All Chapters of Let Me Go, Ex Husband!: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

IrisWhat is this about? I slowly marched into my office, feeling as though it was a foreign space and I, an alien. "Your father wishes to have a conversation about his will," Father's lawyer spoke in a curt tone. Michael, I believe his name was. If I remembered correctly, I used to have a crush on him when I was a kid, but now it had faded, and all that was left was simply disgust—especially when I caught him kissing my mom. And by mom, I mean stepmother. Yes, Karen was cheating on Dad, but I wouldn’t be the one to let him find out. "I’m sure my dad can talk for himself," I said, slowly walking around the desk toward my seat and lowering myself into it. "Well?" I met my father’s eyes. "Is there something you need, Father? Something you’d rather come to talk to me about? Or at least you could have sent a letter," I said, rolling my eyes. "If you didn’t want to write one, you could have simply sent an email. You can do that now, online. You don’t even have to come." Father cleare

Orchard Call me a worrywart or whatever, I was dead worried about my mother. To the point that my only small consolation was Iris's smaller hand on my thigh the entire fast-paced ride to the hospital. Did I run several red lights? Yes. Was I secretly hoping that no police officer would stop me simply because of that? Yes. Was I silently praying that I wouldn't run into law enforcement at any point in my journey? Yes. At some point, I heard the sound of sirens piercing into my ears. My heart was gripped so harshly with fear, running several hundred miles an hour until I was nearly overtaken by vertigo. Strangely and to my surprise, luckily it was an ambulance that, in the end, overtook me. Well, there was only one thing that meant: I wasn’t driving fast enough. I stepped my foot rather harshly on the gas, burning a bit of small gas from my wife, but in the end, she said nothing. She only gripped my leg tighter. In the end, we got to the hospital in one piece, and to my utmost happin

IrisI couldn’t sleep. Something about the over-excitement I felt was vastly different from our honeymoon. I simply spent all my time drawing circles on Orchard’s naked chest, just because I didn’t want him to wake up, and then began drawing the same circles on the pillow. Eventually, what probably felt like just an hour passed before my alarm for 5:00 a.m. blared out. In the end, the alarm didn’t wake me up—Orchard did. "Guess what?" he began, playing around with a few locks of my hair. "That it’s still night?" I mumbled into the pillow. "No," he mustered with a chuckle in his voice. "It’s 10:00 a.m. My pilot called—he wants to know when we’re going to be ready to go. I told him an hour. That was 20 minutes ago." My eyes snapped open, and without wasting much time, I bolted into the bathroom. All the while, Orchard’s smile pleased him far too much. "I’m behind! I’m going to get you for this!" I yelled at him before slamming the bathroom door playfully in his face. Aft

Dave’s PovThe moment the car pulled up and stopped, something inside me felt off. It was like a knot twisting tighter and tighter in my chest. I stood there, staring at it, trying to see through the heavily tinted windows. Who was inside? Why weren’t they coming out? My legs were restless, my fingers tapping against my thigh as I waited.The car didn’t move. It just sat there. Silent. Still.I glanced at Lisa, who was standing a little away from me, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. Her face was tense, but she wouldn’t look at me. That only made the knot in my chest twist harder.“What’s going on here, Lisa?” She didn’t answer.I clenched my fists, the heat rising in me as the seconds dragged on. Who was in that car? The longer it sat there, the more suspicious it felt. I tried to peer closer, but those windows were so dark, it was like looking into a void.“Is someone going to come out, or what?” I muttered, half to myself, half to Lisa.No response.I turned back to the car

DaveIt was all well and good so long as she didn’t notice how much money I was spending. Given the fact that this one did not come from my pocket but from the company’s, it was fine. Tiffany, however, was too glassy-eyed, so glad that she did not stop chatting by the time the plane touched down and through the entire ride to the resort. It took quite a lot of convincing, especially given the fact that the rich Hector had booked the majority of it. Most of the restaurants were also booked for the entire week—most of everything was booked—but with a little bit of wiggle room, I did find myself in opposite places of his, so long as me and my business were not on the top floor of the resort. Eventually, I was able to secure a rather good-looking suite on the third floor overlooking the beach, much to the delight of Tiffany, who wouldn’t stop gushing about everything. We hadn’t spent up to five minutes in the room before she bolted out the door, screeching something about seeing somet