All Chapters of Ex-Husband, You Don't Own me: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Dexie smiled sarcastically, "It seems like your appetite has grown after living with my family for so many years. Do you really think you're the heir to the family?" Roxane was so agitated by Dexie's insult that she almost lost her mind. Releasing her pent-up anger, Roxane blurted out, "I am the heir to the Domino family." Silence filled the room immediately after Roxane's outburst. As they turned to Dexie, guilt and panic instantly replaced their previously dark faces. Dexie raised her eyebrows, put on a playful smile, and then looked at Roxane. "What? Did you just say?" Dexie asked, her eyes flickering with amusement. Roxane's mind was hazy with anger. As she calmed down, her heart raced uncontrollably when she encountered Dexie's mocking look. She refused to meet Dexie's eyes, lowering her gaze. Before Roxane could respond, Dexie looked from her to Rodel and laughed. "If I'm not mistaken, did she say that she is the heir to the Domino family?" "No, no, that's not what Roxa

She paused for a moment, then laughed lightly before continuing contemptuously, "Mr. Dawson, what are you trying to achieve here?"As she spoke, she felt the grip around her waist tighten, likely due to Luke Huxley's embarrassment at her words. However, Dexie remained unfazed. Her smile widened as she remarked, "The way you're behaving right now is quite... unpleasant!" Her words carried a weight that seemed to crush him. He was reluctant to acknowledge her words as they struck a chord with the unresolved issues in his heart. A few days earlier, she had signed the papers as he had requested, while he had been unwilling to do the same. The question lingered in Luke Huxley's mind why he had hesitated. When his grandfather had pressured him to marry Dexie for her family's inheritance, he had harbored deep resentment towards her. He failed to see that she was merely a pawn in the Hansley family's scheme to manipulate him through his grandfather's threats. Luke Huxley was prepared to rel

Marilyn repeatedly advised Dexie to divorce Luke Huxley, whom she considered a failure and a bastard. Just mention of his name made her mutter expletives. Dexie took the vodka from Marilyn with a slight smile and brought it to her lips, causing her to cough from the burning sensation. She felt sick and nauseous, with a strange feeling in her throat, fearing she might vomit. "Dexie, how can you drink such strong vodka in one go?" Marilyn asked, concerned as Dexie's cheeks turned bright red. Marilyn rushed to pat her on the back. "How do you feel? Are you okay?" After recovering from the shock, Dexie reassured Marilyn, "It's okay. I was just thirsty and drank too fast." She looked away, hiding the pain in her eyes, then poured herself a glass of vodka before slowly responding to Marilyn's question. "Honestly, I realized a long time ago that he doesn't love me. He hates me. It's fair..." Dexie paused, with a self-deprecating expression, and added, "I'm not ready to give up, you know.

After the doctor left, Luke Huxley was still sullen. Dexie, who was drunk, didn't utter a word. Leaning silently into Luke Huxley's arms, she moved her lips as if whispering something. Luke Huxley stood up from the couch with Dexie in his arms. "I'll take her back first," he said. Simon raised an eyebrow curiously, "Didn't you come here to drink with me?" His words made Simon pause. He held Dexie's hand a little tighter. "Maybe some other day," he said, pretending to leave. "Where are you taking Dexie?" Marilyn interjected, "You don't have a valid reason to do so. You're harassing her, don't you realize?" Luke Huxley was taken aback. He took a few deep breaths to compose himself. "Marilyn, Dexie Hansley is my wife," he stated firmly, feeling entitled to take Dexie home. If someone else had said that to him, he would have made them suffer. "Wow! Now you admit she is your wife, huh?" Marilyn rolled her eyes. "I heard from Dexie that she was divorcing you. She signed the papers."

Dexie thought to herself as she took a small spoonful of oats, her face expressing disdain. Before she could swallow it, she heard Winston's words. "Mrs. Dawson, I didn't change your clothes. Mr. Dawson changed them for you." Dexie choked on her oatmeal, startled by the news.Her mind raced at the thought of Luke Huxley changing her clothes, causing her coughing to become uncontrollable."I'm just changing clothes for you. Why are you so excited?" She heard a cold, sarcastic voice above her.Dexie looked up to see Luke Huxley in sportswear, sweaty from his run, looking at her with a slight smile. She blushed at his teasing remark, feeling embarrassed."You're so excited that your face is red. Is that necessary?" He continued, making Dexie purse her lips and grip her spoon tightly.She took a deep breath before resisting the urge to splash the oatmeal on her face.Marilyn was right. This is a dog—one who likes to praise himself. Suddenly, she came to her senses, and her eyes opened."Yo