All Chapters of My Ex-husband Knelt Too Late : Chapter 51 - Chapter 57

Olivia’s PovThe silence stretched between us for a long, quiet moment in the dark.Ethan let out a soft huff of amusement, breaking the quiet. "So... you're planning on staying awake till the day gets fully bright and all of that?""Yes," I replied stiffly, keeping my voice firm. "I plan on doing just that."A faint smirk crossed his face, catching the dim sliver of light seeping in through the gap in the curtains. I could see the subtle shift of his expression in the shadows."And why is that?" he murmured, leaning slightly closer. "Are you scared of losing control?"I let out a dry scoff, forcing a chuckle. "Losing control based on what, exactly? Losing control to whom?"Ethan slowly glanced down at his own bare, sculpted chest, a slow, teasing grin spreading across his lips. "I totally understand. I can be extremely intimidating sometimes, and all of that."I couldn't help the small laugh that slipped past my lips. "Oh, please stop flattering yourself."He propped himself up on on

I sat back in my chair, forcing a polite, easy smile onto my face as Victoria—Logan's mom—chatted away endlessly. She was telling me all about her passion for cooking, revealing that she was a head chef and was currently preparing to enter a major international culinary showcase—a massive World War II-themed heritage competition.I nodded along, trying to sound genuinely engaged, but my focus kept drifting across the small table to Ethan.He was acting completely out of character. He barely touched the food on his plate, pushing a piece of steak around with his fork, looking as if he had just seen a ghost. His jaw was set so tight I could see the muscle ticking in his cheek. Whenever Victoria directed a cheerful comment toward him, he didn't even respond—he just stared straight ahead with a dark, suffocating intensity, radiating pure, cold hostility.*What on earth is wrong with him?* I thought, my stomach twisting into a tight knot. *Is it her? Why does he seem so threatened by her p

Olivia’s PovThe heavy mahogany door clicked shut behind me as I stepped into the private VIP dining room, expecting to face Kelvin.Instead, sitting at the center table and sipping iced water with a cold, venomous smirk plastered across her face, was Evelyn.My stomach plummeted. I stopped dead in my tracks, my fists clenching automatically at my sides. "You."Evelyn didn't even blink. She set her glass down with a slow, deliberate clink and looked up, her eyes gleaming with malice. "Welcome, sister."A furious spike of rage hot-wired my nerves. I marched forward, leaning over the edge of the table. "Don't you dare call me that. You are not my sister."Evelyn let out a sharp, mocking scoff, leaning back in her chair. "Please. You think I want to be?"She stood up slowly, smoothing down her designer dress. "You actually came. For a minute, I wanted to believe you had some sense left. I wanted to think you'd ignore Kelvin's pathetic messages, but here I am, proven wrong again.""I see

The blunt, dangerous question hung heavy in the air, echoing off the car windows as we sat trapped at the red light.*Do you like her?*For a second, my foot nearly slipped off the brake. The sheer shock of it hit me like a physical blow, snapping me out of the dark, defensive trance I had been trapped in all evening."What the hell are you talking about?" I blurted out, my voice laced with absolute disbelief as I turned to stare at her. "How on earth could you even think I like her?"Olivia crossed her arms, holding my gaze through the dim cabin light. "You've just been acting completely weird around her. This is literally the first time I've ever seen you react like this to someone, Ethan. So naturally, I'm wondering if there's some kind of history there, or if there's a problem."I let out a harsh, dry scoff, shaking my head. "It's not that. And it could *never* be that."Inside my head, my mind was racing in frantic circles, trying to map an escape route. *How am I supposed to eva