All Chapters of My Ex-Husband is Out of Control: Chapter 321 - Chapter 330

Elijah’s POVThe morning light streamed through the curtains, gently waking me. My eyes fluttered open, and for a split second, I was disoriented. Wait a minute… This isn't my room. The sheets were softer, the air warmer, and the faint scent of lavender lingered in the air. As my gaze traveled across the room, I realized where I was—Sophia’s place.A playful smile tugged at my lips as last night's memories came rushing back. The laughter, the teasing, the way we fell into each other’s arms, the wild and passionate night—it was all so vivid, so real. I turned to my side, ready to greet Sophia, but the space beside me was empty. The sheets were slightly crumpled, a hint that she'd been there but had already left the bed.Sitting up, I ran a hand through my hair, the realization that I was wearing nothing but a pair of boxers hitting me. Before I could do much more, I noticed a small figure standing at the door. Reese.My heart skipped a beat. There she was, her wide eyes taking in th

Sophia’s POVI can’t believe he stayed here again another night. What the hell am I doing?I had jolted upright in bed, my heart pounding as I glanced over at the other side of the bed, where Elijah lay sprawled comfortably, entirely nude, his body glistening in the Sunday morning light. The sheets were a mess, and I felt my body heating up as I recalled the previous night. We’d done it again, I thought with a thrill. I also felt slightly embarrassed as the images of our lovemaking flashed in my mind. Elijah stirred beside me, a lazy smile spreading across his face. “Morning,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble.Before I could fully process the shock of his nakedness and the vivid memories of last night, the shrill ring of the doorbell sliced through the quiet. My heart skipped a beat, and I scrambled out of bed, quickly wrapping a robe around myself.“What is it now?” I muttered, pulling the robe tight and heading toward the door.When I opened it, I was met with the cheerful face

Sophia’s POV“Yes, Elijah,” I had said, my voice breaking as tears of joy fell down my cheeks. “Yes, I’ll marry you.”The days since that tearful, blissful moment felt like I was floating on cloud nine, unable to come down. Even in the middle of a busy workday, my mind kept drifting back to that magical night on the yacht. I frequently glanced at the shimmering diamond ring on my finger, a constant reminder of how unbelievably wonderful everything was.I sat at my desk, momentarily pausing in the midst of the design I was working on. The office was scuttling with a new kind of energy—everyone seemed to be celebrating our engagement. The congratulations and teasing had become a regular part of my workday. It was as if my personal joy had become a shared experience, and I loved every bit of it. Just then, my thoughts drifted to Daniel. I wished more than anything that I could share this happiness with him. Daniel had been such a big part of my life, and it hurt to know that he was now

Sophia’s POVWeeks had flown by in a frenzy of wedding preparations and work commitments, and I was more than ready for a little break.I found myself at the Bakers' home, sinking into the comfortable familiarity of their living room, the scent of freshly baked cake lingering in the air. Chris sat across from me, a satisfied grin on his face. “I spoke to my florist and event stylist friend,” he began excitedly. “He’s agreed to handle the wedding. Trust me, Soph, he’ll transform the venue into something magical. You won’t recognize it.”I couldn’t help but smile at his enthusiasm. “That sounds amazing, Chris. I mean, the venue’s already spectacular but this is a fantastic bonus. Thank you!”“Anytime! Anything for you and Elijah, of course.” Mr. Baker, who had been quietly sipping his tea, set his cup down and looked at me with a warm expression. "You know, I’ve got a former classmate who runs a photo-video coverage business now. We went ahead and reserved the date for you. He’s the b

Chris’s POVI watched with amusement as Emily, a pretty woman with flowing brown hair, took another generous bite of my mother’s cake. Her eyes fluttered closed in bliss, and she murmured, “This is oh so heavenly.”Kayla, seated beside her, grinned from ear to ear. “Isn’t it just the best? Sophia and Chris’s mom baked it.”Emily looked up, her expression a blend of delight and surprise. “Oh, really? Please thank her for me. I could eat this all day.”As she gazed into my eyes, I found myself feeling enamored by her presence. Kayla chuckled, then turned to me, her eyes sparkling. “Chris, I just realized, you two haven’t met yet. Emily, this is Chris. Chris, meet Emily.”I was glad for the introduction. Dinner had been going on for a while, and as much as I enjoyed the company of the people around the table, Emily had been a particularly intriguing presence. With the meal wrapping up and everyone else drifting off to mingle or fetch drinks, I seized the chance.Emily extended her hand