All Chapters of No Longer Yours, Ex Husband: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

[Vivienne]Harvey and I walk into Dad’s office and find him talking on the phone.With his back to us, he continues, “I don’t care that he’s a damn kid or that he’s an idiot. The fact that he’s young and clueless doesn’t excuse his reckless behavior. I just know that you have lost the right to ever ask us for any kind of help. I hope I’ve made myself clear. You should be sorry—damn sorry—because the sheer stupidity and incompetence of your son have just cost you millions, not to mention the damage he’s done to your family’s reputation. You’ll be lucky if anyone in this industry takes you seriously after this debacle.”He finally hangs up and turns around, looking angrier. Spotting us, his face softens, and whatever irritation was visible moments ago vanishes.“Kids, you’re back. How was your evening?”“What was that about?” Harvey asks first, walking over to Dad and taking a seat. “And was it George Clarkson on the phone?”I frown. Isn’t George Clarkson the father of Sasha and Arthur?

[Vivienne]“Let me go, you asshole!” I growl. “Or I swear to God, I’ll rip your balls off.”I can tell the stranger is in a lot of pain, but he doesn’t let go of me. Instead, he tightens his grip and whispers in my ear, “If you’re not careful with your words, you’re not getting out of here alive.”His voice sends chills down my spine, but it doesn’t change the way I feel right now. “I said let go. Or do you need me to repeat myself?”“Oh, come on, babe, no need to be so angry,” the other stranger says. “Just loosen up a bit. Have some fun with us.”“Yeah,” his friend agrees, inching closer.The first guy’s breath smells of beer. I crinkle my nose.“You know you want this, just admit it. We can give you what you want,” he whispers.I look away and roll my eyes at the ceiling. “In your dreams.”“But you do—” The rest of his words are cut off by a giant man who suddenly appears in front of us. The man is so tall, so broad, and so dangerous-looking that I find my breath hitching in my thro

[Caden]I’m still trying to piece the night together when Vivienne starts throwing accusations at me. Every word she says, every glare she shoots my way, hits me straight in the chest like a thousand arrows.“You know what? This act of yours has made things final for me. I want that divorce, Caden. And I want that divorce now.”But when those final words come out of her mouth, something snaps in me. Ever since I woke up, I have tried to be patient, to hear her out, but what the actual fuck?“So that’s how this is going to be?” I say as she starts to head for the door, still not able to walk straight as she sways a little, probably because of the hangover she is trying to fight.Before she gets to open the door, however, I stalk over and slam it shut. She turns to glare up at me harder, but I’ve had enough of her mindless accusations.Especially when she doesn’t even know what happened last night.Or maybe she does, and now she’s trying to put the blame on me because it’s easier to do

[Vivienne]After Caden leaves, I sit on the floor, trying to understand what I did to deserve this. I can’t believe I slept with that man. I can’t believe I begged him to take me.God, did I really kiss him first? And that too forcefully? Did I really beg him to fuck me?Shit. Why did I do that to myself? Why would any sane woman do that to herself?That just proves that whoever drugged me last night, didn’t use something simple and normal. No. Whatever it was, it was powerful and made me horny as hell.Shit. Caden wasn’t wrong about the unprotected sex. I can still feel his seed in me.There’s a good chance he got me pregnant.Why now? Why would he do this now when I finally want a clean break from him? Why would he make things between us more and more complicated?He’s a monster, that’s why.I sit in the same position, lost in thought. But then I realize I need to do something about this mess, and quickly. I need to find the assholes who drugged me and tried to take advantage of me.

[Vivienne]Panic sets in as I see the guns pointed at us. Marcus, still outside the car, looks at me with a mixture of anger and concern. He gestures for me to stay calm.I slowly reach for the door handle, my hands trembling. The men continue shouting, their voices harsh and impatient.“Get out, now!” one of them repeats, banging on the window.I push the door open and step out, my heart pounding in my chest. Marcus moves protectively closer to me, his eyes never leaving the armed men.“What do you want?” Marcus demands, his voice steady but edged with tension.One of the men steps forward, his gun aimed at me. “We don’t want to hurt you. Just come with us quietly, and no one gets hurt.”My mind races, trying to figure out who these men are and why they’ve targeted us. I glance at Marcus, who gives me a slight nod, silently telling me to comply for now.“Fine,” I say, my voice shaking. “Just don’t hurt anyone.”The man nods, seemingly satisfied with my response. “Smart choice. Now, m