All Chapters of My Ex-husband Knelt Too Late : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Olivia's Pov Vincent had fallen asleep shortly after asking his question, his little breathing soft and steady under the blanket. I had kissed his forehead, tucked him in, and walked quietly to my study to finish up the design layouts for the autumn release.But no matter how many sketches I adjusted, I couldn't get his words out of my head.“Do I have a daddy?”My stomach twisted into a tight, agonizing knot. How much longer could I keep giving him evasive answers? How much longer could I tell him his dad was away on a long trip and coming back soon?My mind naturally drifted to Ethan—his piercing gray eyes, his broad shoulders, the terrifying authority he carried in every room he walked into.No. Absolutely not.I shook my head violently, dropping my golden pencil onto the desk. I could never tell Ethan that Vincent was his son. The moment Ethan found out, he would take him away from me. He would use Vincent as the ultimate weapon to destroy me, to strip away the one thing that gav

Ethan's Pov On Monday morning, the early autumn sun washed through the floor-to-ceiling windows of my penthouse. I stood before the mirror, expertly adjusting the knot of my silk tie before slipping on my suit jacket.On the marble counter lay a thick manila folder my private investigator had delivered late last night.After realizing that public registries contained virtually no records about Olivia's supposed husband or child, I had hired the best intelligence operative in Spain to dig into her private life—specifically looking into her company, her closest associate Maya, and most importantly, her son.I picked up the file, flipping through the high-resolution surveillance photographs attached to the pages.My fingers paused over a clear photo taken outside a local private elementary school.It was a boy.I stared at the image, a strange, suffocating tightness gripping my chest. The boy had dense, dark hair sweeping over his forehead, a sharp jawline, and deep, intense gray eyes t

Olivia's Pov I sat stiffly in the back of Ethan’s luxurious sedan, my muscles so tense they burned.I couldn't stop replaying the absolute disaster that had just unfolded outside the school gates. Vincent had completely rejected Leo. No matter how gently Leo tried to talk to him, no matter how many times Leo offered the shiny new toy cars he had brought straight from his trip, Vincent had refused to let Leo even touch his shoulder. He had clung to Ethan’s neck like a small barnacle, hiding his face and crying that he didn't want 'that' daddy—he only wanted 'this' one.Eventually, Leo had sighed, given me an apologetic, helpless look, and excused himself, explaining that he had an urgent business deal to sign across town.Which left me trapped here.Vincent was now fast asleep, his small head resting peacefully against Ethan’s chest. Ethan’s arm was wrapped securely around him, his thumb absently rubbing smooth circles over my son’s back. Vincent had refused to leave Ethan's side, ref

Olivia's Pov Vincent had finally fallen fast asleep on the long leather sofa in my office. He was clutching his favorite plush bear tightly against his chest with one hand, refusing to let it go. But what broke my heart even more was that he had absolutely refused to take off Ethan’s oversized dark jacket. It was draped over his tiny frame like a heavy blanket, swallowing him whole.The only reason he had agreed to calm down, close his eyes, and let me get back to my desk was because I had broken down and promised him that we would see Ethan again tomorrow.Every single breath I took felt heavy, laced with a suffocating pain. I sat at my desk with my head buried in my hands, unable to focus on a single line of the design layouts in front of me.A quiet knock sounded at the door, and Maya slipped into the office. She took one look at Vincent asleep on the couch, then looked at me, her eyes wide with shock and concern."Olivia," Maya whispered, rushing over to my desk. "Leo called me a

Olivia's Pov The moment his lips pressed against mine, my mind shattered into a thousand scattered pieces.For one terrifying, breathless second, seven years of bitter resentment, built-up walls, and defensive armor vanished into thin air. A sudden, overwhelming heat rushed through my veins. My hands, which should have been shoving him away, hovered helplessly against his broad chest, trapping the warmth of his suit jacket beneath my fingertips. His touch felt so agonizingly familiar, so strangely right, that a soft gasp hitched in my throat, opening the kiss to something deeper, something that threatened to pull me under entirely. Every nerve in my body screamed for more, leaning into his solid frame as if I had been starving for this exact sensation.Then, like a bucket of ice water poured over my head, reality crashed back with violent force.*What am I doing?!*The realization hit me like a physical blow. I was kissing Ethan Rothwell—the man who had accused me, hated me, and thre