All Chapters of My Ex-Husband Is My Mate: Chapter 91 - Chapter 99

I wake up the next day still aggravated. And it only gets worse when Sky sits me down on the breakfast table like I’m a kid to tell me I can’t attack her boyfriend tonight or she’ll cut my dick off. As if. She likes it too much… or… maybe not anymore, actually. Maybe she likes another one better now. No! Repress! Repress that thought! “Are you understanding what I’m saying?” She asks, turning to me and pointing at my face with a knife. She’s making subs for lunch, “I will be kissing him, probably. I mean, most likely, since we’re dating. And he’s helped me so much with this au…” I roll my eyes and repress her voice and what she’s saying in real time. Whatever. I had all night to prep myself mentally for the mess of tonight. I think I’m ready. Or, more like, defeated and surrendered to the shit storm about to hit me. Because I can’t avoid it, I have to go through the shit storm with my head up and my mouth shut because the alternative would be me not showing up to Sky’s im

I stay with the family with my back firmly to the gallery so I don't have to catch a glance of Sky and Cam again, but when the auction starts, there's no way of escaping that sight anymore. I sit in the front row with the rest of the family with Bobbie to my side and Noah to the other and I have to look right at Cam standing in front of the crowd and hear his stupid lame voice as he talks about his artists. Sky and two others I don't care about. He starts with the other two artists and I honestly tune it out completely. But then it's time for Sky to come to stage and introduce her three pieces. This, I care about.I almost cheer and clap until I remember this is fancy people. Fancy people are quiet and sophisticated, they don’t cheer. So I just pull my phone out and I snap a couple pictures of Sky looking hot and artsy over there. The first two pieces she shows are abstract and dark, but they're really cool. Kind of gothic, which is not her usual style at all. She’s a colorful, c

"The date got canceled, there was a situation with his family," I respond, walking to my daughter because we've been distant since I grounded her, but she was so sweet today. I scoot closer to her until I can hug her, "What are you guys watching?" "Nothing yet, just browsing. I've binged three different shows since you guys decided to take my phone away," she mutters, but there isn't as much venom in her voice and she's still hugging me, "I was telling Dad how dumb that was back there. Him trying to buy your painting, like some revert money laundering that doesn't make any profit." "It was a romantic gesture," Farrow mutters, still not turning to look at me, "I don't expect two cold hearted women to understand. All you care about is money." "Yeah, kinda," Bobbie responds with a laugh, "So what are we going to do now that we're rich?" "Nothing. Be sad," Farrow responds. Jeez, he's in a mood, "I was happier when I was poor." "Okay, stop now," I get up from Bobbie to look at hi

Sky's mouth falls open at my audacity and I'm kind of expecting her to hit me again and then laugh because that was totally a joke. A little bit. I mean, unless... "You’re so fucking..." she closes her eyes and tries her hardest not to smile, "No. Obviously not.” "Obviously not, baby, that was fully a joke to lighten up the mood I ruined,” I explain, making her snort and relax just a little. At the end of the day, that was my goal. I made her relax a little bit and now I can finally apologize, "I fucked Violet in our bed and I will never forgive myself for that, so I don't expect you to forgive me, not for a second.” Sky winces and gets closer to me with her palm up, trying to make me shut up, but I don't let her cover my mouth. I grab her wrist and take it to my nose and breathe it in. "And I already apologized, but I will do it again a million times if you need to keep hearing it. I hate that I did that, I wasn't in my right mind, I was in a spell," I remind her. And it's