All Chapters of Divorced My Cheating Husband & Fell For His Twin: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Convincing Rachel to come with me was a huge task after the conversation we had earlier. But when I finally managed to convince her, she just wouldn’t stop asking so many questions about the guy she was going to meet. “Is he tall?” she asked as we sat in the back of our Uber. “I don’t know.”“I hope he’s tall. Is he handsome?”“I guess we’ll find out.”“Does he have nice teeth?” “I think so.”“I just hope he’s not a buff gym bro who’s only going to talk about his latest workouts. Please tell me he’s at least smart.”“Rach, I’m as clueless as you are,” I said. “I honestly don’t know anything apart from what Ethan told me. He said they’re going to meet us at the restaurant, and that his name is Blake. That’s all I know.”“Blake,” she whispered to herself, leaning back and smiling to herself. “Nice name. He sounds like a great guy who works on Wall Street.”“We’ll see about that,” I said, readjusting my hair. For some reason, I felt extremely nervous about seeing Ethan again. Maybe it

When I was a little girl, my dad used to take me out for walks every Sunday evening around the block. He would place me on his shoulders and we would walk around as many times as he could manage, talking about my weekly tea parties and the latest episode of The Looney Tunes. It was our daily father-daughter ritual, and I always looked forward to it because it was the one time I got to be myself around him, and have his full, undivided attention on me. Yet that seemed like a lifetime ago, especially after the hell I’d been through. And it all started on a random Sunday morning when I got a message from the front desk that someone was here to see me. I thought it was Ethan, so I told him to come up. But when I opened the door and saw my father standing in front of me, I froze instantly. He hadn’t changed that much, but there were still a few signs that he was getting older. His temples were grayer than I remembered, and his eyes were a little bit more sunken in than usual. He looked l

“Holy shit! You look like a princess!”I couldn’t stop giggling like a lunatic as I twirled around the living room, showing off the dress. I felt so pretty, and it was such a nice feeling to unwind after such a hectic day. Rachel and I didn’t leave the office until it started to get dark. Normally I would have gotten back, taken a very cold shower and curled up in the nicest duvet until sunrise the next day. But then we got back and found the dress Ethan has sent, and I couldn’t stop smiling. Just looking at it made my stomach explode with butterflies. I kept imagining what he must have been thinking about when he decided to get it, knowing that I was going to wear it. The thought of that only broadened my grin. “Do you think it’s appropriate for the gala?” I asked. “Honey, it’s more than appropriate,” she said. “You look stunning.”“You too,” I replied, and we stared at our reflections in the mirror by the door. Rachel’s dress was black as well, except the neckline was way deeper

ETHANI’m not much of a drinker. In truth, I despise alcohol. But there are few moments in a man’s life where the only thing that can make him feel whole again is the cold sting of vodka sliding down the back of his throat. After my fifteenth shot, I felt slightly easier and the knot in my chest loosened a little bit. Maybe it was truly the alcohol doing its work. Or maybe my body just realised that if I kept dwelling on things, I was going to have a heart attack. I shouldn’t have asked her to leave. I regretted it the moment I did. But I just couldn’t bear the thought of looking at her and knowing the truth about her and Marcus. It was the worst betrayal I’d ever experienced, and the most painful part was the fact that this wasn’t the first time I was experiencing something like this. I downed another shot and squeezed my eyes shut at the burn, as I forced the image of Veronica out of my mind. Thankfully the vodka helped a little bit, though it didn’t completely wipe her out of m

MARCUSIf there’s one thing I pride myself in, it’s my ability to read people. One look at you, and I can pretty much instantly tell exactly what you want. And once you know what someone wants, you have them in the palm of your hand.Take Olivia, for example. From the moment she walked into that conference room seven years ago with the most dazzling smile I’d ever seen in my life, I knew exactly what she wanted. I knew that this was someone who wanted to be loved. You could see it in the way she tried so hard to impress us, the way she would nod eagerly before answering any question and how bright and attentive she seemed. I could see through this act however. Underneath the confidence, I could sense a crushing need to be loved and appreciated. I could tell that she cared a lot about what others would think about her. I could see it in her eyes, and when it was time for me to make her fall for me, it didn’t take long to make her realize that I was the only one who could give her exac