All Chapters of THE EX - WIFE'S RECKONING : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The morning after should have felt different.Sunlight filtered through the massive windows of Ethan’s penthouse office, casting golden streaks across Naomi’s bare skin. She stirred, muscles aching deliciously from the night before, she still had the remnants of their passion still humming in her veins. They had been together throughout the previous day, ever since the lawyer had gone. She wasn’t his wife anymore. She was supposed to walk away. She thought.Ethan was already awake too, leaning against the edge of his desk, fully dressed except for his loosened tie. His gaze raked over her, unreadable and intense, like he was committing every inch of her to memory and to the memory of the previous night.Naomi pulled the sheet higher over her chest. “You’re staring.“ She said…He smirked, a slow, knowing curve of his lips. “So are you.”She scoffed, rolling her eyes as she sat up. “Last night was a mistake.”Ethan’s expression darkened. “Is that what you tell yourself every time?”Eve

Naomi’s fingers tightened around the phone. A chill slithered down her spine, but she forced herself to stay still, to not betray the fear racing through her veins.“What do you want, Damian?” she asked, keeping her voice level, even as her pulse hammered wildly in her chest.“You, Naomi.” His voice was a whisper of steel, just as always. “I want you to remember who you belong to.”Her stomach twisted. “I don’t belong to anyone.”A low chuckle. “That’s where you’re wrong, darling.”The call disconnected.“Pom Pom Pom”, came the sound of the disconnectionShe stood frozen for a moment, her skin crawling, Damian’s possessiveness suffocating. Then, she did the only thing she could and wanted, she called Ethan back. She wanted to feel even.He answered immediately. “Naomi?”Her voice came out in a whisper. “I need to see you, I’m weak.” She said.Ethan’s penthouse was exactly as she remembered, dark wood, glass walls overlooking the city, and the lingering scent of him, smoky, masculine,

Naomi’s hands trembled slightly as she turned the card toward him. The words were elegantly scripted, but the message was anything but refined.Meet me on the rooftop alone. Or someone you love will suffer.Her stomach twisted. Damian wasn’t bluffing. He never did.Ethan took the card from her, reading it before his jaw clenched. “He’s trying to isolate you.”Damian smiled. “Such a smart man, aren’t you, Ethan? But then again, you always underestimated just how well I know Naomi.” He stepped closer, lowering his voice so only she could hear. “You and I both know you’ll come. You always do.”Naomi forced herself to remain expressionless, but inside, panic swirled. Damian always had a plan, and now, she was trapped in it.Ethan stepped protectively in front of her. “She’s not going anywhere alone.”Damian chuckled. “We’ll see about that.” Then, with a lingering glance at Naomi, he turned and disappeared into the crowd.Ethan turned to her immediately. “We’re not playing his game.”Naomi

Naomi’s heart pounded in her chest as Damian sipped his whiskey, eyes sharp with amusement while he watched her. Every nerve in her body screamed at her to stay calm, to act natural. She could feel the weight of his gaze drifting over her like he was playing a game.“I must say,” he murmured, setting the glass down with a soft clink, “I’ve missed this little fire of yours. It’s almost a shame you chose Ethan over me.”Naomi forced a smirk. “You say that like you ever gave me a choice, Ethan is my husband.”Damian chuckled, slow and dark, before leaning forward, elbows on his knees. “You always had a choice, sweetheart. You just made the wrong one, just like you divorced him in the first place.”She exhaled sharply. This was going nowhere.“I held up my end of the deal,” she said, her voice steady. “Now tell me where Ethan’s brother is.”Damian sighed, reaching into his pocket and pulling out his phone. He held it between his fingers, tapping the screen lazily as if savoring the contro

The worst that can ever happen is not natural death, but drowning in a pool filled with excitement and anxiety about something that feels like nothingness.An endless number of black-body-tinted glasses Jeeps flooded the premises. The serenity of the building surroundings caught the terror from the shadows of the thick dark jeeps. A group of twelve men and two women dressed in black strolled with poise-briskly toward the four storied building with pillars at each opposite end, painted white. A bronze made elegant stature of a blind-folded woman, with a two-edged sword to the right, and a balance to the left, curvy shaped to fit a figure eight, blonde breasts sitting at on the cleavages. “You spoiled brat. I see why your father never took you too seriously when he was alive. Get your eyes off a statue’s breast and get your hands busy with the real deal.” Uncle Dan, interrupted Nathan’s fantasy. “Erhm.. Eh.. Uncle. I….” A stray-scornful apology demanding–look from Uncle Dan’s is enoug