All Chapters of Divorced, But Taken By My Ex’s Uncle For Revenge: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

I drop my hand back beside me. “What happened, Elara?”She looks up and blinks. “What?""At the café,” I say. “What happened there?”"I already—""No,” I cut her off gently. “You've told me almost nothing."She lowers her head again, and I continue."I know you met him,” I say. “know you lied about it, and I know that he asked to see Theo." After a pause, I continue. “What I don't know is everything in between."Elara drops her hands and rubs her palms nervously, looking up to meet my gaze. Then, she begins to talk. "He asked if we could talk.""So you agreed,” I say. A small nod from her. “I wasn't going to at first."“Right,” I say. “But you eventually did.”“Yes.”I lift a brow. “Why?”"I thought..." She exhales shakily. “I thought maybe he wanted to apologise.""And?""He did,” she says immediately. I don’t say anything, so she continues. "He apologised for everything.""What does 'everything' mean?"She looks away briefly at first, then back at me again. “Our marriage. He apolog

The moment Elara’s lips are on mine, every single thing around me disappears. Starting from the distant noise from outside to the reminder of the texts, Adrian, the lie, the questions, the hurt all vanishes. None of it exists, and all I can now feel in my whole surrounding is her. I can feel the movement of her lips against mine, the strawberry scent of her perfume, and her hands gripping the side of my neck. I can also feel the way she’s trembling, the quiet desperation in the kiss, and the fact that she’s apologizing. Not with words, though. But with this. Before I realize what I’m doing, I respond to the kiss. One of my hands fly to her waist instinctively, and she lets out a small breath of relief against my lips as my other hand grips the back of my neck. She somehow relaxes into the kiss, like she’d been terrified I’d pull away immediately. I tilt her head slightly to deepen the kiss without even thinking, and she trembles again just as my own heartbeat pou

The front door hasn't even closed behind us before Theo starts talking again."...and then Dad said I still kick the ball like a penguin."I blink at that, genuinely confused. “A penguin?"“Yes,” he responds. “But he was joking.""I would hope so,” is all I say next. At that, Theo laughs and kicks off his trainers near the entrance before carrying his football under one arm.We’d just returned back home from the park after I went to pick him up, and now, he wouldn’t stop talking about his father. I love the smile on his face everytime he speaks. So, of course, I allow him despite the way my chest constricts at the mention of his father. “Mummy, you know,” he says. “I scored twice."I turn around to look at him and lift a brow. “Only twice?"Immediately, his eyes widen. “Mum.""What?" I ask. "He scored three.""Oh." I nod thoughtfully. “So he won."Theo groans dramatically like the thought of his father winning him is so ridiculous. “Well, mummy, you might want to know that he che

A terrifying, pin-drop silence follows my words. The tension in the air has spiked now, and all I can hear is the wild thumping sound of my heart drumming against its ribcage while Nathaniel just looks at me. That annoying unreadable expression he’s worn on his face for days now is still there, and when he still doesn’t say anything, I take a step back. “I genuinely don’t think you understand what I’m trying to say at all,” my voice cracks, but I force it to remain steady. “I don’t know—“ I swallow past the clog in my throat. “Just—“ I don’t bother completing my sentence. Still, he says nothing. In response to his silence, a short laugh escapes me. Gosh, this isn’t funny. I’m not laughing because it’s funny. I’m laughing because I’m genuinely tired and my chest is hurting so badly. "You know what?" I ask with a shake of my head. “Forget it. You’re right. I don’t think we should have the conversation. It’s late.”This time, worry flashes in his eyes and he frowns. “Elara—“"No,

I flip her so she’s on her stomach now and spread her ass, my gaze following the cum trailing down her leg. Elara tries to turn, her ass wiggling. “What are you—““Shhh,” I say, lining my cock against her pussy and ass hole.“Nathaniel—“ she freezes when I circle the rim of her asshole. “You can’t—““It’s okay,” I say. “I’m not fucking you here tonight. At least not yet.”An exhales escape her, but she doesn’t relax entirely, and I take that as an opportunity to slide my cock inside her pussy. This time, it’s slow, letting her feel every inch of it. When I’m buried balls deep inside her, I groan, reaching forward to flick her clit. She moans. “You want to know why I was avoiding you?” I ask, grinding deeper inside her. “Well, here it is.”She moans when my balls slap her clit this time, he fingers gripping the sheets tighter.“I was fucking scared,” I rasp. “Scared of how much you were getting under my skin. Scared of needing you this fucking much, Elara. And scared that if I let