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 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 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 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 ONEAfter Divorce, Ex Husband Fell In Love With MeIt was her grandfather's funeral and the world couldn't be more weighing down on her.She felt she had lost all hope to live.When she was just a little girl and her parents passed away leaving her behind, her grandfather had took her in and treated her like she was his immediate daughter. She loved him so much.It has being three month since he passed away, and her heart had been shredded to several pieces since then. She doesn't care about anything anymore just like she had lost the hope to live. Her grandfather who initiated everything was gone now, what was left?She sniffed in bitterly as she concluded with herself to serve Lucas a divorce paper as soon as she gets home.Lucas never wanted it anyways, hence there was no need to stay any longer. Her eyes held coldness in them and her focus was far away, thinking of how to get away from Lucas whom she considered a devil.She sniffed in, fighting the tears threatening to drop her
CHAPTER TWOAfter Divorce, Ex Husband Fell In Love With MeHer cold stare lingering from her head down to her feet."What are you doing here?” she muttered, checking her out once more."You're not even Lucas type, why do you keep coming back? Stop wasting your time, he likes it like this, not way too calm of a b!tch like you." She Beamed, pointing at herself.Jasmine didn't come all the way here to exchange words with some cheap b!tch who allowed herself to be used as a toy by Lucas, hence she motioned forward to go in, but she blocked her way."Excuse me, I want to see your boss." Jasmine muttered since she seemed to want to hear her voice so much."Do you have an appointment?" She asked disdainfully.Jasmine realised she needed an appointment to be able to see a big CEO of a company like Lucas, the last time she came here, her grandfather had given her a paper which seemed like an appointment even though she never used it, as she had met him having his affairs. And today she came all by h
CHAPTER THREEAfter Divorce, Ex Husband Fell In Love With MeLeo 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'
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 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.
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 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