บททั้งหมดของ Ex-Husband’s Nemesis: บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

Jake’s POVChapter 32Her lips were on mine.Soft. Warm. Hesitant.For a second, my entire world stopped.Deep down, I knew this was wrong. I knew we shouldn’t be doing this. But I felt trapped, caught in a moment I hadn’t seen coming.Andrea’s hands clung to my shirt at first, but then she slowly moved them, sliding up to the back of my head. Her fingers curled into my hair, caressing it softly. I heard the faintest sound—a low, breathy moan escaping her lips.My body betrayed me.I wasn’t supposed to let this happen.I wasn’t supposed to want it.But I did.Just as I felt myself sinking deeper, reality crashed down on me like a violent wave.What am I doing?This wasn’t supposed to happen.Andrea wasn’t in the right state of mind.I was taking advantage of her vulnerability. It didn’t matter that she kissed me first—she had been drinking, she was hurting, and I should have stopped it the moment her lips touched mine.This isn’t about me. This isn’t about what I want.I forced myself

Chapter 34“I’m bored,” I muttered to myself, stretching my legs out on the couch.Since Jake left in the morning, I had done nothing but drown in my thoughts. The hours dragged on, each one stretching endlessly as I replayed everything I shouldn’t be thinking about.The room felt empty. Too empty. I wasn’t fond of having Jake around, but without him, there was a strange silence that made the space feel even bigger than it was. I sighed, shaking my head. What am I even thinking?I threw my head back against the couch, exhaling loudly. Just lying here was tiring. I needed something—anything—to pull me away from this endless cycle of thoughts.Grabbing my phone, I started scrolling through random pages, but nothing held my interest. Then, something hit me—I hadn’t received any of those cryptic messages lately. I had been so busy that I hadn’t even noticed. My brows furrowed. Maybe the good-for-nothing bastard finally decided to stop messing with me.I tossed my phone onto the table and

Chapter 36 Jake’s POV My whole body ached as I opened my eyes. I tried to move, but a sharp pain shot through my ribs, making each breath feel like a battle. The strong scent of antiseptic filled my nose, and somewhere nearby, a machine beeped softly. For a moment, I forgot where I was. I turned my head slightly and saw Andrea. Her hands were resting against her cheeks, supporting her head as she dozed off. Her fingers twitched slightly, probably from exhaustion. She looked pale and drained. “Hmmm.” I let out a low sigh. “Andrea.” Her head snapped up instantly, her eyes widening in panic as she hurried to my side. “You’re awake,” she breathed out, her voice laced with relief as her eyes scanned me. “Yes, I’m awake. How long did I sleep?” I asked, my voice strained. “Umm… four hours.” “That’s a lot of time. And you’ve been here since then?” My brows furrowed as I studied her. She looked exhausted. “Of course, I was. Where else was I supposed to be?” “Andrea, please go back

Chapter 38If Jake was right, who would want to do something this cruel and go as far as taking my life? The answer to that question was far from coming. The only enemy I had was Jason, but taking my life was too brutal. Jason was evil, no doubt, but he wouldn’t go that far… would he?After everything he had done to me, I couldn’t vouch for him. Or did my father have any enemies who didn’t want me in the company? But I was in Seattle, which made it even more surprising. Who would fly all the way from New York to Seattle to kill me? If they wanted me dead, they would have done it while I was still in New York—that would have been easier.My mind was spinning. Maybe it was just an accident. Maybe I was overthinking.“I don’t get it,” I murmured, pressing my fingers against my temples.“Understand what?” Jake asked, snapping me out of my thoughts.“Uhmm…” I hadn’t even realized I had spoken so loudly.Jake narrowed his eyes on me. “Andrea, you look worried. If it’s about what I said conc

Chapter 40Jake pov The ride to the Sinclair estate was quiet. I was still surprised when Andrea’s father asked me to stay with them for a while. I agreed—not because I couldn’t take care of myself, but because I needed Andrea close. I had no doubt that Jason would strike again, and something told me he had a hand in the accident. I needed to keep an eye on her.I glanced at Andrea. She was staring out the window, her fingers tapping restlessly on her lap. Her posture was tense, her expression unreadable. The silence between us wasn’t just comfortable—it was thick, heavy, filled with unspoken words. She wasn’t thrilled about me staying in the house, but she wasn’t fighting it either. I had a feeling she didn't argue because she still felt guilty about the accident. If only she knew—I didn’t blame her at all.The car slowed as we approached the massive Sinclair estate. The towering iron gates opened smoothly, revealing a long, paved driveway lined with trimmed hedges and tall oak tree