sometime after midnight, but she was too out of it to check it out. Now she wished she had. The photo she was looking at looked like it had been screenshotted several times and was now sitting at the

Seraphina knew she was a shitty person. Now she knew she was an even shittier person because she had been ignoring Julian ever since that stupid picture of them leaked to the press.He had tried to reach out. Several times. Her phone kept going off with several text messages from him. All different variations of:“Are you good?”“Do you want to talk about it?”“Do you need anything?”The latest addition to that list was “Talk to me, Golden Girl.”Seraphina wanted to talk to him, but she also did not know what to say. She also didn’t want to think too much about it. Thinking about it meant she had to think about his hands in her hair and his arms around her as she fell apart in front of him and he let her.Julian was a good guy. Beyond amazing. But Seraphina didn’t think she had the time or the emotional energy to invest in him, even though the entirety of his person was somewhat calling to her.She groaned, hitting the mute button on his text messages. She probably deserved a special

Seraphina had done her homework before her mum’s looming Sunday dinner, and she was a little proud of it.Zara’s dossier had landed in her inbox late Friday night, and by Saturday morning, Seraphina had read it over and over again between watching her cooking shows and lazing around scrolling her phone in bed.The Voss and Windham families had been tangled together for as far back as three generations. They were old money on both sides, with their houses a few miles apart, and a friendship between Kate’s mother and Margaret’s mother that had lasted sixty years and survived everything and anything. There was also an unspoken understanding that united both families but had collapsed long before Kate or Margaret was born, and there were no explicit statements as to why. Zara’s lengthy gossip document used words like estrangement and a scandal, in brackets, with a question mark to brush over it, which told Seraphina that even Zara, who could find a man’s childhood dentist in under an hour

The pottery studio had been Julian’s idea, and for the first forty minutes, Seraphina was convinced it was a mistake.“You’re pushing too hard,” he said.Seraphina looked at the vase she was trying to form and frowned at it for not taking any shape. “I’m centering it.”“What you’re doing is fighting it. Look, it’s leaning away from you.”The lump of clay on her wheel had developed a tilt that no amount of maneuvering she had attempted could fix, but at least hers wasn’t the only wreck in the room.Julian’s bowl had risen in a lovely curve, held for about three seconds, and then slumped sideways the same way hers did.He stared at it with an apologetic look on his face, and she laughed until she had to lift her wrists away from the clay. The instructor, a tall woman in a stack of silver bracelets, gave them a look indicating that she had tried her best with them and they were unfortunately hopeless.It was a Friday evening, and Julian had thought the yellowy rooms of the studio would m

By seven on Saturday morning, Seraphina had been awake for three hours already. She could have done some form of morning exercise, but she felt too lazy for that. She also didn’t think she had an athletic bone in her body.She lay on top of her covers with the curtains open and scrolled mindlessly through her phone until she came across yet another photograph of herself.These days, it seemed like she only needed to exist before her face, even though altered, was plastered all over the gossip blogs.This time, it was a photo of her and Cassian. She couldn’t imagine how ballistic Kate Voss was going to be when she came across it.It was a good photograph. Whoever had taken it knew exactly what they were doing. She was bent into the glow of a car door, his hand covering hers on the roof, both their faces turned towards each other. Beside it, in some sort of collage, was another shot of him holding on to her hand when she was trying to leave him in anger.The headline sat above it, mocki