All Chapters of Ex-Wife, You Are Mine!: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The nights when Malikha woke trembling from nightmares about what had happened at Hope Park Cemetery were the reason Fiona took her away from Los Angeles to Boston. They left shortly after Malikha, after social services custody released her, after Brandon’s lawyer posted a substantial bond on her behalf.For days, Malikha couldn’t sleep. Fear clung to her like a second skin. She could still see, with terrifying clarity, the face of the boy she had once tricked and left to die inside that grave. Just when the nightmares had begun to fade, the worst one of all finally came.The boy she believed was dead had risen from his grave and now stood before her as her husband. Never once had she imagined that the teenager from her past was Aidan. Her eyes widened in sheer terror as she stared at the man who, only hours ago, had become her husband.“Y-you…”“Yes, it’s me. Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten that boy,

“I’m begging you, don’t treat me like this. Please forgive me, Aidan!” Malikha sobbed, her voice breaking into a fragile, aching whisper.But Aidan showed no mercy. With a harsh grip, he seized her arm, yanking her to her feet and dragging her out of the room. She stumbled, still trapped in the wedding gown she hadn’t even had the chance to take off, before he shoved her into the corridor without a second thought.A beautiful, striking woman stood by the doorway, watching the scene unfold as if it were nothing more than a spectacle. Her arms were folded across her chest, her posture radiating arrogance and satisfaction.Malikha could only stare, frozen in place, as Aidan turned away from her and instead pulled the stranger into their bedroom with a cruel smile. As if that wasn’t enough, he pressed a kiss to the woman’s shoulder before closing the door—sealing Malikha out, and shattering what little remained of her

“Where have you been? Why aren’t you wearing your uniform?”His tone was cold, impatient enough to make Malikha hesitate, fear tightening around her chest.She froze under his gaze. For a moment, she said nothing, swallowing hard as her wide, innocent eyes met his. Aidan stood in front of her, demanding an answer.“Did you just come back from work?” he pressed.Malikha gave a small nod. She had wanted to tell him about her new job. She had planned to explain everything. But before she ever got the chance, Aidan had revealed the truth behind their marriage, had torn apart whatever fragile illusion she had been holding onto.And so, she chose silence. Now, he still believed she worked at Estrela and was confused to see her without the hotel uniform.“Then why are you dressed like that?” His tone was still edged with irritation.“I—I changed my clothes,” Malikha stammered, forci

“Open your eyes!” Aidan’s voice cut through the air as he stood in front of Malikha, irritation clear in his expression. Left with no choice, she slowly opened her eyes—only for them to widen at the sight before her. Aidan was standing there in nothing but his boxer briefs. He shook his head at her stunned reaction.“Why are you just standing there? Give me my pants!” he snapped impatiently.Malikha’s thoughts seemed to stall, her mind blank as she hurriedly picked up the trousers she had set aside earlier and handed them to him, turning her face away to avoid looking. Aidan grabbed the black pants roughly and pulled them on, while Malikha instinctively stepped back as he moved toward the mirror, adjusting them with practiced ease.“Why are you still standing there? Dry my hair,” Aidan ordered sharply, leaving no room for refusal. Once again, she had to do as he said.“Use the hair dryer after the towel,” he added coldly. He still hadn’t put on a shirt, and Malikha couldn’t help but n

Malikha paused and turned back toward Aidan. He still hadn’t spoken; instead, he stood there in silence, lost in thought, staring at the bottle of water he had set on the kitchen counter. Malikha waited, giving him time, hoping he would finally say what was on his mind.“What can I do for you?” she asked softly at last, breaking the silence.“I can’t sleep,” Aidan replied shortly. Malikha frowned, unsure what he meant.“Make me something that will make me drowsy,” he added. Understanding dawned on her, and she nodded with a small smile.“Would you like some warm milk with cinnamon?” Malikha asked as she stepped closer. Aidan merely raised an eyebrow and shrugged.“I’m not allergic to either, but will that really make me sleepy?”“It can help,” she said gently, nodding again. “If you’d like, I can make it for you.”Aidan scratche