All Chapters of My Ex-Husband Is My Mate: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Me and Rocky are both hanging out in his bed watching TV and eating junk food while everyone else is working or in school. And right now, with both mom and dad looking at us with those eyes, I feel like I'm ten years old all over again and I almost want to hide my chips, except I remember this is my house and I’m a grown woman. "When were you going to tell us what's been going on?!" My mom demands, with her hands on her hips and her long, white hair up in a crazy ponytail. And she’s wearing her lazy day clothes, so I know they rushed here completely unplanned, "And what is this bed doing in the middle of the living room?! What are you doing here, Rocco? Why is the whole house such a mess?" "This is my and Danny's room, we're sharing a bed and that table over there is my closet, that’s why is messy," Rocky responds, "And, uhm, we're all staying here to make sure Sky doesn't kill herself." "And none of you thought of sharing what was happening?" My dad demands, but he looks very cal

"What?" I squeak, Bobbie nods, "Bob, you're crazy." "Am not. You're not that old, you should have some fun," she says, offending me just a little with that 'not that old' comment, "Please? Dad can go suck a dick, I want you to have a new boyfriend." "Stop swearing so much," I scold her, knowing damn right it's Rocky's fault. He has said that Farrow 'can go suck a dick' multiple times lately, "And no. You're being a petty teenager. I'm a grown woman, I won't get with someone just to prove I don't miss my ex." "You should get with someone because he is with someone," she growls, not beating the petty teen allegations, "Really mom, I hate the way people look at you when we go out, like: oh, poor woman, she got dumped and now she's all alone." "Thanks, Bobbie, you always humble me," I mutter, but I chuckle, "You're crazy." "Nu-huh, not crazy. I’ve seriously discussed this with my friends and we all think the same. You're super gorgeous, you can totally get a new man. A better ma

I swear I try my best to hold it in. To be a mature woman and be the bigger person here, but I can’t. "God… what a fucking bitch! Bitch, bitch, bitch!” I finally blurt out while we’re waiting for Cameron’s car to arrive. He starts laughing, "There was no need for her to be such a bitch, right?" "Absolutely not. And they walked to our table only to be nasty. They were already sitting somewhere else until the girl noticed you," he says, surprising me, "I saw them coming in around fifteen minutes ago, that's why I was on a rush to leave. There was no reason for them to do all that, I'm very upset in your behalf." I shake my head in disbelief. I can't believe Farrow just let her do that, go there to antagonize me and try to embarrass me. "She was really quite a bitch," Cameron adds, making me smile again, "How are you feeling?" "Angry," I spit out, "Fucking angry. Like you said, there was absolutely no need to do that. The Farrow I know would never act like that, he hates awkwar

"It must be very scary for you to even consider having sex with someone else since you've only been with one guy," Regina murmurs slowly as if she’s deep in thought, then she lifts a hand, "I'd like to propose something." "I'll allow it," I play around, sipping on my freshly refilled mimosa. "All of us have been single at some point except for you, but you used to go out with us anyway and often acted as our wingwoman," she starts, I nod, interested, "So how about we go out again, except we act as your wingwomen this time? Now we're all boring and locked up, but we can still get you some guys to dance with and kiss..." "Well, I've only been with Roland two months... I wouldn't mind dancing with someone else if you keep it a secret," Monica murmurs, laughing with Emily about that as I consider what Regina is saying. I've never been out as a single woman before, that's very much true. It must be a lot more fun. "Think about it, you've been married forever... and now you're goin

A few minutes later I have to get up in a rush and go look for a bathroom before I throw up all over my friends. Luckily, I make it to the toilet… but then I let out everything I consumed tonight. And it’s not an easy ordeal because my body decides it must cleanse itself from the inside out. I wake up the next morning in the bathroom floor. I have no idea when or why I fell asleep here, but I guess since I couldn't stop throwing up, I just gave up and decided it was safer to stay there. Now I'm dehydrated and hungover as fucking hell. I get up with a long whine and stumble out of the bathroom to go back to the room with my sister and my friend, both of them in their individual little mattresses. "Hope," I whine and I bend down to shake her, trying to wake her up, she just groans in annoyance, "Hope, I threw up. I feel bad." "Me too," she complains and slaps my hand away, but I'm not in the mood to be slapped right now, so I just whine and throw myself on top of her, "Get off!"