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CHAPTER TWENTY: BAD IDEAS AND SMOOTH THIGHS
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2025-03-10 06:20:47
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Dear Ex-Husband, Revenge is Mine! CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE: THE WORST FUCKING DINNER
IRIS I should have had something to eat before coming here.It wasn’t that the food looked bad—because holy shit, it didn't. The dining table had been set with crystal glasses, gold-plated silverware… Everything looked expensive. Exquisite.But the problem wasn't the food. It was the company.In all honesty, I’d only been here not more than twice as I wasn’t invited a lot by Quentin. Quentin had never liked me.He sat at the head of the table, his expression neutral. Across from me sat Sebastian, expression smug as ever, like he knew something I didn't.And beside him, Eleanor.I had to fight the sickening urge to grab a butter knife and stab her just for breathing in my direction.But I didn't. Instead, I did the only rational thing that was going to help me deal with the Sinclairs.I poured myself a glass of red vintage wine.Maverick’s hand landed subtly on mine before I could lift it to my lips. I turned to glare at him.“Pace yourself,” he warned, his voice low. “You haven't sta
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-10Dear Ex-Husband, Revenge is Mine! CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO: SIT UP FOR ME
MAVERICK I leaned against the car, my hands clasped together on the roof as I exhaled slowly through my nose.Breathing exercises did nothing to ease the irritation pulsing through my veins. My fingers were itching to curl into fists again.I should have hit him. I should have fucking hit him. But with Iris’s hand on my arm, hitting Sebastian’s smug fucking face would have put her in danger too.And I would’ve given Sebastian exactly what he wanted.A reaction.“Fuck,” I cursed, letting out another slow breath. Then, glancing at the backseat, I sighed.Iris lay in the backseat, her cheeks flushed from her wine and her lashes fluttering as she fought the drowsy effects. She was quiet now, but too quiet.Bringing her to this dinner was a fucking bad idea, and we knew that.I wasn’t angry at her for drinking and ignoring my warnings. I understood why she did it.But watching Iris down glass after glass brought back memories I had buried so deep in my mind.With a sigh, I climbed into th
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-10Dear Ex-Husband, Revenge is Mine! CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE: FIRST AID AND TEMPTATIONS
IRIS The sound of something shattering woke me up from sleep.I sat upright, my pulse racing. I pressed my head against my forehead and looked around the room.It was still dark, and my mind was still a bit foggy from the wine, but I could think more clearly now.And then it happened again and again. Dull heavy thuds, followed by the unmistakable sound of something being destroyed. I threw the covers off, pulling one of my t-shirts on. My bare feet hit the cold floor as I rushed toward the noise. I followed the sound down the hall, my heart sinking into my stomach.Whatever was going on, whatever Maverick was doing, was hurting him.And then I saw it. The door to Maverick’s bedroom was slightly open, the dim lights from his bedside lamp didn't reveal much, but as I pushed the door open without hesitation, I saw EVERYTHING.The floor was a mess. Everything ranging from one of the bedside lamps and the furniture was turned upside down. My breath caught when I saw Maverick.He stood i
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-10Dear Ex-Husband, Revenge is Mine! CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR: ANGEL FANTASIES
IRIS Maverick’s hand twitched against my waist, his jaw tightening as he exhaled sharply through his nose. For a fleeting second, I thought he might ignore his phone ringing in the room. Thought he might pull me down to finish what he started.But then his hand slipped from my waist, and just like that, the moment was over.He stood up, walking out of the bathroom towards the sound of his ringing phone.I swallowed hard, taking a deep breath as I heard his deep voice echo throughout the entire room. “Maverick Sinclair.”I wondered who the hell was even calling this late into the night, but it wasn't my concern.I walked out of the bathroom, heading towards his bedroom door. It was only when I was at the door that I looked back and found Maverick staring after me, phone pressed to his ear as he hummed.Neither of us said a word to each other. I left.And by the time I climbed into bed, my heart was still pounding, my entire body was on fire. We had come so close. So fucking close to k
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-10Dear Ex-Husband, Revenge is Mine! CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE: MEETINGS AND UNKNOWN NUMBERS
IRIS The morning light filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows, the glow reflecting across the insanely sleek, modern kitchen. Everything about Maverick’s house screamed wealth and power.But none of that mattered now.Because I had been standing in front of the world’s most complicated coffee maker for the past ten minutes, trying to figure out how to turn it on.I pressed a button. Nothing happened. I pressed another. The machine made a low humming noise, and for a second, I thought I had finally won.But then it beeped. Loudly.I jumped back with my eyes wide. “Oh come on,” I muttered under my breath, pressing buttons at random. I was hungover and I needed my fucking coffee. “This fucking thing,” I cursed.A soft laugh came from behind me. “Struggling with the machine, are we?”Startled, I turned around and found myself face to face with an older woman, maybe in her mid-sixties. She had silver-streaked black hair that was pulled back in a neat bun, and she had the warmest,
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-11Dear Ex-Husband, Revenge is Mine! CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX: DISTRACTIONS AND SNAKES
MAVERICK I was distracted. And that had never happened before. I never let my personal life interfere with my work life.But Iris Blake had somehow wormed her way into my mind.It wasn’t supposed to be like this. I wasn't supposed to be thinking about her.I almost tripped when I saw her this morning. She was wearing a t-shirt with a pair of shorts. And seeing her in that t-shirt, the same goddamn t-shirt that she was wearing when she came to my room last night…It made me fucking hard for her all over again. I couldn't stop thinking of how close we’d come to kissing each other last night. I wondered what would have happened if that call never came in. Would we have taken it a step further? Would we have taken it two steps further?I’d never know.Cold showers were slowly becoming my favorite pastime.I exhaled sharply, pinching the bridge of my nose. I needed to get my shit together and concentrate. There was no room for distractions.A knock on my office door pulled me from my thou
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-11Dear Ex-Husband, Revenge is Mine! CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN: WORK FOR ME
IRIS It had been hours since I received that text from the unknown number, and frankly, I was so tempted to block the number. I’d texted back: ‘Who is this?’ in the morning, and now it was evening.And I hadn't gotten a reply.It wasn’t that I cared about the text itself. I wasn’t worried that Maverick was a serial killer or anything. He just had a past. A mysterious past. Maverick was the most cryptic person I had ever met, besides myself.It wouldn’t hurt to… get a little information.As if on cue, I heard him coming down the stairs. I sat in the living room, watching as he walked to the kitchen in a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt. Nothing extravagant.And yet, somehow, the sight of him almost made my knees buckle.I hated to admit it, but I’d actually missed his presence while he was at work. Whether Maverick was brooding or in a fairly good mood, it was nice having him around me. Maybe I was just lonely.I stood up, heading towards the kitchen as I watched him warm up some of
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-12Dear Ex-Husband, Revenge is Mine! CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT: I’M SO FUCKED
MAVERICK I needed a cold fucking shower.I pulled my shirt over my head, tossing it onto the counter before stepping into the glass enclosure. As soon as the water hit my skin, I exhaled, willing the coolness of the water to help me forget what the fuck just happened downstairs.But it didn't help.Because my body was still tight. Hard. My mind was still consumed by thoughts of Iris Blake.And those damn scrubs.I’d never had a fantasy about fucking a nurse in scrubs until I met Iris.I wanted to tear those fucking pants in the middle and feast on her from behind. And then slide my cock into her waiting pussy.I slammed my bandaged hand against the marble wall, my jaw tightening. Iris.She had gotten under my skin in a way I didn't know how to pull her out.I tried to avoid her. Tried to keep my distance, but somehow I just ended up pissing her off even more and demanding my attention.Tonight, in the kitchen, she just stood there. Challenging me. That sharp fucking mouth of hers dar
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-12
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Dear Ex-Husband, Revenge is Mine! CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWO: PROMISE ME
IRIS “What are you going to do?” That was Megan’s question after Dwayne had stormed out. There had been an uncomfortable silence in the room for a while, both Megan and I lost in our thoughts. Me thinking about Maverick and Amethyst, and Megan?Well…“I don’t know,” I answered honestly, crossing my arms in front of my chest as I leaned back in my seat. “Maverick wasn’t exactly clear on what he was going to do to me.”I hated that I sounded bitter when I said that, but I couldn't help it.Maverick was about to do away with me. I was sure of it. This was going to be the end. That, maybe I could deal with. Maybe I could forfeit all the drama and the plans for revenge that we hadn’t even started to go into yet.But, Amethyst?How was I going to beg Maverick not to take her from me? The look in his eyes, him wanting to be alone with her…My greatest fear had come to life. Maverick was going to take Amy from me, and he was probably going to marry Layla because of how attached they were
Dear Ex-Husband, Revenge is Mine! CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND ONE: NO FUCKING WAY
IRIS The first thing I heard as soon as I opened the door to Megan’s room was the soft, steady beeping of the heart monitor.Other than that, it was quiet. Dwayne sat beside her bed, his elbows on his knees, head in his hands. His entire body was tense. Too still.The doctors said that Megan had woken up earlier, but now, she was asleep.“Hey,” I whispered.Dwayne’s head snapped up, and he looked at me warily, then shifted his gaze tp the door like he was expecting someone to come in.“Where’s Maverick?”I took a seat across from him. “With Amethyst.”That answer alone multiplied the tension in the room. Dwayne heaved a sigh, his hand moving to the back of his neck. And when his eyes met mine, he gave me a sheepish smile.“Sorry for my outburst earlier,” he muttered. “I was just—”“Dwayne,” I interrupted. “There’s no need to apologize, okay? I should be the one apologizing.”His eyes widened slightly and I swallowed nervously. “And you were right. This happened because of me. If Me
Dear Ex-Husband, Revenge is Mine! CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED: I’LL SAVE YOU A SEAT
IRIS I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised that the moment things went south, Layla would swoop in and try to “fix” things.But that still didn’t soften the hurt that I felt. Seeing Maverick wrap his arms around the girl that so obviously wanted him, was heartbreaking, to say the least. It pulled at something inside of me that shouldn’t have been pulled at all.But I had to remind myself that Maverick wasn’t mine. And that even if he was, I deserved whatever he was dishing out at me right now.Dwayne gave me a short glance, and I could see a hint of… worry or pity in his expression.And then, shaking his head at the scene before us, he disappeared into the corner, heading toward Megan’s room.I should’ve turned around. Should’ve taken one look at Maverick’s arms around her and left without saying a word. But I couldn't.My legs had frozen in place. My lungs refused to work.And my heart?God, my heart was cracking wide open.Layla turned slightly in mavericks arms, noticing me stan
Dear Ex-Husband, Revenge is Mine! CHAPTER NINETY-NINE: SIX FEET UNDER
MAVERICK Fucking hell.I stood outside the hospital, staring at the hood of my car like it had personally betrayed me.My pulse thundered nonstop in my ears and my knuckles ached from how tightly I’d been clenching my fists.I was going to fucking lose itI had a daughter. My own flesh and blood. And Iris Blake had kept her from me.It was funny, really. I didn’t even know if I was mad at her for hiding her in plain sight, or mad at myself for not figuring it out sooner.Before I could realize what I was doing, my fist was coming down against the roof of my car. Hard. I felt the impact from my fist down to my shoulder, but I didn’t care.So fucking stupid. That’s what I was. Too fucking stupid and lenient to dig into a woman who was important to my plan.But then again, maybe I just didn’t want to find out.With a sharp grunt, I started to punch down on my car again, but a voice stopped me short.“Careful there, bro.”I turned to see Dwayne walking toward me, hands in his pockets. He
Dear Ex-Husband, Revenge is Mine! CHAPTER NINETY-EIGHT: WORDS LEFT UNSAID
IRIS The expression on Maverick’s face was either going to make me lose my breath, or ruin me. Either way, I was going to die. I shouldn’t have said that. Definitely shouldn’t have included Maverick in the list of the Sinclairs that I didn’t trust, but I couldn’t help it. I just… couldn’t trust him. But I couldn’t also help but feel like I’d made a horrible mistake. Not a mistake as horrible as keeping his daughter from him, but horrible nonetheless. Maverick sneered at me, and in a flash, my back slammed hard against the wall with my hands above my head. Maverick had pinned both my hands against the wall with one of his. “Give me one instance,” he seethed. “One instance where I made you feel like you couldn’t trust me. Where I caused you damage like you say the Sinclairs do.” I didn’t respond. Not because I didn’t want to, or because I couldn't. But because I didn’t have an answer to Maverick’s question. My lips remained parted, but no words came out. His jaw
Dear Ex-Husband, Revenge is Mine! CHAPTER NINETY-SEVEN: ALL YOU SINCLAIRS
MAVERICK I knew. Of course I fucking knew. I’d suspected for a long time, but I just didn’t want to find out. Didn’t want to believe that Iris would keep something as serious as this from me. My own daughter. Even after everything that Iris and I had been through, she had kept her from me. Had even fucking begged me not to dig into her. I should’ve. Respecting Iris’s wishes was a decision that I was going to regret for the rest of my life. “Maverick…” Iris’s voice cracked as she trailed off. That was all she could manage at this point. My name. Because there was nothing she could say or do to fix this. Dwayne arched his brow at me. “Yeah,” he muttered through his teeth. “That’s the fucking reaction I’ve been looking for.” Last week, Dwayne had told me that Megan had slipped and said something that hinted at Iris being Amethyst’s mother. I’d though it was a ridiculous mistake because there was no damn way that it was true. That didn’t mean I was able to stop thinking
Dear Ex-Husband, Revenge is Mine! CHAPTER NINETY-SIX: MY BABY
IRIS Megan.My baby.My baby. My baby. My baby.I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. Couldn’t even speak.I was a zombie when Maverick led me to his car. A zombie when he drove, but not oblivious to the worried stares that he kept throwing my way.But before Maverick had even parked the car in front of the hospital, I was already out. Already running inside. The ground was cold beneath my bare feet. At some point, I’d taken my shoes off, and I hadn’t even noticed. I had no idea where they were.“Iris!” I heard Maverick call behind me, but I was already disappearing through the doors. “Wait!”I was a zombie when I walked over to the reception. The nurses looked at me expectantly, waiting for me to say something.Anything.But I couldn’t. Even though my mouth opened, no words came out. My throat, my breathing. It was all constricted. Fear and panic wrapped themselves tightly around my chest, gripping me so harshly. Rendering me speechless.“How can we help you, Miss?”“My…m–my b—”“A w
Dear Ex-Husband, Revenge is Mine! CHAPTER NINETY-FIVE: THE OBSERVER
IRIS “You know, it never really made sense why Layla would dye her hair until I saw you in this dress,” Ryan said as we turned into a corner.His gaze assessed me from top to bottom, and he had a slightly amused smirk on his face. “You look gorgeous, by the way.”I cleared my throat, shifting on my feet. “Thank you.”“I really wish my sister wasn’t so obsessed with that fucking guy. I hope you’ll excuse her shortcomings, Iris.”My brows shot up as I scoffed. “Shortcomings?”Ryan’s perfectly white teeth showed as he grinned, and I realized with a start that he had dimples on both cheeks.There was no doubt about Ryan’s gorgeousness. His blond hair was tousled stylishly and he had on a black button-down shirt that was tucked into same colored slacks.He was handsome in a way that was… rugged. Carefree.And I… was noticing way too much about him.Well, forgive me for being blinded by his smile.“Maybe a little more than shortcomings.” He let out a chuckle. “My sister can be… intense.”I
Dear Ex-Husband, Revenge is Mine! CHAPTER NINETY-FOUR: QUENTIN, THE DRUNK
IRIS “Oh, you have got to be kidding me,” I muttered under my breath as Layla catwalked toward us, in the same hair and dress color as me. I mean, I could look past the dress because I didn’t really care about that. But… the hair? Was she that much of a psycho that she would change the color of her hair? “What are you doing, Layla?” I heard Maverick ask as she came to a stop in front of us. Layla assessed me from my head to my toes, an amused smile playing on her lips, and then she turned to Maverick, an innocent, wide-eyed look on her face. “Whatever do you mean, Mav?” Maverick clenched his jaw, his gaze steady as he glared at her. “Layla.” Layla let out a laugh, reaching for her hair to play with the strands. “Oh, you mean this? I wanted to try something new.” She pouted. “Are you upset? I know how much you loved my blonde hair. You said you never wanted me to dye it, remember?” Maverick’s arm tightened around my waist, the only sign that Layla’s taunts were affecti
