All Chapters of Tangled Hearts: In Love With My Ex Husband's Boss: Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

The hospital smell wouldn't leave me. It was like it was stuck to my skin, a cold, sharp reminder of the room where everything fell apart. The doctor's words, "I'm so sorry, Ms. Woods," kept playing in my head, over and over. I stumbled through the door of my apartment, my eyes blurry, my hands shaking. I was holding that ultrasound picture like it was the only thing keeping me together, but it just felt like ash now.I wanted to come home to quiet, to Hector. I wanted his arms, his smell, something familiar. But the apartment was too quiet, a weird, heavy quiet. I was thinking maybe he was still in the office finalizing the papers we needed for an important meeting the next day. Then I heard a sound, a low moan, coming from the bedroom.Something made me walk towards it. I don't know why. The door was open a crack, and light was spilling out. What I saw made my stomach drop. Hector, my Hector, was in bed with Jasmine. They were… together.I choked back a sob. Hector's head shot up, h

Desmond’s hand clamped on my arm like a vise, pulling me away from Caspian. The heat of Caspian’s kiss still burned on my lips, a reckless, desperate warmth that momentarily chased away the icy chill of my despair. But Desmond’s grip was firm, his face a mask of disapproval.“Avery! What in God’s name do you think you’re doing?” His voice was tight, strained above the thumping bass of the music.I stumbled, disoriented, the alcohol and the sudden interruption making my head spin. “I… I don’t know,” I mumbled, trying to pull my arm free. “Just… leave me alone, Des.”Caspian stood behind me, his expression unreadable in the flashing neon lights. His gray eyes, though, held a flicker of something intense, something that made my heart flutter despite the turmoil inside me. He didn’t try to stop Desmond, just watched with a quiet intensity.Desmond’s grip tightened. “No, Avery. We’re leaving. Now.” He started to drag me through the throng of bodies, his movements forceful.“No!” I dug my h

The shrill voice belonged to Juliet Woods, Hector’s mother. She stood in the doorway, her short, rounded figure radiating disapproval. Her intense blue eyes, the same shade as Hector’s but colder, sharper, darted between us, taking in our flushed faces and the charged atmosphere of the room. Her aging gray hair was perfectly coiffed, and her expensive silk robe spoke of a woman who always expected order and obedience.“Mother,” Hector said, his tone immediately shifting, becoming more subdued. “We were just… having a discussion.”“A discussion that sounds more like a battlefield,” she snapped, her gaze still fixed on me. “Avery, what have you done now to upset my son?”My jaw dropped. She hadn’t even asked what was wrong, she had immediately assumed it was my fault. It was always my fault in her eye, even when I'm sure she could still see the red patches on my cheeks from Hector’s slap.“Actually, Mrs. Woods,” I began, my voice trembling slightly but with a newfound resolve, “your son