All Chapters of Winning My Ex-Crush: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Fenella’s POVBack to present day…My mouth hung open after hearing all of Alan's story. His life journey from the time he met Amy until now could be described as a curse. I hadn’t realized that there was someone more unfortunate than me dealing with Amy.Imagine your own identity being stolen by someone you despise. Just because of a fleeting moment of desire, Clark Thomson disappeared, replaced by Alan Schmidt. I found too many differences between Clark and Alan. That’s why I never suspected they were the same person!But what’s worse than all this is the reality that Alan had prepared everything! He changed himself and then started a business just to attract my attention. I didn’t want to be full of myself, but this was obsessive!My heart pounded, and I stared at Alan intently. I knew there were no more lies he was hiding. Everything had been explained in detail by him—even too detailed!So now what?I moved awkwardly in my seat, unsure of what to say about all these revelations. M

Laird’s POVI walked further into the building, passing wooden doors along the corridor. I stopped right at the second door at the end of the dead-end corridor. However, doubt momentarily held my hand back in the air.Was I really going to do this? Was this the right thing to do?A few times, I carefully weighed my decision. Come on, I had made it this far. It wouldn’t be funny if I had to turn back just because of personal grudges. I should finish this as quickly and professionally as possible.I cleared my throat before finally summoning the courage to knock on the enemy’s door. I stood waiting, repeatedly adjusting my tie and quickly rotating my shoulders. My forehead furrowed as no one opened the door, even though the receptionist had clearly said that Prosecutor Golden was confirmed to be inside his office. I knocked three more times, just to be sure.“Go away, Evans!”A harsh, deep voice came from inside the room. I snorted after hearing the prosecutor's rude dismissal. I looked

Laird’s POV“Weren’t you mad at me?” She turned towards me this time. Her eyes were tearful, as if she were about to cry at any moment, but she still had the determination to narrow her eyes at me. I frowned when I heard Fenella’s question. I shook my head. “I wasn’t mad at you.” Hearing my answer, she immediately lowered her knees and sat cross-legged on the sofa. Her posture was rigid. Then she began a string of judgmental remarks. “Yes, you were. You saw that ad at the office, and you got mad. Then you started blowing rampage at Gene’s office and beating up Alan because of it.” “Wow, wow. Slow down, baby. Take a breath.” I raised both of my hands in the air. “Calm down,” I said in a deep voice slowly, hoping she would listen to me calmly. “Alright, I admit it. I saw t

Fenella’s POVI felt sorry for Alan. After hearing Alan's story about the seven years he had spent with Amy, I became sympathetic and reluctant to hurt Alan any further. Guilt overwhelmed me.However, what Laird said was true. I had to muster the courage to take action to keep Alan as far away from my life as possible.One could say I was the center of this mess. Consider me taking responsible action to deal with Alan. Therefore, I didn’t want to stay idle. I would contribute to solving this case as best as I could.“No.”Laird flatly rejected my idea. I knew he must have been angry. I was sure he wouldn’t want to give in and follow my crazy idea. We knew what happened when he followed my suggestions—a freaking mess."But, Laird. Think about it. How can I gather more in-depth information if I’m not close enough to his circle? I need to dive into it to get all the information we need, whateve

Fenella’s POVThe door to my room swung open, and Laird's face was the first thing I saw. His eyes widened as he took in the sight of me on the bed. His gaze didn’t shift from my body; instead, it became more intense, examining every curve in the dim light from outside.His green eyes darkened and sparkled with enthusiasm. A crooked smile spread across his lips as if he were looking at a feast that made him hungry. Meanwhile, I reveled in every second as he devoured my presence.I sat up with my knees on the bed. My legs opened wide, strong enough to support my body while displaying all of me to him.“Are you asking for make-up sex, honey?” I asked with a sultry tone in my voice.“Yes, and everything that is you.” He spoke low.“Then take me. Take all of me.”Laird closed my bedroom door and locked it from the inside. He strode closer to my bed with a smirk on his lips. When he