All Chapters of “Oops… That’s Your Loss, Ex-Husband” –: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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Chapter Eleven

MADEA I stood frozen, unsure how to react. My stomach twisted, my chest tight, and my fingers stiff at my sides. What did you expect, Madea? The thought echoed bitterly in my mind. I let out a hollow laugh—sharp, dry, tasting faintly of regret. It trembled in my throat, betraying the anger and hurt I was trying to contain. Did you really think “let’s do this sixty days” meant commitment to you? That still, cold voice whispered. For a fleeting moment, I had actually believed Jason’s words, believed him when he said he had a thing for comedy. My heart ached at my own gullibility. I swallowed hard, feeling the tight knot in my chest deepen. The truth settled heavily: Jason only cared about his inheritance—not love. Every word he spoke had a purpose, and I had been foolish enough to think I was the exception. Shame and anger mingled in my veins. My gaze drifted to Monalisa. She was smiling, mischievous, like she owned the room. A shiver ran down my spine. I felt a prickling ir

Chapter Twelve

MADEA I stood in the sitting room, waiting for Jason to grab his keys, my hands loosely clasped in front of me as a quiet tension settled into the space between us. The silence felt unnatural—too heavy, too stretched—as though something unspoken was slowly suffocating the room. My phone buzzed, the sudden sound slicing through my thoughts. A message from my mum. You have been ignoring my calls, Madea… come home. Do not stay anymore with that loser. A slow breath slipped past my lips, but it did nothing to ease the tightness forming in my chest. The weight of everything I had been avoiding pressed down on me all at once. This text was talking about me leaving Jason. I hadn’t meant to ignore her. The past few days had been overwhelming in ways I couldn’t even begin to explain. Every time my phone rang, I simply didn’t have the strength to face another voice—another round of questions I couldn’t answer. Or worse… explanations I wasn’t ready to give. Seeing the message c

Chapter Thirteen

MADEA “Cassandra, you just got here. Go inside and settle down. We will talk when I get back.” Jason’s tone was calm, detached, as if the tension in the room barely registered with him. A small, involuntary smile tugged at my lips before I could stop it. For a fleeting moment, I let myself believe he might actually be taking this seriously. “Really, Jason?” Cassandra’s voice cut sharply through the quiet, her expression hardening with disbelief and anger. “Are you choosing her over me?” Jason paused, just for a heartbeat, but his expression remained unreadable, steady, a wall of calm in the storm of her fury. “I am not choosing anybody,” he said, his voice clipped, precise, controlled. “I was already heading out when you arrived. You can join us if you want.” Cassandra’s lips trembled slightly as she tried to mask her rising anger. “I cannot believe this,” she whispered, though her voice carried a bite that betrayed her. I stayed silent, my fingers curling slightly at my sides

Chapter Fourteen

MADEA I sat there with Jason’s hand covering mine, and an unexpected flicker danced between us—hope, uncertainty, or a silent warning. I held my breath, waiting for him to speak, but he remained stoic, unreadable. His calm only magnified the storm I sensed beneath the surface. The room seemed to shrink; the chatter of the other guests dulled to a distant hum. All I could focus on was him—Jason, with that dangerous, deliberate composure that always made my heart race, as if he carried a secret meant only for me. Then he spoke. And the words hit me like a thunderclap. “She is my wife.” He said it like a declaration, the kind that demanded the world pause and take notice. The words were calm, but the smile that followed… dangerous, teasing, impossibly confident. My chest tightened, my pulse spiking as a strange warmth coiled through me, equal parts fear and longing. What did he mean? Hadn’t he just told the waiter we bore different surnames? “She is Miss Timmons,” he had co

Chapter Fifteen

MADEA “The Forever Love Project,” Mrs. Beaumont said, her voice calm yet firm. I looked at her, confused, muttering softly to myself. My stomach twisted with unease. She noticed and leaned closer, clarifying. “I mean the one I explained earlier,” she said. I nodded slowly, my mind racing. She continued, trying to make me understand what she was talking about. “The project we wanted Jason to carry out for us—it’s the Forever Project.” “Oh…” I murmured, swallowing hard. “I didn’t realize.” “Okay, so I think you should head it instead,” Mrs. Beaumont said, turning to her husband. “What’s that, lady Jason talked about, the one is wanted to head it before.” Jason cleared his throat, his eyes briefly flicking to mine. “Monalisa… she is very qualified to handle this, I promise.” I turned to him, feeling a pang of disappointment tighten my chest. He had already offered Monalisa the role. She was his ‘forever’—what had I expected? I forced a polite smile, trying to steady my rac

Chapter Sixteen

MADEA The room fell into a quiet silence. It seemed she was trying to decide if it was a good idea. I sat still, hoping she would say yes. Mrs Beaumont finally spoke, her voice calm but firm as she made her decision. “Well, if that is what she wants, then it is fine.” I smiled and held Jason’s hands. He faked a smile too, and then I turned to the Beaumonts. “Thank you,” I said. She nodded and smiled, looking at both of us carefully, as though she was already imagining what we would create together. “I just want both of you to create something that truly reflects what we are trying to show the world,” she added, her tone steady and thoughtful. Mr Beaumont nodded in agreement before clapping his hands lightly, breaking the silence in the room. “Fine then,” he said with a satisfied smile. “Let us have a toast.” “To forevermore love,” Mrs Beaumont said. “To forever love,” we all chorused, laughing lightly as everyone raised their glasses. The soft clinking sound filled the roo

Chapter Seventeen

MADEA Jason did not answer immediately. He held my gaze for a moment longer, and this time, it felt different. There was something heavier behind his eyes, something he was trying to bury before it could surface. He let out a slow breath and loosened his grip on his glass, but not before his fingers tightened around it briefly, as if he needed something solid to ground himself. When he finally set it down, the faint clink against the table echoed louder than it should have in the silence between us. “What is wrong?” I repeated, my voice firmer now, though a small part of me was already bracing for an answer I might not like. His lips curved slightly, but the smile did not reach his eyes. It never did when it came to me. It was controlled, practiced—safe. “You seem very pleased,” he said finally, his tone calm, but there was an edge beneath it that made my chest tighten in a way I refused to acknowledge. I blinked, caught off guard, though I quickly masked it. “Shouldn’t I be?

Chapter Eighteen

MADEA “I was in a meeting,” Jason said, his voice steady, but the tightness in his jaw betrayed the calm he was trying to project. “A meeting… with her?” Monalisa’s voice snapped like a whip, and her finger shot out at me as though I were the cause of every betrayal in the world. The disgust in her eyes was sharp enough to cut through the air, and I felt it settle heavy on my skin. I didn’t respond. I didn’t move. I simply sat there, holding myself upright, forcing my heart to slow even as the weight of her accusation pressed down on me. “Yes,” Jason said, his tone unwavering, “with the Beaumonts too.” Monalisa’s mouth fell open, and for a moment she looked as though the ground had shifted beneath her feet. The shock on her face twisted into something darker, colder, more dangerous. “You mean… you were in a meeting with the Beaumont… and you chose to take her?” Her voice trembled with disbelief, then sharpened with anger, each word striking like a blade. “This meeting is

Chapter Nineteen

MONALISA “Mona, wait!” Jason called out from behind me, his voice urgent and strained, but I refused to stop walking. Every step I took felt heavy with anger, disappointment, and heartbreak, and I knew that if I stopped, I might break down completely. I wasn’t ready to listen—not to his excuses, not to his explanations, and certainly not to anything that would make me feel weaker than I already did. Before I could take another step, his hand wrapped firmly around my wrist, forcing me to stop. A sharp breath escaped my lips as he pulled me back, and when I turned to face him, everything around us seemed to fall away. For a brief moment, it felt like the world had gone silent, leaving just the two of us standing in the middle of all the chaos we had created. “What?” I snapped, my voice trembling with a mix of anger and pain. “Go back to your wife, Jason. After all, I’m nothing to you.” The look in his eyes softened, and that only made the ache in my chest worse. “You are ever

Chapter Twenty

MADEA I leaned back in my chair, letting the burn of the drink settle slowly in my chest. For a moment, I pretended it was working, that it was numbing something inside me, fixing something broken. It wasn’t. But I let myself believe it anyway because, honestly… I needed something to hold onto. The adrenaline from everything that had just happened still clung to me. It refused to go away, like my body hadn’t gotten the memo that the scene was over. Across the room, Jason and Monalisa were no longer shouting, no longer drawing attention—but the damage lingered. Thick. Suffocating. Like smoke that wouldn’t clear no matter how much I waved my hand. And my mind wouldn’t let it go. It kept replaying everything over and over again. I told myself I didn’t care, that I was above it all. But even as I tried to believe it, the truth pressed in, uncomfortable and unavoidable. I had chosen this. I had agreed to stay. I had insisted—stubbornly, blindly—that I would be with Jason no matter w

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