All Chapters of You're Mine, Ex-wife!: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

The tension in the room was thick, almost tangible, as Davidson and Aaron faced each other with rising hostility. I watched the scene unfold with weariness, knowing that their bickering would lead us nowhere. I stepped forward, my hands raised in a gesture of peace, and a small, disarming smile played upon my lips as I interjected, "It's okay, you two. There's no need to quarrel here."My words seemed to hang for a moment before gently landing on their prideful stances, encouraging a reluctant calm. "Aaron, that's enough," I added with a firm but gentle tone. Aaron, whose stance had been rigid with defiance, turned to look at me, his expression softening as he acknowledged my intervention with a silent nod.The room's atmosphere shifted slightly, away from confrontation and toward concern. Aaron's voice took on a different quality, one tinged with genuine worry as he addressed me, "I was afraid something bad had happened to you. When I heard from the news that you were unconscious and

Aaron's eyes periodically darted around the interior of the car, searching for any sort of medicinal aid that could alleviate the cold that had taken hold of me. However, his search was in vain; the car was devoid of any such remedy.Sensing the urgency of the situation, Aaron glanced at me with a proposition, "Let's go back to the hospital so the nurses can check on you," he said, his voice laced with concern.I quickly dismissed the idea with a wave of my hand. "Nah, I'll be okay. I just need to get home," I insisted, trying to reassure him with my words.He shot me a skeptical look, the worry still evident in his eyes. "Are you sure?" he pressed.A genuine smile broke through my shivering as I met his gaze, "I'm sure," I affirmed, my confidence hopefully enough to assuage his concern.With my reassurance, Aaron seemed to accept my decision. He turned his attention back to the road, the car's engine humming steadily as he continued to drive along the streets, now directed towards my

As the memories of the previous night continued to swirl in my mind, I sat up fully in the hospital bed and noticed that Allison was still asleep. Taking a deep breath, I rubbed my eyes and glanced at the clock on the wall, only to be startled by the realization that it was already 11 a.m."How did I sleep for so long?" I murmured to myself, a hint of surprise in my voice. Frowning, I reached into my pocket and retrieved my phone, intending to call Charlotte, but my heart sank when I saw that her number was not reachable.Frustrated by the dead phone line, I decided it was time to leave. As I prepared to stand up, a sudden sound made me freeze in place. Clear as day, I heard Allison's voice calling out my name."Dylan!" her voice rang out, breaking the silence of the hospital room. Startled, I turned towards her, finding her eyes fluttering open, gazing at me with confusion and relief.Allison's voice, tinged with sleep and vulnerability, echoed in the room, creating a moment of unexp

In the heat of the moment, a rush of emotions and desire consumed me as Dylan's touch ignited a fire within. As we shared a passionate kiss, I couldn't help but think, "This is it. This is everything I've yearned for from Dylan, and now it's happening."Feeling surrender and longing, I allowed myself to be carried away by the intensity of the moment. With each caress, each touch, Dylan's hands explored my body, sparking sensations that sent shivers down my very spine.As I lay slowly beneath him, our lips locked in a fervent embrace, Dylan's hands began to trail along my clothes, his touch sending waves of pleasure through me. Sensing his desire, I mirrored his actions, assisting in the unbuttoning and pulling off of my clothes, our movements close in a shared love of passion.The room was filled with the sound of our mingled breaths and soft moans, the air heavy with anticipation and longing. In that intimate space, I found myself lost in the intensity of the moment, wholly consumed

With purpose, I strode across the room, each step propelling me closer to the impending confrontation. My hand reached out and grasped the cool metal of the car keys from the tabletop, their jingle a chime of readiness.Exiting the house, I slipped into the driver's seat of my car, a sanctuary of solitude where my thoughts could echo freely. I inserted the key into the ignition, the engine coming to life with a reassuring purr. The dashboard lights blinked into existence, a constellation of guidance for the journey ahead.I shifted into gear, a silent declaration to the night. The car rolled forward, gathering speed as I navigated the empty streets. The houses blurred past, each one a silent witness to my anger.The Harmon mansion loomed before me, its grandeur casting an imposing shadow under the fading twilight. As I stepped through the towering front doors, the familiar scent of polished wood and antique furniture greeted me, a stark contrast to the tension that tightened around my