All Chapters of The Club Star Ex-Wife He Wants Back: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Mandy’s POVThe silence in my apartment echoed loudly as It’s been hours since the argument with Lucas, and I’m still here, alone, trying to make sense of everything. I didn’t want to be alone, but at the same time, I couldn’t bear the thought of being near anyone. Not after everything that happened, not after I pushed him away. I had to do this on my own, I told myself. I had to figure out what was going on inside my head before I could even think about facing him again.I sat on the couch, my knees pulled to my chest, and I stared at the blank wall across from me. My phone was on the coffee table, face down, and I haven’t touched it since the argument. The last thing I wanted to do was call Lucas. I couldn’t. Not after everything I said. I could barely look at myself in the mirror, let alone reach out to him and apologize. The words I’d thrown at him still echo in my head, each one more painful than the last. So, I closed my eyes and tried to push the memory away, but it’s there,

Mandy’s POVGetting to my apartment, the silence inside still feels suffocating. It’s been a day since the argument with Lucas, and the weight of it is still hanging over me. I can’t stop thinking about what I said, the way I pushed him away even though I didn’t want to. My chest tightens every time I remember his face—confused, hurt, and so damn patient. I’ve spent the last few hours pacing around, trying to make sense of it all, but the truth is, I’m not sure what to do next. I reach for my phone, my thumb hovering over Lucas’s contact. I want to call him. I want to apologize, to explain myself. But every time I think about it, the fear grips me, and I pull away. How do I tell him about the things that haunt me? How do I let him in when I’m still not sure if I can trust him with all of me?Instead, I text Wendy as usual as she’s always been the one I turn to when I’m drowning in my own head, when the emotions become too overwhelming to handle on my own. I need her advice, her stea

Writer's POV Leaving the Café, Lucas and Mandy drove their way to Mandy's house and as soon as they reached her apartment, they stood in the quiet of her living room as the weight of their conversation was still hanging in the air. They had talked—really talked—for the first time in what felt like forever. Words had been exchanged, some hard to say, some harder to hear. But they had landed in a way neither of them had expected. The walls that had built up between them, brick by brick, over the past few weeks, were finally starting to crumble.Mandy had been the first to speak up, breaking the silence that had settled between them like a thick fog. “I’m sorry,” she had said, her voice quiet, yet steady. “For pushing you away. For not letting you in when I needed you most.” The words had felt heavy coming out of her mouth, like they carried more weight than she had intended. But they were real. She didn’t know how else to say it.Lucas had listened, his eyes softening as she spoke. H

Mandy's POV Guilt is like that annoying neighbor who always shows up uninvited. You think you’ve locked the door, pulled the blinds, and settled in for a quiet evening, but there it is, banging on the window, reminding you it’s not going anywhere. And tonight, guilt was practically moving in. I couldn’t stop replaying the look on Lucas’s face. That raw mix of shock, anger, and betrayal—it had been seared into my brain. I didn’t blame him. If the roles were reversed, I’d probably be furious and confused too. But knowing that didn’t make it any easier to deal with. I paced the length of my living room, my phone clutched in my hand like it might sprout wings and fly away. Wendy had texted me earlier, something about Emily asking questions again. I hadn’t responded. What could I even say? “Hey, sorry I didn't tell Lucas about his kid for three years, but thanks for holding down the fort?” Yeah, that’d go over well. My stomach twisted at the thought of Emily asking questions. S

Lucas’s POVSome days had passed after our meet up at the Café and I guess it was time to really meet my daughter Emily. So, Mandy and I made our way to London and thank goodness I own a house there. I mean, I am a billionaire, so I could get most things at the tip of my hand.Gosh, I was terrified.I know I’d closed billion-dollar deals without breaking a sweat. But this? Meeting my three-year-old daughter for the first time?The park we agreed to meet up with Wendy, who would bring Emily out was quiet, the kind of calm that made the air feel heavier. I stood near a wooden bench, hands stuffed into my jacket pockets, scanning the playground like it was enemy territory. My heart was pounding, and for the first time in years, I felt completely out of my depth. “Relax,” Mandy said softly from beside me as she took notice of every one of my reactions. Then, not too long, her eyes shifted away from me as it was now fixed on a little girl approaching happily with a smile on her face whi