All Chapters of Ex-husband wants my New Body: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

**Valerie** I sat on a bench, surrounded by the soothing sounds of the breeze rustling leaves and birds chirping. The park was quiet, with only a few people strolling by. I drew my knees to my chest, my eyes squeezed shut, savoring the feel of the air on my skin as I allowed my mind to wander. It had already been a couple of days, but my mind kept replaying the scene at Lucas's house that day—the pictures of Ashley in his drawer. I'd done my own investigating, but there was nothing that connected Ashley and Lucas. Hell, we'd never even met, let alone anything more. Should I confront him? Maybe, I don't know. Perhaps I should act neutral and ask him who the woman is? That's probably what I should have done that day. I gritted my teeth. Frustration was eating me alive, a flood of unanswered questions swirling in my mind. I willed myself to push the thoughts aside. I needed to shift my attention to the task at hand—Karen's prank. "Val," a voice called out from behind me. I opened

**Third person**Karen stood in front of the bathroom sink, her toothbrush hanging midair as she stared at her reflection in the mirror. She took in the wrinkle lines sitting on her forehead; she had somehow managed to go through three years of ageing in a week.Her phone rang, shrill in the silence. A tremor coursed through her as she watched the device ring with the unknown number displayed.She wouldn't answer it. What if it was Ashley?Karen watched the phone ring two more times before the device beeped, a text message notification displaying on her screen.She wiped on her screen and opened it, her grip on her toothbrush tightening as she read through the message: "My blood is in your hands... literally."Karen spun around, her eyes wildly scanning the bathroom as if checking whether Ashley's form was watching her. She took a deep breath when she didn't see anything.“Calm, be calm, Calm,” she chanted to herself, her trembling hands reaching for the tap and turning it on with a j

**Valerie**We both turned to see Lucas standing there, looking ravishing. His piercing blue eyes locked onto mine, and I felt a jolt of electricity run through my body.Today, he was wearing a pair of dark, fitted jeans that accentuated his well-muscled physique. The first three buttons of his crisp, white shirt were open, revealing a generous amount of his chiselled chest. I rolled my eyes at the urge to flatten my palm on his chest.A feeling of déjà vu washed over me as my eyes shifted to the toned forearms that his rolled-up sleeves exposed. This moment right here felt like it had happened before—me, Lucas, and Frances. We were…"Mind if I join you guys?" He asked, snapping me back to reality. His voice was husky, his gaze fixed on me and a sly glint in his eye. He ran a hand through his perfectly messy hair, and his piercing blue eyes seemed to gleam in the dim light of the club. I swallowed hard and looked away, my thighs involuntarily clenching at the memory of the last sex

Chapter 97:**Lucas**Just then, I could feel my phone vibrate in my pocket. I pulled it out and checked the caller ID—Detective Mike. Then I sighed, my eyes shifting back to Valerie. “Sorry, I have to take this.”She nodded, and I made my way outside the club to the parking lot, where it was quiet."Mr. Stone, it's Detective Mike.”“I know,” I replied. “What's going on?”“You're off the suspect list for Layla's murder,” he confided.“Really?” My brows furrowed in surprise. “That was fast.”“Yes, your alibi was confirmed, and new evidence came up.”"What kind of evidence?” My tone was dripping with a mix of surprise and curiosity. “Did they find the killer?”"Well, it seems Layla might have taken Valerie's car from the party without permission,” he explained. “We found a witness who says Layla was intoxicated and arguing with someone earlier that night."I cocked my brow at his statement, but I didn't respond to it. Taken without permission? Isn't that stealing?"I see.” I nodded. “An

**Valerie** I swallowed. “Crazy details about what?” I knew what he was talking about. “How does she know what happened on the ship that night?” Must have been the question in his mind, since that prank. “Your friend…” he began. “She's in her own world.” He paused and sucked his teeth. “She clearly believes that she knows what happened on the night my ex-wife died.” “She does?” I echoed, trying to keep my voice casual, but I could hear the slight tremble in it. “What do you mean?" "Valerie..." He hissed, and I could see his jaw tighten. “I like you. But don't play dumb with me," he gritted out, his voice rising. "The details you sent to Karen...the specifics…” My expression was innocent, but he glared at me like he could see through me. Like he could see the lies from my eyes. “The details about what?” I widened my eyes, feigning ignorance. I knew that I was pushing it but I couldn't help it. He rolled his eyes, and I could tell that he was on the brink of losing it. “The deta