All Chapters of Let Me Go, Ex Husband!: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Dave They said I had an ego the size of the ocean, but that’s not what I thought. A man had to do everything necessary to make a name for himself, and I, clearly being the first son of my father, was no exception. The company was simply the beginning—at least of what my father trusted me with. According to him, he would give me more, but it wasn’t enough. Which was why I favored the underground. Currently, I sat staring at the signature green-colored poker table. The dealer had already dealt the cards. The four extra people playing with me had already laid their chips. I smiled and then suddenly remembered that I had to keep my poker face on, ensuring they didn’t see it. “All in,” I said, shoving all the chips I had—only about $30,000 worth—into the middle of the table, knowing I had it in the bag. Roger was the first to plop down his cards, a rather dejected look in his eyes. One by one, the rest of them followed, showing their hands. Of course, in the end, I was the clear w

Iris’ PovI glanced up from where I was sitting on the bed, tucking my legs beneath me. He answered quickly, speaking in an unfamiliar tone with the person on the line.Whoever the person was, they had to be important, cause Orchard rarely smiled, and when he did, it had to be for something important or someone.I watched his closely, paying attention to his body language and facial expression. I could tell the conversation had shifted from a light one to a deep one, but I had no idea who could put Orchard on his toes and still make him feel relieved.I tried not to eavesdrop, but his soft chuckle pulled my attention. Orchard wasn’t the type to laugh freely. It was rare, and when it happened, it felt special, like a gift meant only for those closest to him. Hearing it now, directed at someone else, made me feel… off.I looked down at my hands, picking at my nails as the sound of his laughter filled the room. I told myself it was nothing, that I was being ridiculous. But that tiny, gna

OrchardThe morning air was crisp, and the faint scent of rain lingered as I stepped out of the car. I couldn’t help but smile.There was something invigorating about mornings like this—cool, promising, and full of possibility. The towering glass building of my office gleamed in the sunlight, its reflection stretching down the street like an endless promise of success.As I walked through the revolving doors, the rhythmic clicks of my shoes on the polished marble floor echoed in the vast lobby. The receptionist, Anna, greeted me with her usual cheerful smile.“Good morning, Mr. Orchard,” she said, her voice warm and welcoming.“Morning, Anna. How’s everything today?” I replied, adjusting the lapel of my jacket.“Busy, as always. But that’s how we like it,” she said with a wink.I chuckled lightly, nodding in agreement. The elevator ride to the 12th floor felt shorter than usual, and soon I was stepping into my office. The space was just as I’d left it the night before—tidy and bathed

Orchard.Her voice was like music to my ears. There was always going to be a place for a mother in my heart, and mine was no different. Sacrifices and understanding were all it took. I drummed my fingers against my steering wheel as I drove to the airport. Why didn’t I take my driver? Well, let’s just say I wanted to monopolize my mom's time as much as possible. There were always too many people around her, and most times, it was little things—little moments like this, picking her up myself and driving her where she needed to go—that counted.After a few long minutes spent hopelessly in traffic, I pulled up at the parking lot of the airport, brought out my phone, and stepped out of the car. Once inside, my eyes scanned the crowd of numerous people, and for once—well, maybe not just once, but at least another time in my life—I was grateful for the height God had given me. It was easy enough to spot her.She was looking around the airport, her phone pressed to her ear and mumbling a

Iris I stood there, frozen, staring at the mess on the floor. My hands trembled slightly as I bent down to pick up a few of the larger pieces.“I’m so sorry,” I stammered, my voice shaking. “I—I didn’t mean to. I’m so clumsy sometimes.”Orchard’s mother, Halle, turned toward me, and for a brief moment, I couldn’t read her expression. Her soft brown eyes landed on mine, and I braced myself for a sharp reprimand. Instead, she surprised me.“Oh, Iris, don’t worry about that!” she said, walking over and pulling me into a warm hug. Her arms were soft and smelled faintly of lavender, a comforting scent that eased my nerves almost instantly. “It’s just a vase. We were waiting for you to come home so we could have dinner together anyway.”The kindness in her tone caught me off guard. I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding, and a small, embarrassed smile crept onto my face.“Thank you,” I said softly.She patted my shoulder as she pulled back. “Now, go wash your hands. We’ll be wai