All Chapters of No Longer Yours, Ex Husband: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

[Vivienne]I don’t know what to say.I mean, what are the chances that the moment I decide to step out of my country, I end up bumping into one of the rarest and most elusive men I know?“Ms. Sinclair,” he says, his handsome face splitting into a charming grin. “Fancy seeing you here.”I want to roll my eyes, but I’m too stunned to even do that. “I could say the same. What are you doing here?”The last time we met, he came to rescue me and Marcus from those crazy couple who wanted to sell off my eyes to some rich fella. I still remember the look on Marcus’s face when I told him the man who saved us was Alexander Bane. Later, when I told Rosita about it, we both laughed for hours.Alexander drops his dark eyes to the space between us, and for the first time, we both notice how close we are. While he seems neither surprised nor awkward, I can’t say the same for myself. Heat rushes to my face in waves until he finally steps back, running a hand through his dark hair.He chuckles, and it

[Vivienne]After climbing three or four flights of stairs, we reach the rooftop.At first, I’m not sure how being on the rooftop could solve any of our problems—problems like the bunch of men still pounding the hallways downstairs, looking for us.But just as I’m about to ask him if the plan is to jump or do something even more ridiculous, the loud sound of a chopper pulls my gaze toward the night sky.I squint up at the helicopter.It’s sleek, black, and clearly expensive—because of course it is.He glances over at me, catching the disbelief on my face, and a slow, knowing smile spreads across his lips. “Not exactly the jump you were imagining, is it?”I glare at him, the absurdity of it all starting to sink in. “You’ve got a fucking helicopter on standby?”“Always be prepared, darling,” he says, his tone infuriatingly casual as if we’re discussing nothing more than the weather. “You never know when you might need to make a quick escape. And it looks like tonight, you’ll be joining m

[Vivienne]I look up from the floor and find a very pregnant woman standing right in front of me.Seeing her belly, which looks like it’s carrying at least seven months of pregnancy, I feel terrible for not being more cautious.“I’m so, so sorry. I didn’t see you there.”“Well, obviously!” She rolls her eyes with exaggerated disdain, placing a hand under her belly and scowling even more. “Look at you, standing there like a clueless idiot. It’s pathetic. What exactly are you supposed to be? The new maid who can’t even manage to watch where she’s going? The kitchen staff who’s so useless they might as well not exist? Or maybe you’re just another one of those pathetic mistresses they parade around like trophies. Either way, you’re failing miserably at whatever it is you’re supposed to be doing.”I open my mouth to respond, but the woman cuts me off with a sharp glare.“Seriously, are you going to just stand there or are you going to do something useful?”I’m taken aback, but I’m not abou

[Vivienne]I don’t remember being so clumsy, but apparently, that’s who I am now.The maid and I stare at each other with wide eyes, neither of us daring to move. I open my mouth to apologize, but before I can say anything, Alexander and his father appear in the hallway.“What the hell is going on here?” the older man snaps, his eyes drilling into the maid and me. “Why are you standing there like idiots? Clean this mess up.”I glance at the maid, but she’s already scurrying away to get a broom. I kneel down and start picking up the shards, but just as I do, Alexander quickly appears behind me.“You don’t have to do that,” he says, grabbing my arm.I look up at him, frowning. “It’s okay. I’ll help.”“No, you won’t. The maids can take care of it. You’re my guest. Just let them do their job.”I want to protest, but then I notice his father and the guards who’ve gathered after the commotion, and I realize this isn’t the time to argue. So, I stand up and let Alexander lead me away.We walk

[Vivienne]To say I’m speechless is an understatement.I know I should say something, but I can’t.He smiles at me and then steps a little closer.“You might not believe me—you have no reason to—but still, I hope you do. I know I come off as a real asshole sometimes, I’m not the easiest person to work for, and I’ve made some questionable decisions. But I’m not a monster. I’d never do that to a woman. I can’t.”There’s something in his eyes that I can’t quite decipher, but it’s so raw and so intense that it makes me feel like I can trust him.But then again, if the baby isn’t his, then…“Who is she to you?”This time, he takes a step back, his hands smoothly gliding into his pockets.The corner of his mouth quirks up. “You’re quite curious about me, aren’t you, Ms. Sinclair?”I roll my eyes, once again trying to stifle the heat rising to my face. “I just want to know what kind of man I’m dealing with here.”“I see,” he hums. “Well, if you must know, then I would like to take you somewh