All Chapters of Let Me Go, Ex Husband!: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

OrchardThe stack of papers on my desk was enough to bury me alive. Each document demanded my full attention—contracts to sign, reports to review, and decisions to make. The office was eerily quiet except for the faint hum of the air conditioning and the occasional rustling of papers. Sunlight streamed through the large windows behind me, casting golden streaks on the floor, but I barely noticed. My entire focus was on my work.I leaned forward, flipping through yet another contract, but my mind wandered. Lately, life had been a blur of meetings, deadlines, and long nights in the office. Even Iris and I had been swept up in the chaos, barely finding time for each other. It hadn’t been intentional, of course, but it gnawed at me. The thought of her bright smile, the way her eyes lit up when she talked about something she loved, it felt like it had been ages since I’d seen those little moments.The buzz of my phone pulled me back to the present. I glanced at the screen and saw a messa

DaveI couldn’t stop myself. My lips crashed onto Bella in a wild, fiery kiss. It was desperate, consuming. Every ounce of self-control I’d sworn to have evaporated the moment I felt her respond.I kissed her like a man starved, my hands gripping her waist as though letting go would end me. She tasted like everything I shouldn’t want but couldn’t resist.What the hell was I thinking coming here? I’d told myself over and over that I wouldn’t let this happen again. But being around Bella, hearing her voice, seeing the way she looked at me—it broke every ounce of resolve I had left.Her soft breaths hit my skin, sending a charge through my entire body. My pulse was racing, my hands moving as if they had a mind of their own, tangling in her hair, pulling her closer.Our tongues tangled, her warmth and mine becoming one until we were breathless. I didn’t care about the world outside this moment. Nothing else existed but her.The loose knot of her bathrobe slipped, and it fell away entirely

Tiffany Have you ever wondered what it was like to be dipped in a vat of boiling acid and then wrung out to dry, specifically being squeezed of every ounce of life, allowing the acid to, in some ways, do more damage to your skin than ever before? That was me. That was me, I thought to myself again. She had done this. My sister. Except—kidding? We weren’t even related by blood. The only ties we held together were water, and just like it was said, blood was thicker than water. So why did it matter so much? It all started with the announcement of the gala, and then it was the fire. Dave had so stupidly brought her out himself, leaving me alone, and then finally it was the guts she had to use to look me in the eye and call me nothing but an intruder. Me. I was an intruder? Me? I asked out loud again, laughing to myself, finding it nearly comical. This was coming from someone who would look me in the eye and say certain things, yet suddenly she was bold? Suddenly, I was to b

Iris The evening had started so beautifully, but the phone call from Orchard’s father changed everything. I was still processing the shift in the atmosphere as Orchard ended the call and ran a hand through his hair, his jaw tightening. He looked calm on the outside, but I knew him well enough to recognize the storm brewing beneath the surface.“Is everything okay?” I asked cautiously, sitting up straighter in my seat.He hesitated for a moment, his fingers tapping rhythmically against the table. “My father wants me to come over.”I nodded, though his words unsettled me. Orchard rarely talked about his father. I knew their relationship was rocky at best, filled with unresolved tension and bitterness.“Do you want me to come with you?” I offered gently.He gave me a small, grateful smile. “Of course. I’d rather not go there alone.”That was all I needed to hear. Whatever was going on, I wanted to be there for him, even if I didn’t fully understand the weight of their history.The drive

DaveEight Hours PriorI had no reason to go, save to simply see things myself. But Tiffany's complaints were enough. Just confront her a little bit, I thought, especially after Tiffany had been giving me the cold shoulder over the past few days. It irked me, I thought. And after one evening at the bar, sipping on whiskey, I had come to a simple conclusion after a little talk with Tom. "Do something," he had said. "The best way to get your woman's attention off you momentarily is to make it about her. Give her something, shower her with as many goodies as possible. Heck, confront her bully, get her something pretty," he had said. "This shit ain't so hard. The reason why she's pissed is because she thinks you only care about yourself. But don’t you know that the best way to keep your woman’s eyes off you is to make yourself a selfless, responsible, ‘we’re trying, please, hardly possible,’ and you know it’s always ‘every man for himself’ lately. But I’m guessing you get what I mean,