All Chapters of Bound to my Ex husband’s uncle: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The champagne in my glass went flat nearly twenty minutes ago.I still hold it anyway.My fingers tighten around the stem as I stare out the floor-to-ceiling windows of the rooftop restaurant, watching rain slide down the glass in crooked lines. The city glows beneath me….gold lights, speeding cars, people moving on with their lives while mine slowly cracks apart without me even realizing it.A soft jazz song plays somewhere in the background, couples laugh quietly around me and I sit alone at a table meant for two.I glance down at my phone again. It’s 10:43 PM.No calls, no texts. Nothing.A waiter approaches carefully, almost looking sorry for me. “Would you like me to warm your meal again, Mrs. Walker?”Mrs. Walker.The title suddenly feels strange, like it belongs to someone else.I force a small smile. “No thank you.”He nods politely before walking away, but I catch the pity in his eyes anyway.God.Humiliation burns slowly in my chest. Tonight is supposed to be our third wedd

“I’m not coming back.” “Yes, you are.” The certainty in his tone chills me, like he genuinely believes I belong to him no matter what he does. “I’m filing for divorce.” His breathing changes slightly. Then colder this time, “Don’t do something stupid because you’re emotional Amelia. I close my eyes slowly. Three years. Three years married to this man and somehow I never realized how little respect he actually had for me. “You already destroyed this marriage,” I say quietly. “I’m just burying it.” Then I hang up. My hands shaking afterward, nt because I regret it. Because part of me still aches for him despite everything. Claire walks over slowly. “You okay?” “No.” My voice comes out painfully honest. “No, I’m really not.” ———- By afternoon, I leave Claire’s apartment and head toward St. Vincent Medical Center. The second I walk into the private ward, the smell of antiseptic wraps around me instantly and my chest tightens. My father sleeps quietly in the hospital be

The Walker family banquet is exactly the kind of event I suddenly hate now. Expensive, elegant and Fake. Crystal chandeliers glow warmly above the massive ballroom while wealthy guests dressed in designer clothes laugh and socialize like their lives are perfect. I stand beside Ethan near the entrance wearing a long black dress that suddenly feels too tight against my skin. His hand rests lightly against my lower back in a Possessive and perrformative way. Anyone looking at us would think we’re happily married and I hate it. “Smile,” Ethan mutters under his breath. I don’t even look at him. “If you touch me again one more time , I’ll break your hand.” His fingers flex slightly against my back before disappearing. Good. The marble floor beneath my heels becomes slippery as another couple brushes past me suddenly. My ankle twists, a gasp nearly escapes me as my body pitches forward…..But strong arms catch me before I hit the ground. Warm fingers clos firmly around

The moment everyone realized Ethan wasn't coming back, the atmosphere changed again. This time for the worse, because without him sitting beside me... I was alone, completely alone and the Walker family knew it. Aunt Margaret was the first to speak. She watched the ballroom entrance for a few seconds before letting out a dramatic sigh. "Well." Her lips curved. "I suppose something more important came up." A few relatives chuckled quietly. I keep my eyes on my champagne glass. Pretending not to hear or care……pretending my husband hadn't abandoned me in the middle of a family banquet. Again. "Honestly," another woman added, "if my husband left me alone during his grandmother's birthday party, I'd be embarrassed." More laughter followed, as heat crawled up my neck. Not because the comments hurt but because they were right. It was embarrassing, humiliating and Pathetic. And everybody knew it. "Perhaps Ethan is tired." A cousin shrugged dramatically. "Three years

The warmth inside the car is finally reaching my frozen skin. Unfortunately, now that I’m no longer distracted, I become aware of something else.A pounding ache behind my eyes, I press my fingers against my temple.The movement doesn’t escape Dante.“You’re sick.”I shake my head.“I’m fine.”The look he gives me makes it obvious he doesn’t believe a word.“Amelia.”I groan softly.“Please don’t start.”“You’re pale.”“It’s been a long night.”“You’re shivering.”“The dress is wet.”“You can barely keep your eyes open.”I open my mouth, then close it again because unfortunately he’s right.The pounding in my head is getting worse. The warmth that should be helping somehow makes me feel hotter. My stomach twists unpleasantly.I lean back against the seat, just for a moment I just need to rest my eyes.The last thing I hear is Dante giving an instruction to the driver, his voice sounds farther away than before.Concern flashes through me, I should stay awake, I should……. The thought