CHAPTER TWO
After Divorce, Ex Husband Fell In Love With Me
Her 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 herself, it was going to be a tough one hence she turned around to leave. But no, she really needed to give him this before it gets cold and she began feeling bad and then agreed to lifetime misery.She turned around and spoke politely with the secretary once again."Can you tell him, Jasmine is here to see him.""No, he's in a meeting right now and you can't see him."Jasmine was on the verge of loosing it now when she pushed the secretary aside and hopped in while she sprung after her."You can't badge in like that! you can't.. you can't.." She kept yelling until Jasmine got to his office and held his door opened at once."I'm sorry Sir, she just wouldn't listen." He raised his brows upon her appearance and turned politely to his secretary."It's okay, you can go, she's a family." Lucas muttered and she left.Jasmine entered to meet some other guys, almost five of them in his office dressed in the same coperate way.He seemed to be in a meeting."What brings you to my office??" He asked in his gentle manly voice. The voice whom Jasmine hated the most, while he sounded cool and organised, he was the most dangerous person she had ever met.Jasmine stood and refused to speak, hoping he'd asked his colleagues to leave since her topic was rather sensitive.Lucas looking at her knew what she was thinking."As you can see, we were in a meeting before you badged in, you can either say what you came here to say or leave."He muttered. The fact he was surprised about her sudden visit, was not hidden."You wouldn't want me to say it in their presence." Her heart was thumbing fast, but she managed to concealed it."Say it." "Okay, I came with a paper that'll require your signature."Lucas raised a brow at her, wondering what documents she must've brought, was she selling off her grandfather's company already??He watched as she snuggled an envelope out of her bag.He swiftly collected it from her hand as he had no seconds to waste for her.And just as he opened it, words left his throat, and he just had to asked them to leave him for a moment.When they walked out and closed the door behind them, he stood up from where he sat with an unbelievable scoffs escaping his lungs. This was shocking to him."You want a divorce??" He asked.Jasmine nodded firmly getting him more shocked.She was really ready. "I thought you were okay with everything.""Yes I was, but I think it's time to put an end to this sham.""Sham??" Lucas tilted his head aside."We've been married for over five years now, and all of a sudden you want out??""Yes, five good years of misery." She almost yelled recalling all the tearful nights and lonely moments she had in that huge house."What do you need? a new car?? vacation??" Jasmine scoffed at his guts, the fact that he thought everything was all about his money also irked her to her bone marrow. Even though her grandfather's company was not among the tops, she could atleast get a new car from there if she wanted. Why does he think she needed his money so much?"Tell me what the f*ck you want and get out.""Divorce! that's all I want." She answered resolutely and dashed out of the office banging the door behind her.Lucas sat down quietly as he thought about what had gone wrong and why she suddenly had to opt out for something she had been okay with for the past five years of her life.Then he concluded to himself. He had nothing to lose anyways. If she wanted a divorce, then that shouldn't be a problem. He would give her, after all she was of no use or whatsoever to his life.He picked up his pen to sign the papers., but he kept wondering."Jasmine?" With his head tilted aside, he muttered. His pen down on the papers but to sign was a big problem for him, which made him wondered why. Not like he had ever fancied her, then why?He was still in thoughts when his door flickered opened, revealing his friend Jack. "That was an aggressive bitch right there." Jack voiced."Just keep quiet, you don't know her.""Who's she ??""Ask that later, for now let's round up the meeting, call the rest." He muttered giving him a tired and confused look."Alright alright.. but you must later.." Just as Jack left, Lucas stood up and dashed out of his office.He couldn't concentrate anymore and must go out to find out why."Are you available right now?" He called and spoke to someone who agreed to his question almost immediately."Meet me at five star hotel." He ended his call and drove recklessly out of the company. Maybe after having a nice moment with one of his b!tch, he should be able to think properly.Then he saw that his phone began ringing. Seeing it was Jack, he turned it off immediately and head on to the only place he believed could clear off his head.
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Jasmine held on her chest while she sat at a corner of her room with streams of tears dripping down her eyes.Was she making the right decision?She wondered if her late grandfather would be happy with her after she does this. She sniffed in bitterly.Right before he died, he had asked her if she was happy in her marriage.She replied a yes, accompanied with a bright smile that hide all the pains and nightmares she was going through in her marriage.And what was she supposed to tell him, he was terribly sick and on a life support machine, telling him she wasn't doing well with Lucas would've got him worried and triggered a heart attack and probably had him died before this time.Then her phone flickered bright, showing her an image from one of Lucas b!tch yet again."This was the clothes he was wearing when I met him earlier." she muttered almost in whispers., she couldn't be more disgusted at him. It only meant he truly never cared for her.She swiftly cleaned her face and stood up to her bed.This was supposed to be a happy moment for her. The moment she leave this wicked and inconsiderate man for her mental health and a more happier life.She left to her kitchen and came back with a bottle of wine and a glass cup.When she filled it, her eyes held excitement."Cheers to a happy life ahead." she beamed and downed the cup immediately.
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"Guy, you faltered the meeting, what's up with you?" Leo asked.When Lucas got back, he felt he couldn't go home to meet Jasmine and decided to go to their hang out spot unknown to him Leo was also there."Heyy, Xup,." Jack showed up, and Lucas just had to hiss.He was always known to be the troublesome and poke nosing one among them."Why did you leave like that? you went to a b!tch right??""It's none of your f*cking business, can you now sit." "Of course I will, who was that gurl earlier.. can I get her contact?? like she's got the curve, the height and face and even the aura. I really want her contact bruh.""No." It came out from his throat in an almost icy cold voice.Jack formed a fake shiver."That was way too cold..""Can you leave him alone?? but is telling us who she really was that hard for you, Lucas?" Leo butt in."He said she was a family, all I need is her contact. I want her and I wouldn't hurt her bruh, just set me up!" Jack muttered almost yelling coupled with a frustrated look."No!" "But why??""Because she's my wife!"
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 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 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