All Chapters of No Longer Yours, Ex Husband: Chapter 261 - Chapter 270

[Caden]When I was adopted by the Lawrence family, they didn’t know about my… issues.I was a scared little boy then, too afraid of being abandoned again.So I did what I thought was best for everyone—I lied.Thankfully, my eyes didn’t betray me for a long time. For almost a year, I lived a normal life, happy with my new family, who welcomed me with open arms.I came to know a little later that their biological son, Samuel, was born with a twin brother—his name was Simon. But sadly, Simon was born with several complications. He was, in fact, my age when he passed away after several surgeries. And maybe it was the loss of him that made the Lawrence family adopt another son, just so they didn’t have to feel the loss too deeply.Either way, I was too happy to worry about their sadness. I was overjoyed and grateful to have a family again.But then, what I feared most happened. A week before I turned eleven, I lost my sight completely.The worst had happened, and I didn’t know what to do a

[Vivienne]A strange current passes through my spine at his rare grin.“Don’t ‘what the hell’ me, darling. You were the one who teased me first.”“Are you kidding me?” I growl. “Why would I tease you?”“How would I know?” He shrugs as if he’s actually clueless. “But I do know that you came close first.”“Coming close doesn’t mean I want you to pull me onto your lap.”“No,” he shakes his head. “But it also doesn’t mean you don’t.”I scoff, shifting to push myself off his lap, but his other hand moves to rest lightly on my waist, keeping me there. Not forcefully—just enough to make a point.“Caden.”“Vivienne,” he mirrors, annoying me so much more.“Let. Go.”“I don’t want to.”“You have to.”“And why’s that?”“Because I said so.”“Hmm.” He releases a thoughtful sound, tipping his head as if actually considering it. “Alright. If that’s what you want.” His hold on me loosens, and after a brief, reluctant second, his arms move away, giving me enough space to leave.“Thanks for nothing,” I

[Caden]I hear her footsteps as clear as day as she stomps over to the nightstand, pours me a glass of water, and, with all the irritation in the world, snaps, “Here you go.”I don’t know where to look or how to gauge the height of her hand, so I do what comes naturally. I reach up, feel the soft strands of her hair, and then guide myself accordingly. Once I find the hand extended toward me, I wrap my fingers around the glass, making contact with her hand in the process, and finally pull it toward myself.But of course, she mistakes my action for something… well, awful.I hear her sigh loudly. “Seriously?”I open the briefcase purely from memory, reach for the pocket that contains my medicine, and pop out one tablet. “What?”She scoffs. “Oh, I don’t know—maybe the fact that you just groped my hair like a creep?”I take a sip of water, chasing the tablet down my throat. “Groped? That’s a rather strong accusation.”“Then what the hell do you call it?”“I don’t know, I just wanted to see

[Caden]Murmurs ripple through the room as the businessmen exchange glances. Some nod in agreement, while others look skeptical.Andrew perks up next. “That’s when we started asking the right questions. Who had access to the hotel’s power grid? Who stood to gain the most from tarnishing the reputation of such a prestigious establishment? Someone was clearly targeting it—because a simple robbery at a place like this? It was practically begging for trouble.”Vivienne allows the murmurs to settle before continuing. “Exactly. This wasn’t just a simple robbery—it was a calculated attack. Someone wanted to create chaos, to damage the hotel's reputation, and they nearly succeeded.”Andrew takes charge. “We looked into the security logs, the emergency generator records, and the maintenance reports. What we found was… interesting.”A businessman in the front row frowns. “Get to the point. Who was behind it?”Vivienne steps forward, her gaze cutting through the room with precision. “The blackou

[Caden]“I don’t understand,” Astrid shakes her head, annoyance written all over her face. “What’s the need to even change his school? It was already one of the best from what I heard.”“One of the best,” I say as I adjust Benjamin’s shirt while he plays a game on his iPad. “Not the best.” And my son deserves the best, no questions asked.“Oh, please. What difference does that make? A school is a school, isn’t it? It shouldn’t be a concern right now, considering, well, he doesn’t really care about such things.”“Well, that’s what parents are here for, aren’t they?” I ask, shooting a brief glance her way and watching as she rolls her eyes. “To help them understand what’s best for them.”“Changing schools right now is just too much, that’s all I’m saying.”“And my son deserves the best there is, that’s all I am saying.”Astrid drops the argument after that, probably assured that I’m not changing my mind.And she’s absolutely right. When it comes to Benjamin, I will do whatever I can to