All Chapters of CHASE ME, HUSBAND: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Irene’s POV I shuddered at the venom in his words.“Why are you overreacting? It's just a piece of paper.” ‘I pointed out,.He didn’t say anything.I pouted, snapping my head away as I walked over to the door, but he caught my wrist in time.“You’re right. It’s just work.”He pulled me into his arms, my back against him, and I stayed there, feeling his breath against my nape.“At this point. I might need to pull another billboard. Again.” He said, and I bit back a smile.We left the office, and he dropped me off.Since my apartment was closed off for investigation, I temporarily moved in with my parents. Layla made Mia set up my room, decorating the whole place just like she did at my place.I only invited Olivia from school, Mike, and Fred.Since I was terrible at keeping friends, I barely had any longtime friends to invite.A few hours before my bachelorette party, I tried to get some sleep, but I couldn’t even keep my eyes shut for a minute.So I gave up on sleep and decided to g


Irene’s POVHe only picked up a call, turning slightly.“Get her out of here. Right now.” He barked into the phone.Almost immediately, two security guards appeared, straining her arms behind her back as they dragged her out.“He’ll never love you. It’s just business and nothing more. He wants me back!" She yelled, kicking her feet in the air as they pulled her out.I watched how his expression stayed neutral.No emotions. Nothing to read into.When my eyes met with Mom's, her eyes widened a bit, but she forced an ‘it’s okay’ smile. I hated it.Because my fiancé’s ex just walked in, shouting at the top of her voice that he’s been sending her flowers and wants her back.So, no. It wasn’t okay!From the corner of my eyes, I caught Mia’s lips lift up in a smirk, and I dug my nails into my palm.Turning to him, I said.“You’ve been sending her flowers? For weeks?” He barely even looked at me as he said,“Sit. Let’s get this over with.”It felt like someone hit the back of my head with

Damian’s POV Drumming my fingers on the bonnet of the car, I waited for her to come out.Actually, stopping by Layla’s hadn’t been in my plans today and to top it off, my dollface was in there.I didn’t deserve to see her without clearing the air.I had done my homework and looked into the florist business card, I found on my desk and discovered something fishy.I wouldn’t want to bring half truths to Irene because she deserved clarity.To know I was for her and she was for me.Mine.It didn’t matter if she was for me.I’d cover for the both of us.Then she walked out, her eyes widening a bit as our eyes met.When she got to where I was standing, I tore my eyes away from her pretending to look at my phone.How did we get here? I couldn’t even look at her in the eye any longer.“Is this what we do now, we run into each other like we’re strangers?” She asked.“I knew you were here.” I said and a glimmer of hope lit in her eyes as she swallowed.God, she looked like she shed some weight

Irene’s pov “Stop acting dumb.” I slurred into the receiver, my eyelid growing heavy as I struggled to keep my weight against the wall.“Are you drunk?” He asked.“Come on, set carnepea here, Mia, hurry.” Layla called, her voice ringing through the cracked door.I was at the balcony, leaning against the railings, a glass of bourbon in my hand, even if mom lectures me about it, I was still sipping it.My bachelorette party was in a few days and Mom, Layla and some of her friends from the club were gggh about it, decorating my apartment and all.Mom wanted me to have it at our house but Layla suggested we do it in my own apartment, it’ll be part of my last memories as a spinster so it had to be my own way.“No. I’m… maybe…” I stopped, biting down on my lips as the rich bass of his voice stirred heat low in my belly.This man. I didn’t like what his effect does on me. I didn’t hate it either.“Oh ok. Just wanted to—““Don’t say it.” I cut in, hissing under my breath.“Don’t say you’re c

Irene’s pov “Stop acting dumb.” I slurred into the receiver, my eyelid growing heavy as I struggled to keep my weight against the wall.“Are you drunk?” He asked.“Come on, set carnepea here, Mia, hurry.” Layla called, her voice ringing through the cracked door.I was at the balcony, leaning against the railings, a glass of bourbon in my hand, even if mom lectures me about it, I was still sipping it.My bachelorette party was in a few days and Mom, Layla and some of her friends from the club were gggh about it, decorating my apartment and all.Mom wanted me to have it at our house but Layla suggested we do it in my own apartment, it’ll be part of my last memories as a spinster so it had to be my own way.“No. I’m… maybe…” I stopped, biting down on my lips as the rich bass of his voice stirred heat low in my belly.This man. I didn’t like what his effect does on me. I didn’t hate it either.“Oh ok. Just wanted to—““Don’t say it.” I cut in, hissing under my breath.“Don’t say you’re c