All Chapters of Divorced My Cheating Husband & Fell For His Twin: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

It took me over three hours to decide what to wear. And after that, it took me another hour to finally convince myself to step out of the hotel. The result was that by the time I came downstairs, Ethan had been waiting for over thirty minutes. My heart stopped at the sight of him standing in the lobby, holding a bouquet of white roses and wearing a crisp black suit which hugged his frame nicely. He looked like he was waiting to escort the prettiest girl in school on her prom date, and when he ran his fingers through his hair, I had to stifle the shiver that was attempting to creep down my spine. In contrast, I was wearing a simple, sequinned black dress, with a low-cut neckline and a small slit reaching up to the middle of my thigh. I’d paired that with a pair of heels, and a silver purse which matched my necklace and earrings. I wasn’t sure where exactly we would be going, so I wanted to look presentable at least. It was better to be overdressed than underdressed anyway. Ethan tur

MARCUSThe first week was the most brutal. I felt like I was walking on eggshells. Emily hadn’t spoken a single word to me since I walked into her room after she woke up. She hadn’t even looked at me at all, and she simply kept a blank express on her face. Getting out of the hospital was the first sign that things were not going to work out. There were dozens of photographers camped outside the hospital, waiting for the lovely Reynard couple to show up so they could spin the story even more. “Get her out through the back entrance,” David advised me. “There’ll be less paparazzi there, and you can sneak her out in an ambulance or something.”That did not sit right with her. When the nurse told her how she would need to leave the hospital, she threw and said she would be walking out of the hospital with her head held high. And as much as it pained me to let her do that, there was absolutely nothing I could do about it. So I had to stand there and help her out, pushing her out on a whee

Taking care of Rachel became my main priority. After the nightmare of the last few days, things were starting to look up. Neither of us had gone out at all, and we simply stayed in the hotel and binge-watched reruns of Friends. We ate together, braided each other’s hair and just talked. It was just like old times, back when we were in college together and I would sometimes sit with her and talk when Emily was off at a frat party or something. “You know, I wish my parents named me after Monica,” she said on our last day in Paris. We were curled up together on the couch, eating ice cream and watching an episode of Friends. It was still early in the morning, and we hadn’t even packed yet. I wasn’t going to ask her to do it, so I intended to do all the packing myself. But being the procrastinator that I was, I wanted to leave it until the very last moment. “Why do you say that?” I asked. “You don’t like Rachel?”“She’s such a spoiled little princess,” she said. “And the woman doesn’t kn

ETHANI’m an idiot. I’ve always known that, and I guess you could say that I always find a way to put myself in these situations. But it’s not like I actively try to do it. It’s not like I want to be idiot. It just happens. I knew I shouldn’t have asked Liv to move back to the States with me. Even as I was about to say it, there was a voice at the back of my mind telling me that it was a stupid move. What sort of woman would drop everything in her life and move with someone? I knew she would say no. I was bracing myself for it. But I would have hated myself even more if I didn’t ask. I knew we were still just getting to know each other, but it still felt like I’d known her for a very long time. Being with her was just so comforting, and it made me realise just how much I had craved this. I hadn’t been in a relationship in over a decade, and I knew that maybe that was part of the reason why I felt so compelled to pour all my attention on the first woman who even looked in my directi

“Okay, spill,” Jess said, leaning over my desk and narrowing her eyes at me. “You’ve been acting weird ever since you got back from Paris. Did something happen out there?”I looked up and simply smiled. I’d been trying not to think about Paris ever since I got back, but that was easier said than done. Even though it had been three days since I came back to London, I still hadn’t gotten back to normal. I thought I was hiding it well, but apparently that wasn’t the case. “It’s nothing, Jess,” I replied. “I’m just exhausted.”“You’ve been exhausted since you came back,” she said. “Even Joanna mentioned that you don’t seem like yourself anymore. Is something wrong?”“I appreciate the concern, Jess,” I said. “But I’m fine. Really.”She wasn’t buying it, so I pretended to focus on something on my screen. Her desk was all the way across the room, so she had to walk all the way back there. But I could tell that she really wanted to keep pressing the matter. She must have realised that I wasn