All Chapters of Bound to my Ex husband’s uncle: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Ethan glances at the caller ID and his jaw tightens, he declines the call immediately but another call comes and another and another. The screen keeps lighting up….my chest slowly hardens. The illusion begins cracking, there she is. The ghost haunting every moment between us. Ethan curses under his breath when the phone rings again. This time a message follows and his expression changes, concern flashes across his face. My heart sinks. Because I recognize that look, I’ve seen it before too many times. I set the soup down quietly. “Go.” His eyes snap toward me. “What?” “Go.” “Amelia….” “She’s more important, right?” The words leave before I can stop them, the room falls silent and Ethan’s face darkens. “It’s not like that.” The lie is almost laughable…the phone vibrates again. Again and again…demanding his attention, demanding him. Just like she always does and just like always…He looks torn. Not because he wants to stay, bcause he wants

I wake up to the smell of coffee wnd My chest tightens briefly before I force myself to sit up. No…..Not today. I’ve spent enough time drowning in Ethan Walker. Today, I need to think about myself. The bedroom door creaks open and Claire appears carrying two mugs. One glance at me and she immediately narrows her eyes. “Tell me you’re not thinking about him.” I snort. “Good morning to you too.” She hands me a mug. “I mean it.” “I’m not thinking about him.” That’s only half a lie. Because technically, I’m thinking about my clothes, my laptop, passport and all the other things I left at our house….i mean his house now . The things still sitting inside the house I once shared with my husband, the word husband makes my stomach turn. Soon-to-be ex-husband……Much better. Claire sits beside me. “What are you going to do?” I star into my coffee. “I need my stuff.” Her face immediately twists. “Oh absolutely not.” I sigh. “Claire….” “No.” She points at me. “Last time you we

His grip is warm and steady with one effortless pull and I’m standing or at least… attempting to stand.My ankle immediately reminds me that I just launched myself into a side table while chasing a cat as pain shoots through my foot and I wince.Dante notices instantly.Of course he does.The man notices everything.“You’re hurt.”“I’m fine.”His stare says otherwise, I glare back.His stare wins.Annoying……Very annoying.Mochi shifts in my arms, completely comfortable despite being the cause of my suffering.I narrow my eyes at him.“You started this.”The cat yawns with no remorse or guilt.Dante reaches over and his fingers disappear into the orange fur at the top of Mochi’s head.The cat immediately begins purring, the little freaking traitor.“Easy, sweetheart.”His voice drops lower, into something calm and Unhurried. Mochi’s eyes drift shut and the cat actually leans into his hand.I feel personally attacked.Dante strokes behind one fuzzy ear.“Good girl.”The words settle

The city blurs past my windshield and for the first time in what feels like forever, I can breathe. Enough to feel the weight on my chest ease just a little. The suitcase in the backseat rattles softly whenever I hit a bump, a strange sense of finality settles over me. I left. I actually left. No dramatic reconciliation, no desperate last-minute promises, no tears. Just me, my belongings, and a cat that betrayed me for a man he’d known for less than ten minutes. My lips twitch despite myself….. the traffic light ahead turns red and I slow to a stop. The silence inside the car feels comforting and peaceful even. Then my phone buzzes. Three times. I glance at the screen mounted beside the dashboard, it’s an Unknown Number. My stomach immediately tightens, something about it feels wrong. I should ignore it, I know I should but curiosity is a dangerous thing. The light remains red so I unlock the phone and a message appears. Then another, then another and another. My blood tu

The next morning, I wake before my alarm and a few seconds, I stare at the unfamiliar ceiling above me. A sigh escapes my lips as I push myself upright and rub my face. The ache behind my eyes hasn't completely disappeared. It feels like it never will. Mochi is sprawled across the foot of the bed, snoring loudly, opening his eyes a bit when I make noise. I narrow my eyes. "Like You're paying rent." The cat ignores me. Typical. After a quick shower, I get dressed in one of the outfits I packed from the house yesterday. The house. I still can't quite bring myself to call it my former home, maybe because part of me is still grieving. Not the marriage, not anymore but the future I thought I was building. The future I spent three years believing in, the future Ethan destroyed, the thought leaves a bitter taste in my mouth. I grab my bag and keys. Today's my second day back at the institute and for the first time in a long while, I actually have something to focus on besid