All Chapters of Ex-Husbands, I'm Back: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Lyra peered curiously at the web page of her browser, which was littered with similar headlines relating to a controversial photo that, according to them, was breaking the internet.The moment she clicked on the first one, her eyes narrowed. She glanced at Aria, who was standing at the other end of the table, and was nodding back knowingly.She suppressed a smile on her face as she went back to looking into the screen; this time she could not help but let out a sarcastic laugh because the image on her screen was that of no one else but Dante himself, but that wasn't just it.The eye-catching thing about the picture was what he was putting on. It was a bespoke suit from her latest collection of designs. Underneath the picture, the headline read thus: "Mr. Snub of the Year goes to Rival CEO Dante Cooper as he picks a competitor's design over a family's own."Lyra let out another laugh, looking genuinely amused. Inwardly, she was wondering why he would go to such lengths to get her atte

"Hey, shhhh." Dante hushed with a finger crossing his mouth, throwing a cautionary glance at Mirabel, who was looking even more stupefied."Don't you ever call her that again, Mira!" He warned before returning his gaze to Lyra.By this time, Lyra was already on her feet."Could you please just take a little more rest?" He pleaded, stretching out his hands towards her.But Lyra held her head up obstinately, barely looking at him as she started to strut towards the door."Lyra, could you please just hold on and..."His voice trailed off as Lyra had already pulled the door to the bedroom open, slamming it right after she was gone.He let out a helpless gasp, looking at the door while Mirabel's puzzled face glared at him with a screen of anger and disbelief covering it up."Wait, are you serious right now? You did not only have the guts to rub shame and scorn on our faces in the media by flaunting a competitor's design; you even brought her into your house. Like, I don't get, For what?"

Lyra ran towards the bedroom, panic surging through her veins as she stopped at the center of the bedroom, looking around vaguely for something to defend herself. The approaching footsteps of Matthew increased by the second She closed her eyes desperately, willing her brain and her limbs to work in unison, but nothing was working.She was fearfully clueless, and then, in a stupid attempt to just grasp at straws during the height of her panic, she picked up a book from the Nestle table, and as soon as she did, she immediately realized how useless it was. But before she could correct the mistake, Matthew was already upon her. He grabbed her from behind while she struggled back, throwing her arms about wildly to fend him off. He pushed her towards the wall and attempted to pin her to the wall; his breath was hot on her face.The scuffle continued, and as soon as Lyra discovered that he was beginning to overpower her, she raised her voice to scream."Help!"Matthew laughed as he increase

"Take a look at your skin. It feels so hot. Would you rather not get yourself treated because of what people will say? Why don't you just let us go, Lyra?"Dante queried, still holding onto her; his voice sounded like he was pleading.About two of the security men had already entered the bedroom, waiting at the doorpost."Please excuse us for another second."Dante said, slightly throwing his head at them. They instantly did as told."I'm not saying I don't want to get treated." Lyra finally replied after the security men's exit.Her voice was weak and slow, and her breathing was labored."I'm just saying that I don't want it done in public." She added.Dante stared at her face on his arms for a fleeting instant, then gradually it appeared as though the light of understanding had begun to dawn on him. He gave out three successive nods."I see," he whispered."Is it because of the media? You're worried about what they have been saying about you?""No." Lyra's tired voice came again, bu

Aria's heart skipped a beat as she continued watching Lyra. She kept her head up stiffly, trying hard not to expose her sudden anxiety. Her expression was frozen, and her body language instantly became guarded. Hot sweat crept up the base of her palms as she maintained her defensive stance, wondering inwardly how much information Barbara could have shared with her."How much could she have possibly heard? Was it enough to worry about?" She queried herself in the awkward silence.Meanwhile, Lyra, on the other hand, did not seem to have noticed her friend's sudden change in attitude. She had instead leaned back casually on her chair before she continued speaking."Crazy story." She mouthed, shaking her head lazily."So Barbara told me how she actually went there to report her baby daddy to his friend, a fellow gambler, obviously."Aria's shoulders slumped at once. After Lyra was done, she let out a quick breath of relief.And then she murmured a quick "oh." beneath her breath, blinking