All Chapters of My Ex-Husband Is My Mate: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

5 Chapters

Intro

{ Sky } Every day I wake up, I feel blessed. I never get out of bed without expressing my gratitude to the highest power, the Moon Goddess, for giving me such a blessed life. I might not have a fated mate like my sister Hope, but I have a man who makes me feel like having a mate is more than just about fate. "Fuck! I'm running late," said man growls next to me and he untangles himself from my body to get up. I sneak a peak of his naked ass as he stumbles into our walk-in closet, "Today is opening day at the new training center." "Oh, right. Good luck with that," I say, allowing myself to stretch in our bed. "I didn't even remember it was today. Nico texted me about this last night, at midnight," he complains from the closet, then I hear a big thump like something huge just fell, "Ah, shit! I fell." I laugh for two straight minutes, just imagining his big body hitting the ground. Farrow Aleksei is easily the hottest, coolest guy to ever live, but he's goofy too. Sometimes. On

Crippling Up

My Ex-Husband Is My Mate/Nao Solano

Before I can keep reminiscing, a tornado comes to disrupt my peace. "Dad forgot me!" my daughter shouts all of a sudden, bursting into my room with a lunchbox on her hand. She's breathing hard, "I literally ran after his damn car, but he never even looked my way." "He was running late," I explain with a chuckle, keeping my covers up to my chin so she doesn't realize I'm naked, "I'll drive you. Wait in the car." Bobbie grumbles, still pissed, but she leaves. I stretch again and I go put on some clothes before driving my daughter to the same school we went to."I won't let this go," Bobbie threatens, just as vindictive and resentful as her father, "This is the second time he forgets to take me somewhere. But if he ever forgets to pick me up again, then he's really dead." "I won't let that incident happen again, I promise you," I say, shaking my head and remembering last year, when he forgot to pick her up from school so she sat outside waiting for two hours before I realized his mi

Speak Up

My Ex-Husband Is My Mate/Nao Solano

We walk to the kitchen in awkward silence. That's unheard of, there is never anything awkward between us, but I can feel him being weird and I can smell his anxiety, so it’s infecting me. We sit down to eat together, but Farrow isn't eating like normal. He's a big man and spends most of the day exercising, so he's always hungry... except when he has a lot on his head. "Okay, what's going on?" I ask when I can't take it anymore. Farrow swallows but keeps looking down at his plate for a few more seconds, "Did something happen today at work?" He nods, still silent. Now I shut my mouth and wait for him. "I can't talk about what's going on yet," he mumbles almost to himself, a deep scowl on his pretty face, "I haven't finished thinking about it." "Overthinking about it, you mean," I say, pushing my food away and looking deeper into his eyes. Usually, I would let it go and let him bring it up on his own, but I can't today. I had that bad feeling all day, it's probably about this some

In Distress

My Ex-Husband Is My Mate/Nao Solano

I can't believe this is happening. I have absolutely no words, so I just stare at him. "I understand this is awful, but I don't want to be a liar or hide things," he continues, sighing. My delicious chicken Alfredo is now forgotten, because my appetite has gone to hell, "I wasn't ready to tell you this yet, though, I needed to think about it some more." I take a deep breath and open my mouth to speak, but I stop when I hear big steps approaching. Bobbie. Farrow gets up and takes a seat again, before she asks questions. "I decided to eat, but just a little bit," she says when she enters the kitchen and sees us sitting at the breakfast table, then she frowns, "What? The vibes feel very weird in here." "Nothing. Here, have this," I say and offer her my mostly untouched food, "I'll go get another plate. We're having a serious conversation." "Oh, serious," she mocks me before grabbing the plate and leaving again. In a while, she'll come back down to grab something to drink. And then a

Anywhere

My Ex-Husband Is My Mate/Nao Solano

"It's fine, this is just a bump," I repeat when I'm looking in the mirror. I look like hell, so I advert my eyes and undress... but once I'm naked in front of the mirror, I can't stop myself from looking up again. I don’t like what I see. I haven’t felt like this since I was a teenager, but this time I hyper-focus on every little defect until I want to throw myself out the window. My hair is definitely my best feature and saving grace. Is thick, long and blonde. And very soft, shiny and healthy since I spend a fortune taking care of it. I love my hair very much… but other than that, I’m whatever. No, I was whatever when I was younger. Now I’m below whatever. I have the most basic of features. Average nose, average brown eyes, average lips. And my body is nothing to write home about either. I’m naturally thin, but that does not mean I have a good body. I have a soft belly, jiggly arms and my boobs are not as perky as they used to be. I think I've definitely let myself go.