CHAPTER THREE
After Divorce, Ex Husband Fell In Love With Me
Leo gasped but Jack didn't quiver as he just accomplished his mission, making him spill who she really was.But the fact Lucas refused to acknowledge such a pretty lady, amazed him."You mean this is the woman you don't love and refused to show us or the media?" Leo spoke out of surprise."She's way too beautiful than all this plastic surgery actresses you carry up and down Bruh, is there anything you're hiding from us??""None," Jack spoke on his behalf."Except their marriage was arranged." "If my marriage was arranged with someone like that, I would love her and cherish her with the whole of my life. By the way, if you don't want her, you can pass it here." Leo complimented."Shut the f*ck up you two, you're busting my ears." He suddenly yelled out of frustration.Since they were adding more to his confusion, he stood and left without a glance back at them.When he got to his car, he wondered why he had to be so worked up at Leo's words."If you don't want her, you can pass it here." It rang in his ears and he couldn't be more disgusted at himself."{Why the f*ck am I overreacting? she can leave if she want! It remove absolutely nothing from my life}."Once he got home, he walked slowly on tiptoes to prevent his legs from making any sounds trying to avoid Jasmine by all means.He branched the kitchen to get a bottle of water and there he met it.A note paper attached to the kitchen handle."If you've signed it, you can drop it here." He read and a painful scoffs escaped his mouth. He looked through his bag and fetched it out.With a light squize on the paper, she dashed off vigorously to her room.But then, the scene he met broke him to several pieces.Jasmine had a music banging loud in her room, along with a non alcoholic wine while she danced to the tune.His jaw dropped and his eyes opened wide.She really wanted this.She had thoughts severally on this and finally decided. It made her happy. She wanted to be faraway from him so much. He thoughts and It crushed his heart to several pieces.Meanwhile, Jasmine who was lost in her own world, blending perfectly with her music turned around to see her door slightly opened.She fell rumbly on her butt seeing Lucas with a jaw almost reaching the floor.She swiftly dragged her bedsheets, wrapping it up on her head out of embarrassment.Since when did he start coming to her room??Her forehead held sweats as she finally removed it.She stood up slowly to the door."Welcome.." She muttered almost inaudibly and held her door handle to close it on his face and just then he opened his mouth and spoke."We need to talk."Jasmine flinched at his request.Jasmine flinched at his request.She hated to talk about anything right now as she already felt sad earlier and wouldn't want that feeling to return.But just as she was about to decline, Lucas already turned his back and was gone in a jiffy, just like always.She heaved a heavy breath and staggerd down stairs.He stood in front of the glass window staring effortlessly out of it. And his back turned gracefully at everything in the living room including Jasmine."Is this what you want." He asked coldly."Yes," Jasmine had no other words to say, hence she muttered courtly."Your grandfather's burial was just few hours back and you're ready to let go of what he so wanted for you? were you waiting for his death to get out of this marriage?"This angered Jasmine, she folded her fingers into a tight fist trying to suppress herself from slapping him on the face. But then her anger was nothing compared to that of Lucas as her grandfather had being his closed adviser and mentor right from childhood when he used to visit so much. Their both grandparents were best friends that everyone could think they were blood related. Since the death of the man, he hasn't been finding it funny along with his grandfather who was on a life support machine now due to the death of his only best friend. And now Jasmine wanted a divorce."Grandfather would never want something like this for me. He had always wanted me happy and full of life, not this!" She countered."Aren't you happy?! why aren't you happy! I gave you everything! and I'm following the contract as strictly as possible."Jasmine scoffed painfully, what was the problem in the first place. Why should they be a contract in a marriage.Where as Jasmine bite her lower lips out of pain and anger, Lucas was still wondering where the problem must've originated from as he had always provided everything she needed which was even absolutely nothing out of his wealth."If that's what you want, I'll give it to you." "And do me favor, I don't want to see you when I get back from work tomorrow, be gone! and if you regret this, don't ever think you can come back." He stamped coldly and went away in large strides."Thank you." Jasmine muttered and left back to her room, but now in a sullen state.She felt she had disappointed everybody including her grandfather in the grave.She felt she had disappointed everybody including her grandfather in the grave.Now the what ifs questions was back. What if she was making the wrong decision?She shooked her head vigorously dissolving the feelings of letdown that was building up in her guts. She heard about grandpa Kingsley's condition and her doubts to continue this intensified. She shooked her head once more as she declared."{That's Lucas problems to take care of}."Just then, her phone shone bright and a call came in whose caller ID was one that made her lips curved into a little smile.It was Mrs Ray. "Your husband's lawyer has just called in to finalise your divorce, will you be available tomorrow??""Yes I will, thanks Mrs Ray.""Alright, I have some other things to say to you, I don't how you'll take this though.""Please tell me." Jasmine requested."I'm sorry, but your grandfather's company has been taken away from you"." she voiced.Jasmine's legs wobbled and she fell to the floor with the phone still in her hands."Hello.. hello.." Mrs Ray sounded from the other end as she heard no voice anymore."Do you need me to come over??"She slowly took the phone back to her ears.Although she already knew who must’ve dragged her birthright from her like this, but she still needed to confirm it."Who was it." she managed to speak.
CHAPTER FOURAfter Divorce, Ex Husband Fell In Love With Me"Mr Ethan Richardson.""And he had came with the right documents to claim everything."Jasmine tightened her fingers. Her Uncle Ethan had always despised her parents especially her father when they were still alive, and ever since they died, he had transferred the anger to her.She wondered what he had manipulated to have the company in his name now. If not, her grandfather had always hated him due to his ways of life and had willed his company to her father many years ago before they crashed in an accident. And now that grandfather had died, she was supposed to continue from there as her birthright.Then she figured out something swiftly.She could just get the documents and stand against him from taking what belonged to her. Then she realized their old house was burnt down to ashes as soon as her parents died.Just like a scissors cutting through graphics, pains pierced through her chest she tightened her fist in agony.It was all
CHAPTER FIVEJasmine stood frozen for a moment after Lucas left. The sound of the door shutting echoed through the room, snapping her out of her daze. She tightened her grip on the divorce papers, her emotions caught somewhere between relief and sorrow."Are you okay?" Mrs. Ray asked, her tone gentle yet concerned.Jasmine gave a small nod. "I’m fine, thank you for everything, Mrs. Ray. I should get going now."Mrs. Ray hesitated but eventually let her leave. Jasmine stepped outside, greeted by the cool afternoon air. She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. It was over, but the weight of what she had lost—and what she had yet to face—felt heavier than ever.She hailed a cab and gave the driver her new address. As the car sped through the city, her mind wandered to the last few years of her life. Memories of her grandfather’s warmth, the suffocating silence in her marriage, and now the uncertain future—all seemed to blur together.When the cab pulled up to her modest apartmen
CHAPTER SIXJasmine spent her morning at the bookstore rearranging the new arrivals. The work gave her a sense of satisfaction, even if it was tiring. Her life had taken on a steady rhythm, and she welcomed the predictability. But just as the day seemed to be passing uneventfully, an unexpected visitor shattered her calm.The bell above the door jingled, and Jasmine glanced up from the counter. Her hands froze mid-motion. Lucas stood there, looking out of place among the stacks of books."Lucas?" Jasmine's voice was steady, but her eyes betrayed her confusion. "What are you doing here?"He stepped closer, his gaze scanning the small store. "I was in the neighborhood," he said, his tone casual but his expression anything but.She placed the book she was holding back on the counter. "The neighborhood?" Her disbelief was evident. "You don’t even read."He smirked faintly. "People can change.""Lucas, cut to the chase. Why are you here?"He hesitated, his eyes searching hers for a moment
Chapter 7 Counter The bookstore had just opened, and Jasmine was busy dusting the shelves when the doorbell chimed, signaling the arrival of a customer. She glanced up and froze. Lucas stood in the doorway, his suit impeccably tailored as always, but his face carried an unusual hesitancy. Her fingers tightened around the cloth in her hand, and she swallowed hard. "What are you doing here?" she asked, her voice steady but cold. Lucas stepped further inside, his hands stuffed in his pockets. "We need to talk." Jasmine sighed, placing the cloth on the counter. "I don’t have time for this." "You always seem to have time for everyone else," he said, his tone tinged with frustration, "but never for me." She gave him a hard stare. "You lost the right to demand my time when you signed those divorce papers. What do you want, Lucas?" He glanced around, noticing Mrs. Henderson shuffling books behind the counter. "Somewhere private," he said, his voice quieter now. Jasmine crosse
Chapter 8 Overview Lucas’s words lingered in the stillness of the bookstore. Jasmine stood behind the counter, unsure whether to walk away or confront him. There was something in his tone—firm yet vulnerable—that made her hesitate. "What could you possibly have to say to me now, Lucas?" she asked, crossing her arms to shield herself from the flood of emotions threatening to surface. Lucas took a step closer, his gaze unwavering. "I don’t expect you to forgive me, Jasmine. I’ve messed up too much for that. But I can’t ignore this anymore. I... I miss you." Her stomach twisted at his confession. She wanted to laugh, to scoff at the audacity of his words, but her throat tightened instead. "Miss me?" she echoed, her voice laced with disbelief. "You didn’t care about me for five years. What could you possibly miss?" He exhaled sharply, his jaw tightening. "You’re right. I didn’t care the way I should have. I didn’t even realize what I had until it was gone." Jasmine shook her
Chapter 9 Jasmine woke up early in the morning, sunlight streaming through her small window. She had spent most of the night thinking about Lucas and Ethan. Lucas’s sudden visit and Ethan’s threats left her feeling uneasy. She had moved away to escape all this, but trouble seemed to follow her everywhere. She promised herself to focus on the present. Today was another chance to build a better life, even if it felt impossible sometimes. At the bookstore, Jasmine tried to stay busy. Mrs. Henderson, the kind old woman who owned the shop, greeted her with a smile. “Good morning, dear,” Mrs. Henderson said cheerfully. “Good morning,” Jasmine replied, forcing a smile. As Jasmine arranged the books on a shelf, the shop doorbell rang. She turned to see a man in a sharp suit walking in. He looked calm, but something about him made her uneasy. “Can I help you?” Jasmine asked, keeping her voice polite. The man smiled faintly. “No, just looking around.” He moved through the sho
Chapter 10 Jasmine woke up restless, her mind still spinning from everything that had happened. The day before, Lucas had handed her the folder filled with Ethan’s dirty secrets. It was proof that Ethan was using her grandfather’s company for illegal activities. Now, she had a choice—fight back or let Ethan win. But fighting back came with risks. Ethan wasn’t just greedy; he was dangerous. Her phone buzzed on the small table next to her bed. She picked it up and saw a text from Lucas: *“I found something important. Meet me at Kingston Café at 3 PM. Don’t tell anyone.”* Her stomach turned. What had Lucas uncovered now? --- At exactly 3 PM, Jasmine entered Kingston Café, scanning the crowd nervously. Lucas was in a corner booth, his face serious as he stared down at a coffee cup. “Jasmine,” he said, standing as she approached. “Lucas,” she replied, sitting across from him. “What’s this about?” Lucas slid a folder across the table. “You need to see this.” Jasmine op
CHAPTER 11Lucas stood near the large window in his penthouse, staring out at the city. Usually, the view calmed him, but tonight, it didn’t help. Jasmine was in the guest room, but being with her wasn’t comforting at all, it only made him more restless.He couldn’t forget the look on her face when she showed him the brick and the note Ethan had sent. She had acted brave, but he could see her fear, even if she tried to hide it.The sound of the door opening broke his thoughts. He turned to see Jasmine standing there, her arms crossed. She looked tired, her face pale and serious.“I couldn’t sleep,” she said softly.He nodded and gestured toward the couch. “Me neither. Come sit.”Jasmine hesitated, then slowly walked into the room and sat on the couch. Lucas stayed in his chair across from her, leaning forward.She studied him for a moment. “Why are you doing this, Lucas? You don’t owe me anything. The divorce papers are signed. We’re done.”He met her eyes. “It’s not about owing you.
Chapter 16aLucas’s sudden return into her life and Ethan's dangerous threats had unsettled her more than she cared to admit. She wanted peace, a life free from complications, but it seemed fate had other plans. Her phone buzzed on the counter, pulling her back to the present. It was a message from Mrs. Ray: *“Meet me at the law office at 11 a.m. I have important news.”* Jasmine’s heart skipped a beat. Important news? She wondered if it was about the company or Ethan's forged documents. Whatever it was, she had to be prepared. ---At exactly 11 a.m., Jasmine entered Mrs. Ray’s office. The warm, inviting space did little to ease her nerves. Mrs. Ray was already seated at her desk, a file open in front of her. “Good morning, Jasmine,” Mrs. Ray greeted with a smile. “Good morning. What’s the news?” Jasmine asked, sitting across from her. Mrs. Ray's expression turned serious. "I’ve reviewed the documents Lucas found from your grandfather's estate. They could be the key to recl
Chapter 15Jasmine stood by the window of her small apartment, watching the sun sink below the horizon. The sky was painted in shades of orange and pink, but none of it touched her heart. Her mind was tangled with worries and questions she couldn’t shake off. Leaving Lucas should have been the end of her troubles, but life seemed to have other plans. Her phone vibrated on the kitchen counter, pulling her back to the present. She picked it up and saw Mrs. Ray’s name on the screen. "Hello, Mrs. Ray," Jasmine answered. "Jasmine, are you okay?" Mrs. Ray’s voice was filled with concern. "I’m trying to be," Jasmine said, keeping her voice steady. "You need to be careful," Mrs. Ray warned. "Ethan is dangerous. He’s not the kind of man you can ignore." "I know," Jasmine admitted. "But I can’t afford security, and I don’t want to bother anyone." "You’re not bothering me," Mrs. Ray said firmly. "My door is always open for you." "Thank you," Jasmine said softly. "I mean it." Af
Chapter 17Jasmine sat by her window, staring out at the quiet street below. The world outside looked calm, but her mind wasn’t. Ethan’s threats, Lucas’s sudden reappearance, and Mrs. Ray’s warnings were all swirling inside her. She tried to focus on the small notebook in front of her, filled with goals and ideas for her future, but her thoughts kept drifting. Her phone buzzed, breaking her concentration. She glanced at the screen—it was a message from Mrs. Ray. *“Call me when you can. I have something important to tell you.”* Jasmine sighed and picked up the phone, dialing Mrs. Ray’s number. “Good morning, Jasmine,” Mrs. Ray greeted warmly. “Morning,” Jasmine replied. “I got your message. What’s going on?” Mrs. Ray’s tone turned serious. “I’ve been hearing things about Ethan. He’s been reaching out to some dangerous people. I don’t know the details, but it sounds like he’s planning something.” Jasmine felt her stomach twist. “What do you mean, dangerous people?” “I me
Chapter 16Jasmine sat by the window of her small apartment, staring blankly at the city lights outside. Her notebook lay open on the table beside her, filled with unfinished plans and reminders of the new life she was trying to build. But no matter how hard she tried, her thoughts kept circling back to Lucas. The man she had spent five years with was suddenly everywhere—at the bookstore, at her apartment, and now in her thoughts. She didn’t want to care, but his apology had stirred something inside her. Was he being sincere? Did it even matter? Before she could dwell further, a sharp knock on the door jolted her. She hesitated, her mind racing. “Who is it?” she called, trying to steady her voice. “It’s Mrs. Ray,” came the reply. Relief washed over her as she hurried to open the door. Standing there was Mrs. Ray, holding a large tote bag and wearing a warm smile. “I thought you could use some company,” Mrs. Ray said, stepping inside. “And I brought dinner. You can’t keep l
Chapter 15Jasmine sat on the worn-out couch in her small apartment, staring at the notebook on the coffee table. Its pages were filled with half-scribbled plans—ideas for a fresh start, notes on businesses she wanted to explore, and affirmations reminding her to stay strong. Yet, tonight, those words felt like empty promises. The silence in her apartment, usually comforting, now felt heavy.Lucas’s sudden reappearance at the bookstore lingered in her mind. His apology had been unexpected, and though she wanted to dismiss it, the sincerity in his eyes was hard to ignore.A sharp knock on the door startled her from her thoughts. She froze, her heart leaping to her throat.Who could it be at this hour?Peering through the peephole, she sucked in a breath. Lucas stood there, his broad shoulders slightly hunched as though bracing himself for rejection. His tailored suit, always a symbol of his confidence, now seemed out of place against the backdrop of her modest hallway.She debated igno
Chapter 14 Lucas stood near the window of Jasmine’s apartment, his tall frame tense as he stared out into the quiet street. Jasmine sat on the couch, her knees pulled up to her chest, hugging a throw pillow. Her thoughts were racing, but Lucas broke the silence. “We can’t let Ethan get away with this,” he said, his tone firm. Jasmine looked up at him, tired and skeptical. “How exactly do you plan to stop him? He has everything—money, power, connections. What do I have? Nothing.” Lucas turned to her, his blue eyes sharp and determined. “You have me.” She scoffed, shaking her head. “You? Since when, Lucas? Since when do you care about what happens to me?” His jaw tightened, but he didn’t back down. “I’ve made mistakes. I’ll admit that. I should have done better by you, Jasmine. But right now, I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere.” “Why?” she asked, her voice cracking with the weight of her emotions. “Why now? After everything?” “Because I can’t stand to see him ruin you,”
Chapter 13Jasmine stared at the tiny crack in her apartment ceiling, the dim light of her bedside lamp casting shadows across the walls. She had moved to this modest room to start over, to rebuild her life piece by piece. But tonight, the weight of everything pressed down on her. Ethan’s threats, Lucas’s sudden interest in her life—it all felt like too much. A sharp knock on the door made her sit up quickly, her heart skipping a beat. She wasn’t expecting anyone."Who is it?" she called, her voice steady despite the unease crawling up her spine.“It’s me,” Lucas’s voice came through, firm and familiar. Her stomach tightened. Why was he here? She considered ignoring him, but the persistent knock came again.Jasmine got up and opened the door slightly, peeking through the gap. Lucas stood there, tall and imposing, his blue eyes piercing as they met hers. His expression was serious, his jaw set like he was ready for a fight.“What do you want?” she asked, not bothering to hide the irr
Chapter 12Jasmine stood by the window. She stared out into the quiet street below, she was completely lost in her thoughts. Instantly Lucas stepped into the living room, his footsteps were barely heard.He clearly remembered his conversation with Jasmine the other day, and he really doesn't know what he truly knows, they he knew Jasmine parents were already dead, and she's all alone after they divorced, but him requesting for a second chance from her, is sometimes he definitely knows might not or might work out, it's like a game of chance and luck for him.“They’re finally asleep,” Lucas said, referring to their twins. He walked closer, his presencev both calming and firm. “What’s on your mind, Jasmine?” She turned slightly, glancing at him before looking back out the window. “Ethan,” she admitted. Her voice was quiet but laced with worry. “I keep thinking about what he’ll do next. He doesn’t give up, Lucas. You know that.” Lucas nodded, his jaw tightening as a flicker of anger p
CHAPTER 11Lucas stood near the large window in his penthouse, staring out at the city. Usually, the view calmed him, but tonight, it didn’t help. Jasmine was in the guest room, but being with her wasn’t comforting at all, it only made him more restless.He couldn’t forget the look on her face when she showed him the brick and the note Ethan had sent. She had acted brave, but he could see her fear, even if she tried to hide it.The sound of the door opening broke his thoughts. He turned to see Jasmine standing there, her arms crossed. She looked tired, her face pale and serious.“I couldn’t sleep,” she said softly.He nodded and gestured toward the couch. “Me neither. Come sit.”Jasmine hesitated, then slowly walked into the room and sat on the couch. Lucas stayed in his chair across from her, leaning forward.She studied him for a moment. “Why are you doing this, Lucas? You don’t owe me anything. The divorce papers are signed. We’re done.”He met her eyes. “It’s not about owing you.