All Chapters of My Ex-Husband Is My Mate: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Bobbie is already sitting at the table and texting on her phone. Farrow looks at her with narrowed eyes for a few seconds. This is very new, him actually being mad at her. Of course, he hates the Henry situation way more than her cursing at him or icing him out. And I didn’t even tell him about the skirt thing, I think that would piss him off even more. He walks to sit next to her and snatches the phone out of her hands like a badass. I have to hide a smile. That was really hot, him finally standing up to his bully. Bobbie takes a breath to complain, until she remembers she’s already in trouble and forces herself to stay calm. “Can I get it back? Please, Dad,” She adds, her voice strained, “I’ve been extra nice to you today.” “No, you’ve been fake nice out of guilt. Because you lied to my fucking face this morning,” Farrow corrects her, “I’d rather you be mean to me than fake nice. And I don’t like the lying, so you won’t get this back unless you’re going somewhere witho

"Who is it?" Bobbie mumbles from inside her room. "Mom. Open up, my hands are full," I respond. I can hear her huff of annoyance but she walks to the door and opens for me. Her eyes are red and puffy, "You need to eat." "I'm not hungry," she says and sits her butt down on her bed again to keep huffing some more. I leave the food on her desk, then I move closer and sit down next to her, "I hate that he's still here, acting like nothing happened. I hate that he thinks I want to act like before, like I just forgot the stuff he said to me. What he did to us. I don't know why you're so quick to forgive and forget, but I'm not.” "You don't have to forget, but you have to put down the metaphorical knives and just allow him to make it up to you at some point," I say, patting her back, "But this isn't about that right now, Bobbie. This is about you lying to us... to me? Why?" "Because you two are a team again. I mean, you told him about Henry," she throws at me, lifting her face to sho

"What happened?" I ask like a complete dumbass. Sky's face lifts to me and she looks like... well, I can't really read her, to be honest. She looks angry and relieved and sad all at the same time, "Were you guys worried about me? I just went out for a run.” "Did you run all the way to Alaska?" Rocky snaps from his side of the bed, arms crossed and wearing one of Sky’s robes too. God, I can’t stand him sometimes, "We've been worried sick. A text would've been nice." "I'm sorry," I let out, not knowing what to do or say. Sky is looking away from me and focusing on her breathing. I take a step to her, but am I even allowed to hug her? Probably not right now, "I didn't really... think you'd care. I-I mean... I'm sorry I didn't text you." "It's fine," she finally says and clears her throat, "I was just a little worried." "No, it's not fine. You left at two thirty PM according to Bobbie, so you were out for twelve fucking hours, unreachable. And that would be fine if it wasn't for t

"Are you ready to party?" Nico asks in the driest tone when I open the door for him. It's Friday night, reunion day, and he’s not excited about it. He’s only coming because I begged him, I need someone there that’s always on my side, "This is going to be epic… shit. Epic shit.” "Aren't you a sunshine?" I laugh, letting him walk inside, "We have to wait, Sky's not ready yet.” Nico groans with annoyance and impatience, but that’s nothing new. Nico is always annoyed. "Hi, man… did you go to your own high school reunion and was it shit?" He asks Rocky as we sit down on the bed next to him. Rocky is wearing one of Sky’s fluffy robes again, with the fluffy hood on. He’s ready to babysit tonight. "Nah, we didn't even have one. In my generation we all hate each other," he responds with a chuckle and Nico murmurs that he hates everyone too. But in our generation, the general consensus is that everyone hates... me. And I guess it’s understandable. When I first started going to s

{ Sky } I knew something like this could happen tonight, so I'm not surprised. And I'm not embarrassed either, because everyone here has seen Farrow fighting with one or two of the guys before. A lot of times, actually. I mean, this reunion didn’t even need to happen officially, most of us still hang out regularly. However, I am disappointed this happened before dinner. I spent a long time trying to play nice with some of the people I dislike the most—Hannah and Claudia, two of my former bullies—and trying to pretend I’m a grown-up who doesn’t hold any grudges and whose expensive shoes aren’t absolutely killing her. Luckily for me, they’re just as fake as I was being, so it wasn’t that unbearable. And they both mentioned I looked good, so there. Once that social torture was finally over and I was going to spend the rest of the night with my friends, happily stuffing my face, the shouting started. I closed my eyes and tried to pretend I didn't know who was the one causing