Chapter 37: Misunderstanding and accusation

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Chapter 37 of "Reclaimed By My Ex-husband" starts with dramatic events: Chapter 37: Misunderstanding and accusationHis teasing tone and the intensity of his stare made Zara’s... Discover what happens!

Chapter 37: Misunderstanding and accusationHis teasing tone and the intensity of his stare made Zara’s cheeks burn. She instantly turned her face away, trying to hide the blush rising fast beneath her skin. "Don’t flatter yourself," she muttered. "Who would want to be wrapped up in your arms?" Nathaniel didn’t back off. Instead, he took another slow step closer, closing the distance. "You know your body tells the truth better than your mouth does. I saw how you reacted last night." That comment hit a nerve. The memory of the night before came rushing back—his hands on her, the fire he had lit in her blood, and the cold void he left behind. The humiliation, the confusion, the heartbreak—they all surged forward at once. Zara lifted her hand to shove him away. But he caught her wrist mid-air, then pulled her close. His face hovered just inches from hers, his breath warm against her cheek. "Seems like your ankle is feeling better," he murmured, his lips brushing so close to hers she could barely breathe. "If you want, we can pick up where we left off..." Zara’s face went crimson. She twisted in his hold, trying to yank her wrist free. But instead of letting her go, he tightened his grip, and in a flash, one arm slid around her waist, pulling her flush against him. "I mean it," he said, his gaze dropping to her lips again, dark and hungry. Just as he leaned in, Zara turned her head to the side, dodging his kiss. "I’m getting late for work," she said bluntly. He pulled back slightly, irritation flashing in his eyes. "You are planning to go to the office? Have you already forgotten what the doctor said?" This time, he didn’t mask his frustration. "I have to," she shot back. "There is a major event coming up in a couple of weeks. There is too much to do. And I won’t be walking around—I’ll be at my desk, working." Nathaniel stared at her, clearly unconvinced. But there was no budging in her tone, no hesitation in her eyes. Zara had made up her mind, and she wasn’t going to back down. Nathaniel stood there in silence for a moment. "Fine," he said at last. "I’ll drop you." "There is no need," Zara rejected the offer without hesitation. "I have my car. Just tell the driver to take me." He didn’t argue. He didn’t even look back. Wordlessly, he turned and disappeared into the closet. A few minutes later, he returned, a neat stack of clothes in his arms. He walked over to the bed and placed them down beside her with quiet efficiency. "Get dressed. I’ll ask Mrs. Jules to bring your breakfast." Without waiting for a response, he left the room. Zara glanced down at the pile of clothes he had left for her. Everything was there—pressed slacks, a crisp blouse... and tucked carefully on top, a matching set of her underwear and bra. Her face instantly flushed with color. ’He picked these himself?’ Her skin prickled with heat. She bit the inside of her cheek. She didn’t want to overthink it, but still, the unexpected gesture sent her pulse skipping. Several minutes later... Zara stepped out of the room, dressed and composed, her bag slung over one shoulder and crutch tucked beneath her arm. She spotted Nathaniel sitting on the sofa in the hall. He was casually scrolling through his phone, but looked up the second she appeared. "Ready?" he asked, rising to his feet. ’Is he... waiting for me?’ she wondered, disbelief flickering across her face. Zara blinked, taken aback. Hadn’t she made it clear that she didn’t need him to take her? That she wanted the driver? "I told you to send the driver," she said, eyeing him warily. He gave a small nod. "The driver is ready. Come on." He guided her outside with careful steps. Her car was parked in the driveway, but there was no driver in sight. Suspicion curled in her stomach, but she said nothing. She let him lead her to the car. Nathaniel opened the passenger door and helped her in, placing her crutch gently in the backseat. Then, he walked around the front and slid into the driver’s seat. Zara’s eyes narrowed as she turned sharply toward him. "Wait—you are driving?" He didn’t even glance at her. "Do you see anyone else behind the wheel?" he asked, buckling his seatbelt with a firm click. But he froze when he saw something wedged between the seats—something black, soft, and unfamiliar. He reached down and pulled it out. A lacy black thong. He held it up between two fingers, his brows pulling together, expression darkening. "What the hell is this?" he asked, shooting her a sharp, accusing glare. Zara’s face turned pale the moment she saw what Nathaniel was holding up. Her stomach dropped. Her mind went completely blank. That wasn’t hers. She had never seen it before. Sёarch* The nôvel_Fire.ηet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. She opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Shock had stolen her voice. Across from her, Nathaniel’s expression darkened further. His jaw locked tight. His mind was already spiraling—images flashing uninvited and vicious. He started imagining Zara with another man, her body pressing against him, her mouth on his. The thought made his blood boil. Jasper. The name shot through his mind. He had seen them together, laughing, talking closely, like they were very close. Zara looked so relaxed around him. Was it him? But then a voice in the back of his head snapped: ’He is gay.’ So then who? Nathaniel was furious. Jealousy clawed at his insides, bitter and consuming. His gaze turned colder, harder, his voice dropping into a low, cutting hiss. "Can you explain this?" Zara opened her mouth again, but no words came out. She realized it might be Bree’s. ’Damn it, Bree. Not in my car.’ Her face flushed deep crimson. Embarrassment swelled in her chest like a balloon ready to burst. But before she could form a sentence, Nathaniel’s voice exploded. "You are silent," he shouted. "Are you cheating on me?" Cheating? That word slammed into her like a slap. The audacity. The accusation hit her harder than she expected. Her blood boiled instantly. "Give it to me," she snapped, snatching the thong out of his hand. "You are accusing me of cheating over this?" She held up the scrap of fabric. "Just because of a piece of cloth?" "Is it just a piece of cloth?" His voice thundered again, raw with jealousy. "What the hell was it doing in your car? You think I’m stupid? I didn’t take it off you, so who the hell did? Who is the man?" Zara stared at him, seething. Her humiliation twisted into white-hot anger. She couldn’t reveal Bree’s name. Who knew how Nathaniel would react if he discovered her friend had actually had sex with her boyfriend in the car? But at the same time, she refused to let him throw baseless accusations at her for something she hadn’t done. She squared her shoulders, fire in her eyes. "Five years of marriage, and you barely touched me. And now that we are divorcing, suddenly you care? You think you have the right to question me? Whether there is a man in my life or not is none of your business anymore."

Chapter 37: Misunderstanding and accusation

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