Ex-husband wants me back novel

Shadows of the Past - By Emma Clarke 16 Summary Daven sits quietly in the kitchen, watching Althea move confidently as she cooks, clearly at ease in the space. He compliments her talent, and she admits she enjoys cooking because it brings joy to others. Their conversation shifts naturally to Daven's work, where he explains that the merger talks are complicated by a conservative board, though he appreciates the meal Althea prepared. As they share the meal, a comfortable silence grows between them, but tension lingers beneath the surface.

Daven questions Althea about the seriousness of her request for him to make her his wife, probing if she truly understands the implications. Althea meets his challenge head-on, affirming that her decision is her own, despite any doubts or judgments. The moment escalates when Daven suddenly touches Althea's face and kisses her with fierce intensity. The kiss is overwhelming and painful, reflecting the complex emotions and power dynamics between them. Though hurt, Althea responds, steadying herself as the kiss leaves no room for hesitation.

When Daven finally breaks away, his low, intense warning hints at the difficult night ahead, underscoring the charged and uncertain nature of their relationship. The chapter ends with a sense of anticipation and unresolved tension between them. Continue Regular Chapter Reading Below Chapter 16 Daven settled into the chair beside the kitchen, the warm scent of melting cheese gradually enveloping the room. His gaze remained fixed on Althea, unwavering. He observed her as she moved gracefully around the kitchen, every step deliberate and assured, as if the space belonged to her alone.

There was a fluidity to her movements, a natural ease that suggested she felt truly at home here. Breaking the quiet, Daven remarked, "You're quite talented." Althea glanced back over her shoulder, blinking in mild surprise. "Talented?" "In the kitchen," he clarified. A soft chuckle escaped her lips, tinged with amusement. "I've had my fair share of practice," she said, turning back toward the stove. Her voice softened. "Cooking is something I enjoy.

There's a certain joy in transforming simple ingredients into a meal that someone else appreciates." She caught herself, remembering how Daven disliked when she rambled. "Sorry, Daven," she murmured quickly, cutting off her own words. He smiled, a teasing glint in his eyes. "Why apologize? Keep talking if you want to." Althea hesitated for a moment before changing the subject. "So, what happened with the merger talks with that Asian company yesterday? Did they come to a decision?" Daven raised a subtle eyebrow.

"You've been keeping up with the news, haven't you?" She shrugged casually, then set a plate before him. "Here. Enjoy." Daven sliced into the omelet, the aroma already whetting his appetite. "The problem isn't the merger proposal itself," he explained between bites. "It's the board-they're too conservative." He took a slow, deliberate mouthful, savoring the flavors. "This is really good, Althea. You definitely know your way around the kitchen." Her face brightened with a genuine smile. "Thanks for the compliment." She poured a glass of water and placed it beside his plate.

"I'm sure you'll find a way to convince them." He nodded thoughtfully, taking another bite. "Maybe." After a few more mouthfuls, Daven leaned back, closing his eyes briefly as he savored the meal. "Better than I expected." "The omelet?" she asked, a small smile playing on her lips. "Mhm. Or maybe I was just starving," he replied with a hint of humor. Althea chuckled softly, then began collecting the dirty dishes. Just as she stood to clean up, Daven's voice stopped her. "Sit with me a little longer," he requested. Without hesitation, she obeyed.

The silence that settled between them was comfortable, yet thick with unspoken tension. Then, Daven shifted his gaze, studying her with a sharpness that cut deeper than before. "I'm curious," he said quietly, "do you really understand what it means to ask me to make you my wife? For real?" Althea swallowed hard, a flutter of nerves stirring within her, but she met his question head-on. "Yes. You warned me to be ready-whether that meant submitting or playing the obedient wife." Daven exhaled sharply, then let out a quiet laugh, part disbelief, part something she couldn't quite place.

"So you're really offering yourself just like that?" Her eyes held his steadily, unwavering. "If you think it's desperation or a loss of pride... I won't argue with you. Because this is my choice. My decision." A tense silence stretched between them until Daven suddenly moved. His large hand came up to cup Althea's face-not harshly, but with firm intent. The touch startled her, eyes widening in stunned surprise. His breath was hot against her skin, and then his lips crashed down on hers like a storm-deep, fierce, relentless. The kiss overwhelmed her, leaving no room for hesitation or doubt.

Althea gasped, her body jolting from the intensity. Daven's kiss was not gentle; it was as if he was trying to scorch away every lingering question she had. There was no softness in it, only raw, unyielding force-a reminder that this was what she had asked for, not him. It hurt. God, it hurt. But she forced herself to meet him halfway. Her fingers gripped the edge of the chair, steadying herself as her breath caught in her throat. Only when Daven pulled back just enough to let her breathe did she draw in air-shaky and uneven.

Before she could collect her thoughts, his voice dropped low, brushing against her ear like a warning wrapped in fire. "Tonight... will be a very long night for you, Althea." Conclusion The charged atmosphere between Daven and Althea lingers, their connection deepening amidst the quiet intimacy of the kitchen. Through shared moments of vulnerability and unspoken understanding, the chapter reveals the complexities of their relationship-marked by both tension and tenderness.

Tensions are likely to rise as Daven's cryptic warning lingers in the air, setting the stage for moments of confrontation and revelation. The delicate balance between affection and dominance will be examined, revealing layers of character that have remained hidden until now. Amidst the charged atmosphere, questions about trust, sacrifice, and identity will surface, inviting readers to witness the emotional stakes of their intertwined fates grow ever higher. Lucia Morh Lucia Morh is a passionate storyteller who brings emotions to life through her words.

When she's not writing, she finds peace nurturing her garden.