All Chapters of Marrying the Ex Uncle: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

One Week Later Amanda's POV I woke up feeling hollow and bruised in ways I couldn't explain. Everything felt agonizing, even down to the way Quinn had barely looked at me since that day; the regret was practically written across his face. What kind of jerk sleeps with a woman and calls it a mistake the next day? I knew we weren't fond of each other, but that was too much, even for me. The night of our honeymoon might have changed something between us or maybe given us some bridge over the chasm we kept finding ourselves in, but I was wrong. I was completely wrong. It seemed as if things were worse than when we first met. Before, Quinn could look at me, even if he had something mean to say. The last few days, he hadn't taken a glance at me or said a word to me. I was being avoided like a plague. Apparently, it meant nothing to him. He made that clear, or maybe I was the fool for hoping anything between us could be real. It wasn't just Quinn, though. That day was Logan's day, in

Chapter 103Amanda's POVThe first question that came to my mind was why Mrs Rosalina was walking towards me. I didn't want any trouble with anyone. I still didn't know what happened after Quinn left the hospital that day, and I had not even bothered asking. But I noticed that Mrs Rosalina had become even meaner for some reason. I did not miss the glares she threw my way, and the way she rolled her eyes whenever I began to speak or tried to make a point. I mean, she never liked me. But now it was just worse. For a second I contemplated walking away in the other direction just to avoid her. But it was already too late since she had her eyes fixed on me. I definitely was no coward, so I stood there and pretended not to notice. She finally reached where I was standing and I felt her eyes flit up and down as she observed me. "The event is about to start," she said. "Do you need an invitation? Don't you know you're supposed to be seated by now?"I looked around. "Everyone is still loiter

Quinn's POVAmanda's hands felt soft and smooth in mine, so delicate that I almost never wanted to let go. I had almost forgotten how much I missed having her hand in mine. It had only been a few days but for some reason it felt like forever. I longed to pull her close and kiss her, soft and passionately to make up for all the days I had been unable to hold her. When she emerged from the closet this morning clad in that beautiful dress that did wonders for her figure, I'd almost lost it. I couldn't get over how gorgeous she looked. I'd wanted to scoop her up in my arms and kiss her then, but I restrained myself from doing so. Instead I walked out of the room and waited for her in the car instead. Cursing under my breath and waiting in the car till she got there was not an easy task. I thought that was the last of it, the last of the torture I thought I would have to endure. But then we got to the venue. Amanda looked so beautiful, a vision in the midst of everyone present. All the ma

Quinn’s POV “Are you kidding?” I scowled and peered into her eyes, “there’s a family event going and you want to what? Leave right in the middle of it?”She broke our gaze and stuffed more clothes into her duffle bag. “I’ll have you know, Quinn, that I don’t care!” “I see, and you want to take with you that bag so that everyone will know that our marriage is fake? You might as well announce it in the media.” My voice took a colder edge than I expected.“Quinn!” She yelled and whipped her head to face me. Her eyes were defiant and she held the duffel bag loosely in one hand.“This contract….us..” she gestured between the both of us. “Is all I have thought about. I know about the contract, as a matter of fact I can’t forget about it but there is no fucking where in the contract where it is stated that I couldn’t have a damn break from it!”I held her form in silence.“I need some fresh air, a break from the contract!” She brushed her hair back and blew out raspberries. “Everything abo

Quinn's POVI was so shocked that I couldn't believe what was happening right now. If anyone told me I would ever see Miranda again, I would have called them a liar. Seeing her walk through the doors sent a jolt of shock through my entire being. It was the last thing I ever expected, and she was the last person I ever expected to see. It felt like seeing a ghost, like watching an old part of your life just come back in so suddenly. For a second I couldn't do anything other than just stare at her in shock. I was startled, unsettled, surprised, a bit pleased….as a matter of fact I was feeling so many emotions at a time that I couldn't put my finger on it. I tried to remember the last time I ever saw Miranda and it seemed like such a long time ago. When she'd begun to talk, I just couldn't take it anymore. I had to understand what this was about. So I grabbed her arm and led her out of the room, dragging her down to another part of the house where we could be alone. And now as we stood