All Chapters of No Longer Yours, Ex Husband: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

[Vivienne]“This woman is insane!” Theo bursts out, pacing the room. “How can she lie about something like this? Not to mention causing such a scene. It’s like she’s trying to sell her misery—wants people to sympathize with her. I mean, what kind of person does that? Especially someone who’s supposed to come from such a good family!”“Well, I’m not surprised. Sasha has always been an attention seeker.”“Gosh!” He runs a hand through his hair, visibly frustrated. “How does one even deal with a person like that? She has no shame.”I shrug. “You can always ignore her.”He turns to face me, surprised. “We can do that?”I shake my head, smiling. “Of course. Why not? Besides, this isn’t your mess to deal with. Harvey can handle it in no time. Just give him a little space.”“You’re right.” He finally sits down on the chair next to the bed and sighs. “But I still don’t like it. I’ve never met someone so shameless.”I wish I could say the same. But Sasha and I go way back. If it weren’t for he

[SASHA] "I don't like this, Sasha. What if everything you're doing backfires?" Mom says over the phone as I stand in the parking lot of our company, sifting through my purse, trying to find the keys to my car. I roll my eyes, frustration bubbling as the key remains elusive. "Please, Mom. Do you think I’d ever do something without thinking it through? Don’t worry about the Richardsons. If they know what’s good for them, they’ll figure out what to do if they want to keep me quiet.” And that is to pay me more than they’ve offered. Did they really think a meager amount would be enough? Did they really think my family was a charity case? Huh. I’ll show them what real charity looks like. Sure, we might not have any other choice right now—selling the company and all—but I’ll make damn sure this deal doesn’t leave us empty-handed. If the Richardson Group wants a piece of us, they’ll have to pay a hefty price. "But still," Mom says hesitantly, "they’re powerful people. You need to remember

[Sasha]“Come on, Caden. Answer your damn phone!” I mutter to myself, but he doesn’t pick up no matter how many times I call.The call disconnects after yet another unanswered attempt.“Fuck you, Caden!”I want to scream. I want to yell at this ignorant bastard. It’s glaringly obvious to me now that he’s ignoring me. Why? I don’t know. But I sure as hell will find out once I get out of here.I try Mrs. Lawrence this time. She’ll definitely answer. She always does.But the phone just keeps ringing until the call finally disconnects.“What the hell? Are you serious?”I stare at the phone, frustration bubbling inside me. Just when I need these jerks to help me, they’re nowhere to be found.“Ugh!” I groan, dialing Mr. Lawrence, Caden’s dad. But the response is the same—nothing.Out of sheer desperation, I try calling Caden’s nerdy assistant. Not once, but at least a dozen times. Yet that good-for-nothing woman doesn’t answer either.“What the hell is even going on here? Are they all ignori

[Vivienne]“Alright. Here we are,” Theo says, adjusting his diamond cufflinks.I nod and take a deep breath. “You sure you can handle this?”“Are you kidding?” He looks at me, one eyebrow raised. “I want to do this, even if it’s the last thing I do.”I want to laugh, but I end up just smiling at his theatrics. “You make it sound like you’re going to war.”“Well, this is war,” he says casually, as if he doesn’t regret it one bit, as if he knows he’s already on the winning side. “The one these assholes started, but you’re the one who’s going to end it.”That’s right. I owe this to myself—to my unborn child. I promised to eliminate every possible threat from our lives so that, in the future, my child wouldn’t have to endure what I did. My child won’t suffer the way I did. My child will live a peaceful, happy life.Besides, this woman has done enough for my whole family to be done with her.They want her to be taken care of. Once and for all.Theo gives me a last bid of his cocky smile be

[Vivienne]When the car pulls back at the hospital, Theo helps me out and walks me to the entrance.However, we hardly even cross the reception when his phone rings and he excuses himself for a minute.I let him be and asked him to meet me upstairs instead.I still need to see my doctor before he finally agrees to release me. I feel much better now and want nothing more than to return home. Besides, if bed rest is all I have to do, I would rather do it where I feel safe and at home. I won’t shy away from hiring a nursing aid if I have to. The only thing I was—and all I can think of—is home.I take a deep breath and head towards the bank of elevators. Wait for an empty one to arrive while checking my phone for any update from Rosita. At my request—and reassurance—she finally took the flight back to Paris last night. Her show is coming up soon enough and I would hate for it to miss it for something so unnecessary.Unnecessary because I have enough people here to take care of me. And for