All Chapters of No Longer Yours, Ex Husband: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

[Vivienne]Elijah stands up before I can come out of my speechless moment.He faces Caden, blocking my view of him.“You need to leave, Mr Lawrence. My client—”Caden scoffs, cutting him off. “She’s not your client anymore, Mr Walter. We are already divorced.”“Which, of course, makes me even more determined to look out for her,” he grits out, trying to stay calm, but even I can feel how close he is to losing his temper.Caden takes one step closer. “Why? Because she’s single? Because she’s back to being a free game?”Elijah doesn’t back down, not an inch. He leans in to get right into his face. “Why? Does it bother you? Does it bother you to think about a world in which Vivienne is happy, without you? Does it hurt to think that she’ll soon forget about you? Because she will.”A growl of pure anger rises out of Caden’s throat and his hands tighten into fists by his side. But before the situation gets any worse, I decide to stop it right there.“Stop it!” I snap at them, and the two me

[Caden]The moment I step out of Vivienne’s room, I feel like the whole world has shifted under my feet and everything’s turned upside down.I loosen my tie, hoping to relieve some of the pressure around my neck, but it’s no use. I feel…weird, almost sick to my stomach.But then I come face to face with Elijah Walter and suddenly everything makes sense.“Stay away from her,” he practically growls as soon as he spots me. “This is my first and last warning to you.”I roll my eyes, scoffing. “And what makes you think you have a say in any of it? Who even are you to her?”“I’m a lot more than you could ever hope to be to her. That’s for sure.”The smugness on his face makes me want to punch it right out of him, and it takes every single ounce of self-control not to do something I’m sure I’ll regret later.Instead, I tighten my hands into fists and slide them into my pockets.“More than I could ever hope to be, huh?” I nod, feigning thoughtfulness. “That’s rich, coming from someone like yo

[Vivienne]I get back to my hospital room without waiting for him to say anything more.What’s even the point? It’s not like I didn’t see this coming.Everything was right in front of me, and yet… yet I thought… I prayed for it to be a lie, a misunderstanding, but it wasn’t.It was all real.He really did betray me, sleeping with his family friend/assistant behind my back.The nerve of that asshole.I take a deep breath and pour a glass of water for myself.Just then, the door opens, and Rosita rushes in.“Sorry, sorry, something came up at work and I was trying to make sure—” she stops, looking at my face carefully, probably not missing the way I’m breaking down right now. “Hey…” she holds my arm and cups my face. “What’s wrong? Is it the pain? And why are you out of bed? You’re supposed to be resting, Viv? What’s going on?”And I tell her what’s going on. I tell her what I saw. And I tell her how everything I did for that man all these years was nothing but a joke to him.“That son

He was a head taller than her, dressed in black trousers and a button-up midnight blue shirt that had been haphazardly rolled up to his elbows.His black hair was slicked back, but a few stray strands had fallen into his face.He was also wearing glasses with black frames, but even through them, she could see the startlingly dark color of his eyes.He looked like someone who belonged at an art gallery rather than a college house party, but it was that contrast that made him so fascinating to look at.Vivienne glanced at the phone in her hand and cursed under her breath. She’d missed the call, and her brother had sent her a message saying he’d call again soon.Shit, just my luck, she thought, glancing up at the man who was still staring at her.“Um…sorry,” he said to her, his voice deep.He took a step back and spun on his heels until his back was pinned against the mirrored wall of the elevator. They both looked up at the numbers dropping one after the other, and she tried very hard t

“Do I know how to drive?” Vivienne echoed, a bit thrown off by the question. “Yeah, of course. Why?”“Because I don’t trust myself behind the wheel right now. And I’ve got a car parked right outside the skyscraper.”Vivienne blinked. “Wait, you want me to drive you back to campus? But… I didn’t even get to enjoy the party,” she frowned at herself. “I mean, it might not look like much, but it took me a good few minutes to look like this,” she pointed at her dress as if to highlight something he might not have noticed before.He glanced at her dress, then back up at her face, his expression unreadable.“Sure. But once you step out in that rain, it’ll probably look like you drowned. Besides,” he glanced down at his watch and nodded. “…in exactly fifteen minutes and five seconds, Harry’s parents will be coming back home. And before you ask—no, he doesn’t know. He was too busy watching p**n with his best friends when they tried to call him.”She blinked again, then looked back at the conven