All Chapters of Comeback Of the Divorced Heiress: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Aubrey's pov ;Ryder and I stood off to the side, away from the main bustle of the wedding. I hadn't even meant to get into this conversation with him, but somehow, here we were, arguing like schoolchildren.He smirked, his expression so smug I wanted to punch it right off his face. "You really thought that little stunt would break me?" he asked, his voice low and almost amused. "I don't care that you did it. Even if that deal had been ruined, I would've survived." He stepped closer, his hand brushing a strand of hair away from my face. "But I underestimated you, Aubrey. I didn't know you were capable of pulling something like this off."His words hit me like a punch to the gut. It wasn't the content of what he said, but the way he said it—like he was impressed, like my efforts had been a game and he'd simply underestimated the player."I'm impressed," he added, voice dipping to a low, mocking tone. "Guess I'll have to be more careful around you from now on."I stood there, dumbfounde

Aubrey's pov ;By the time we finally made it to the hotel reception, I was drenched, shivering, and more than a little humiliated from being carried like some damsel in distress.The receptionist's eyebrows shot up when she saw us—soaking wet and looking like we had just survived a storm, which wasn't far from the truth."Can I help you?" she asked, her confusion clear.Ryder shifted me in his arms before answering, "We need a room.""How many?" she asked politely, glancing between the two of us."One," Ryder said without missing a beat."Two," I blurted at the exact same time.We exchanged disbelieving looks. His eyes narrowed, and I could see the annoyance flickering behind them. "Can't you just keep your mouth shut for once?" he muttered."I'm not staying in the same room as you," I hissed back. "I'd rather sleep in the car."The receptionist blinked at us, clearly trying to figure out what kind of chaotic relationship we had going on. She cleared her throat, and we both turned to

Ryder's pov ;She threw me out of the bathroom, slamming the door behind her. I stood there for a second, shaking my head with a smirk. God, she's such a handful. I leaned against the wall, reaching into my pocket when my phone buzzed.Of course, it was Sage. Usual routine. Crying and begging for more money."Ryder," she whined, her voice on the edge of hysterics. "I feel really ashamed…but the medicines—""I'm kinda busy right now," I cut in. "I'll message my manager to take care of you, so don't cry.""Thank you so much! Can we meet-""I'll talk to you later.""But, Ryder, I—""Later, Sage," I repeated, sharper this time, before hanging up.I wasn't in the mood for her mess tonight. Besides, I didn't need Aubrey overhearing that and assuming the worst again. She'd been quick enough to throw out words like *cheater* and *manwhore* the last time, and I didn't feel like having another one of those arguments.The bathroom door creaked open, and she stepped out in a towel, her hair wet a

Aubrey's pov ;I didn't wait for Ryder in the morning. I woke up early, my mind a mess of frustration and disgust.I couldn't bear to see him again, so I called Sophia to pick me up. She was there within the hour, helping me hobble into the car, avoiding any questions about what happened between Ryder and me.After a quick trip to the hospital to get my leg checked out, the doctor said it was just a bad sprain, nothing broken, but I'd need to stay off it for a while. I was relieved, though the pain still gnawed at me.Sophia drove me back home to change, and then I headed straight to the company. Work was the distraction I needed.But I kept getting texts from Gregory. He wanted to meet, so I finally agreed, thinking maybe some time away from everything would help clear my head.When I arrived at his house, I was greeted by his family with warm smiles, but it didn't take long for the uncomfortable questions to begin.We sat around the dinner table, Gregory's parents doting on us like

Aubrey's pov ;Gregory was watching me a little too closely, his eyes hanging back on mine in a way that made me feel more than just uncomfortable. I shifted in my seat, clasping my hands together to keep from fidgeting."You know…" he began, his voice low as he leaned forward slightly, resting his elbow on the arm of the couch. "We've been faking this for a while now, haven't we?"I stiffened, unsure of where he was going with this. "Yeah, we have," I replied cautiously."Well, don't you think…" He reached out standing and sitting near me on the bed, gently taking my hand in his. His touch sent an uneasy shiver down my spine, and I instinctively pulled back, but he didn't seem to notice. "Maybe we don't need to fake it anymore?"My heart began to race. What? What the hell is talking about?I stared at him, unsure if I had heard him right. "What do you mean?"Gregory's eyes locked onto mine, his expression earnest but intense. "Aubrey, I've been thinking a lot about us. I think we sho