All Chapters of Kneel Before Me, Ex-husband: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

I felt Gideon’s words hang in the air, but I didn’t let them settle. “Reclaim what I lost.” The phrase echoed, but only faintly. What had he lost? His marriage? His hold on me? Maybe both. But honestly, I couldn’t care less.I didn’t react. I just stared at him for a moment, but then turned away. I wasn’t going to let him have the power to affect me anymore. I didn’t need to engage with him. Instead, I lifted my glass of wine, taking a slow, deliberate sip. He wasn’t worth the energy.I shifted my attention back to Nicolai, forcing a smile onto my lips. “Anyway,” I said, like the conversation with Gideon never happened, “our company’s been thriving. Exponential growth. I’ve got a few projects in the works that are going to make everything we’ve done so far look like small potatoes. It’s all about innovation, right?”I could feel Nicolai’s gaze flicking between me and Gideon, but I kept my composure. I wasn’t going to give anyone the satisfaction of seeing even a crack in my calm.I co

An hour later, I found myself standing at the entrance of Steak Island Restaurant, a secluded haven of opulence that promised to shield me from the chaos of the outside world. But no amount of luxury could shield me from the tension building in my chest. I had agreed to meet Gideon, but the knot in my stomach tightened with every step. Nicolai had been on my mind more than I cared to admit, and now Gideon was tying him to something darker. Whatever was coming tonight, I couldn’t ignore it.I stepped inside, immediately spotting him across the room. There he was—Gideon, sitting by the window, his blue suit standing out against the soft amber lighting. He hadn’t changed much—still that commanding presence, still with that intensity in his eyes that made my heart beat faster and my walls rise higher.Before he could stand to greet me, I pulled out a chair and sat down without hesitation. I wasn’t in the mood for pleasantries. Not today. Not with him.“Let’s get to the point,” I said, my

“Amethyst,” Nicolai’s voice came through, rich and warm, grounding me in a way that only he could. “Good morning. I hope I didn’t wake you.”I sat up, letting the sheets fall around my shoulders. “No, I was just waking up. What’s up?”There was a moment of silence, then a soft chuckle. “I just wanted to check on you. I thought you might need a little something to brighten your day.”I raised an eyebrow, curious. “What’s that?”Before I could respond, there was a knock at the door. I frowned, confused. Had Nicolai sent someone over? My heart quickened as I swung my legs off the bed and walked to the door, phone still pressed to my ear.Opening it, I found a delivery man holding a bouquet of fresh, vibrant lilies and roses. My eyes softened as he handed them over with a polite smile. I glanced at Nicolai, and he chuckled through the phone. “I know it’s early, but I couldn’t help myself. How’s your morning so far?”I took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the conversation I was about

The tension between Nicolai and me was palpable, my anger boiling as I took another step forward, my fist raised, ready to strike again. I couldn't stop myself. My body was moving on its own, driven by the desperate need to make Nicolai understand. But before I could make another move, I heard the sharp sound of footsteps drawing closer, fast and purposeful."Hey! You two—break it up!" one of the security guards shouted, his voice sharp and commanding.I turned just as two security guards—big, broad-shouldered, and imposing—marched towards us, their faces stern and businesslike. Nicolai, ever the calm, unbothered man, didn’t even flinch. He just shot me one last smug, mocking look, as if he knew this was where the game ended.I stood there, fists clenched, chest heaving, still seething with rage, but the guards were upon us now, and I knew I couldn’t let this escalate any further. If I kept pushing, I was going to get myself kicked out, and any chance I had of speaking to Amethyst wou

“Alright,” I said, the words slipping out like a vow I’d made to the devil himself. “But after this, it’s really over. No coming back. No regrets.”The relief that flashed across her face was brief, almost imperceptible, but I caught it. And then it was gone, replaced by the resolve that had brought her here in the first place. She pulled out the papers from the pocket of her robe and set them on the desk with a crisp rustle. The sound echoed in the room, loud and final. I glanced at them, the ink on the page both freedom and a death sentence.With a steady hand, she signed her name, the motion so deliberate, so final, that it made my stomach twist. My heart squeezed in a way that made no sense, as if the world were shifting beneath me, changing forever.“It’s done,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.The weight of those words settled deep into my bones, and I stood there, rooted to the spot, as she turned and walked out of the room. The silence she left behind was deafening,