All Chapters of Divorced My Husband, Married My Bully : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Seraphina Different thoughts coursed through my mind as I sat stiffly in the passenger’s seat clutching my pearl purse tightly while trying everything to not turn or even allow his overwhelming scent to cloud my senses.The Kiss— The memory was ingrained in my mind like a stubborn stain that wouldn't wash away. My lips still burned like a fire threatening to consume me whole because the more I thought about it, the intense kiss made no sense. Why would he have kissed me like that when the only woman that he had loved was right there staring at us? And to think that she kept making all those fake cheers when I knew that deep down, she was seething with rage. Rowan’s presence next to me was more suffocating than the silence that stretched between us. Why wasn't he saying anything and most importantly, why did Rowan kissing me not seem weird?What was happening to me? I mustered the courage inside of me, turning to look at him while sucking in a deep breath. I couldn't deal with the

Lucia’s P.O.VThe comments. The way people had bashed and mocked Seraphina, just delighted me in unexplainable ways. That was what she deserved—To be humiliated and for her name to be dragged through the dust. I loved the way everyone reduced her to the fact that she was nothing but a mere stripper and at the same time, my heart twisted in my chest because deep down, I knew that it was me. I was the one but did it matter? What mattered was that no one knew the truth except for Rowan Whitmore. At the realization, my heart sank down my stomach and for a weird reason, fear clawed at my throat. Did I make the best decision, right? It wasn't like Rowan would do anything to me and…Firstly, why was I scared? I wasn't the one behind it, and what was my fault if people mistook Seraphina for me? How was it my fault that we were identical sisters?If he was coming for anyone, then that would have to be Mason— He was the one behind it so he would be the one to answer to Rowan. Plus it had be

Seraphina’s P.O.VI sat at the edge of the bench as my brows tugged together in a frown while my eyes followed Rowan with a glare before it shifted to Zoey Scott. They both held a paddle, flicking the ball back and forth as they sent it flying over the table. “I am not going to allow you to win this time” Zoey cheered while I remained seated at the same spot before rolling my eyes to the back and at the same time, questioning what I was doing here. I would rather not come here in the first place. Rowan was the reason I was here. The same way he forced me into coming with him to dinner was the same way he forced me into the tennis court despite me hating it.He had said something like “You don't need to participate. All you have to do is watch me and I can teach if you want”I wasn't even concerned about the fact that his special person was here. I didn't have the time to overthink what could be happening between him and Zoey. All that mattered to me was leaving this place as fast a

Seraphina’s P.O.VRowan drove the golf cart while I sat next to him, the weight of shame crushing on my shoulders as my mind replayed everything that he had said about Zoey. The more I thought about it, the more regret gnawed at me and in that moment, the only thing I wanted to do was hit myself in the face because I truly deserved it. How could I have judged someone for something that she didn’t even do? I painted her as the villain that she never was. What in the world was wrong with me?She was a genuinely sweet lady and yet, I harbored resentment towards her for an entirely stupid reason because why do I even care who Rowan gets into a relationship with? Why did the thought of him having something to do with her annoy me so much that I painted her as the antagonist she never was? One thing I knew was that I didn’t like Rowan, and never would because of all the emotional distress that he had put me through while we were still young. “But, why does my heart burn whenever he is wi

Lucia’s P.O.V I sucked in a deep breath and another, placing my hand on my chest, feeling the way my heart pulsated beneath my palm. I heaved an exasperated sigh, glancing at my assistant who stood next to me. “How many hours do I have left?” my voice was barely above a whisper. He responded. “According to the time frame that you asked me to monitor, you have just thirty minutes left…” Her words faded in the background and the sound of the blast resounded through my head, causing me to shudder. I was beyond traumatized because of all the hell that Rowan had put me in the past few days. I had made the worst mistake of my life and what remained was suffering for the consequences of my action. This was my karma. The news about the bomb blast that rocked through the entire city made the news. Everyone quivered in fear, thinking that it was a terrorist attack and some made up conspiracy theories of Mason and I working together to cause mayhem in the city. According to them