Chapter 27: Nathaniel’s fury

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Chapter 27 of "Reclaimed By My Ex-husband" opens with: Chapter 27: Nathaniel’s furyThe next morning... Nathaniel was already deep into a video call, his voice... See what unfolds next!

Chapter 27: Nathaniel’s furyThe next morning... Nathaniel was already deep into a video call, his voice calm but firm as he addressed the displeased overseas client. The cancelled business trip from a few days back had left the client sour, and Nathaniel had been working overtime to smooth things over. Even though it was Sunday, he hadn’t spared himself. This meeting was crucial. After a lengthy back-and-forth, filled with explanations and reassurances, the client finally relented. "I accept your invitation," Nathaniel said with a polite smile. "I’ll reschedule the visit. And this time, there won’t be any cancellations. It’s a promise." The meeting ended with that. He closed his laptop and leaned back, exhaling deeply. The tension eased from his shoulders. Conflict resolved. A victorious smile appeared on his face. Knock-knock. He sat up straight. "Come in." Mrs. Jules stepped in, holding a plain envelope. "A parcel just arrived," she said, setting it on the table. Nathaniel reached for it and checked the sender’s name. Zara. His brow furrowed, curiosity piqued. He tore it open. "The breakfast is ready," Mrs. Jules said. "Will you come down, or shall I bring it here?" "I’ll come," he said, distracted, pulling out the folded documents. Mrs. Jules nodded and slipped out. Nathaniel felt a strange sense of unease in his heart. What could Zara possibly have sent? The moment he unfolded the contents, his eyes locked on the bold headline staring back at him—DIVORCE AGREEMENT. His brows knitted together in disbelief. He was the one who had originally asked for a divorce, convinced their marriage had run its course now that Zane was older. He had thought it was the logical next step. But seeing her sending the divorce agreement like this hit him differently. A sharp, unfamiliar pressure clamped around his chest as if something heavy had settled inside him. He didn’t know what this feeling was, only that he hated it. It was raw, uncomfortable, and suffocating. He flipped through the pages quickly, each line making him more restless. Zara hadn’t asked for a thing – no alimony, no settlement. Just a clean, quiet exit. That only made it worse. His jaw clenched as his eyes landed on her signature. It struck him harder than he expected. "You already signed..." he muttered under his breath. Rage erupted inside him like a firestorm. He crushed the papers in his hand. "This isn’t happening," he growled. "I don’t agree." He tossed the wadded papers into the trash. Then, burning with urgency and fury, he shot to his feet and stormed out of the room, the door banging shut behind him. At Bree’s apartment... Jasper had already headed off to work. Bree also got dressed and ready to head out, but her eyes were filled with hesitation. She looked at Zara, who was lounging on the sofa with her leg propped up and wrapped in a crepe bandage. "I’m really sorry, Zara," Bree said, guilt tugging at her voice. "I hate leaving you alone like this. But I promised my boyfriend we’d spend the day together the last time we met." Zara gave a light laugh, waving it off. "Don’t worry about me. It’s just a sprain, not the end of the world. I can manage. You should go and enjoy your day." Bree still didn’t look convinced. Concern clouded her features. "Promise me you’ll call if you need anything. Anything at all." "I promise," Zara said with a nod. Only then did Bree seem to ease a little. "Alright. I’ll head out now." As she reached for the door, Zara called out, "Take my car." Bree turned, eyes lighting up in gratitude. She mouthed a heartfelt ’thank you,’ grabbed the keys from the hook by the door, and gave Zara a quick wave before stepping outside and gently closing the door behind her. The apartment fell into silence. Left alone, Zara let out a deep sigh. Her shoulders slumped, and an unmistakable sense of boredom crept in. With nothing better to do, she hobbled over to the table, sat down, and began sketching out new design ideas, hoping to distract herself. Ding-Dong. The doorbell snapped her out of her thoughts. She grabbed her crutch, pushed herself up, and limped toward the door. The moment she opened it, her breath hitched. Nathaniel stood there. "You?" she whispered, stunned. His gaze immediately dropped to her injured leg, then to the crutch under her arm. His eyes darkened with irritation. She was clearly hurt, yet she hadn’t called him. Instead, she had mailed him divorce papers. "What are you doing here?" she asked sharply. He didn’t answer. Instead, he ordered, "Come with me." Zara’s body tensed. She instinctively took a step back, tightening her grip on the doorknob. "I’m not going anywhere with you." "Yes, you are," he said flatly, reaching for her. Panic flashed in her eyes. She tried to shut the door, but his hand shot out, blocking it with ease. Her strength was no match for his. Realizing resistance was useless, she stumbled back further, chest heaving. Nathaniel stepped inside. His eyes locked onto hers—cold, fiery, and full of blame. "You are not welcome here," Zara said, trying to sound firm. But her voice wavered, giving away her fear. "Get out." She pointed to the door. "If you don’t leave, I’ll scream." "Go ahead," he challenged, stepping toward her. "Scream all you want. Call everyone. Let’s see what happens." Zara swallowed hard, unease prickling down her spine under the weight of Nathaniel’s glare. She had seen him distant, cold, and emotionally locked away, but never like this. She had never seen him so angry before, and it terrified her. His presence felt suffocating, like a storm pressing in on all sides. She took a shaky step back, but her crutch slipped. Her balance gave out. In a flash, Nathaniel moved. His arm wrapped tightly around her waist, steadying her before she hit the ground. The sudden closeness made her heart skip a beat. Zara gasped, her fingers reflexively clutching at his shirt for support. Her eyes met his, wide, startled. "You are supposed to be resting," he said sarcastically. "And instead, you are limping around this place alone." His eyes scanned the apartment, then flicked back to her. "Didn’t you say your friends were looking after you? Where are they now?" Sёarᴄh the Nôvel(F)ire.nёt website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Chapter 27: Nathaniel’s fury

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