All Chapters of A Drunken Night With My Ex-Husband Boss: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Caroline povA rough shove against my shoulder jolted me out of my thoughts.“Hey, bitch. Time to see the world,” the officer sneered.I glared at him but held my tongue. Normally, I would have fired back with some sharp remark, but today…I just wasn’t feeling it.Call it ungratefulness or mood swings, but for a person that was being released today after staying in the four walls jail for almost a year. I could have balled out my eyes out in tears of joy, but noo.The officer noticed, as he had to make sure I heard his words well, this time roughly shoving me out of the small cell that has been my home for the past one year. “Get up you lucky bitch, I hope you come here again”I raised my middle finger at him, before taking my dress from the counter. Not after the woman officer gave me a look of disgust.“Arrogant rich idiots, they always come back” she muttered under her breath.“Just wait until my husband finds out how you guys treated me…”I threatened them, having the little sat

Caroline povEverything that happened next was a blur of actions. So fast for my drunk mind to process all at the same time.The lingering taste of expensive alcohol on my mouth, his intoxicating manly scent that continues to drive me crazy.My mind was clouded, but my body? My body knew exactly what it wanted.Him.No matter how wrong it soundedI didn't want to think. Or try to decide whether my actions were moral or not. This fire was burning beneath my stomach. I wanted it gone.We barged through the hotel door. Lips locked in a fierce battle of kisses. His hands roamed all around my body, firm and possessive, as if he were trying to map out every inch of my body.From my hazy vision, it was a room having a three digit number, but that was the least of my concern, as the door slammed shut behind us.Nothing else mattered, except this…Heat pooled beneath me as he trailed hot kisses from my collar bone down to the base of my neck. I ached my neck further, gripping him for bare lif

Carlines pov Divorce papers. A hollow laugh bubbled up in my chest. “You’ve been waiting for this moment, haven’t you?” I spat, glaring at Amelda. “all the fake laughs and concern. Our friendship was just so that you could ruin my life and take everything from me.” Amelda stepped closer, lowering her voice to a whisper only I could hear. “You were already ruined, sweetheart. I just finished the job.” My hands trembled with rage. I wanted to retaliate, to scream, and most especially, I wanted to wipe that smug grin off her very painted face. If only I had known. I could not have thought or believed that my best friend would turn her back against me. And not just that, even helping to shove a divorce paper to my own face. “Ohh, well, just for you to know, I am already pregnant” Emelda snuggled even closer to Nathan. “What!” I could not help but scream out in shock, despite myself. “Take a look, you barren bitch” she flung a medical report to my face. And there was wri

Caroline’s POVI blinked.Once.Twice.Maybe three times, because my brain simply refused to process what I had just heard.“You… want me to be your what?”“Wife,” Xavier repeated, smooth as ever, like he was ordering a simple cup of coffee. “Sign the contract.”I stared at the folder like it had grown fangs, finally losing it. “Are you crazy?! I choked, backing away. “You just saw what happened. My whole life is falling apart, and you think now’s the time to throw a marriage contract at me?”He didn’t respond.Of course he didn’t.Instead, he moved closer. Slow, calculated steps that made the air feel hum with tension, and my throat even tighter.“You think this is a joke?” I asked, my voice rising with disbelief. “Is this some kind of twisted revenge fantasy or…”“It’s a business arrangement,” he cut in coolly. “I don't have to engage myself in pitiful revenge drama. I need a wife for one day. You need a clean slate and your dignity back. It's a mutual benefit. win win..”I flinche

Caroline POVThe night air in Abuja had never felt colder.It had been two days since Jenna helped me escape, and each hour since then had been a nightmare, unraveling in slow motion.I stayed at a cheap rundown motel far from the city center, barely able to afford it with the little money I had left. I hadn’t eaten more than crackers and water. My phone was constantly buzzing, not with support, but torment.Everywhere I turned, Nathan’s influence had already poisoned the air.My name was trending for all the wrong reasons. News, blogs had picked up the embezzlement story. Pictures of me were plastered online with bold headlines like “Former Employee involved in company funds embezzlement, Husband Breaks Silence”. My bank account was frozen. My social media accounts were hacked. Even the few friends I had turned cold, ignoring my calls or worse, answering with hostility.I was branded.Alone.Ruined.I sat in the back of the cab, my fingers gripping the edge of the crumpled hundred-do