My Ex-Husband is Out of Control Novel by Glory Writes

Elijah’s POV

But I couldn’t

I came home late that night, the exhaustion of the day’s work settling into my bones. But stop thinking about Reese, picturing her cute little smile and hearing her adorable voice.

The house was dark and quiet. I hung my coat on the rack and made my way to my study, craving a few moments of solitude before heading to bed.

I sat down heavily in my chair, staring at a file on my desk that seemed to taunt me with its presence. I’d hired a detective to look into Reese, and now the results were staring back at me, demanding

attention.

I opened the file and flipped through the pages, each piece of information making my heart beat faster. Reese had been born in France, and the date of birth matched perfectly with the timeline when Sophia was pregnant. The pieces fit together in a way that made too much sense, yet still seemed

surreal.

“Reese looks like Sophia,” Serena had commented earlier today. “It’s not just you, Elijah.”

I rubbed my temples, trying to make sense of it all. Can Reese really be Sophia’s daughter? The thought had crossed my mind before. Seeing it now in black and white…. My gut tells me I was right all

along.

“Should I ask Sophia about it?” I wondered. “Will she lie to me again or maybe tell me the truth this

time?”

I sat at my desk, swirling the deep red wine in my glass, lost in memories that felt both distant and painfully close.

Sophia. Her name whispered through my mind, a ghost from the past haunting my present. I remembered the time in France when she had vehemently denied carrying my child.

And then there was that dreadful day when I heard she didn’t want the baby. I rushed to the hospital,

my mind spinning with questions. Had she duped me? Did she make it all up to make me go away?

I remembered seeing her lying in the hospital bed, pale and fragile. The doctor had informed me that- him she’d had the pregnancy terminated, but Sophia could have put up to it.

But now, Reese is here. She’s alive, and there’s a big chance that she’s actually my daughter. If she is, I swear I’ll give her everything. The best of everything possibly can.

I took another sip of wine, trying to soothe the turmoil in my mind.

I won’t let anyone hurt them. Not Sophia, not Reese shall protect them with my life. No one can hurt them like Serena anymore. Or they shall answer to me.

Thinking about Serena and the things she’d done in the past to hurt Sophia, I felt a flicker of anger. had always thought Serena was a friend, a good colleague I could trust.

But no. She obviously hates Sophia and would do anything to bring her down. Well, she’s not going to win this game.

Suddenly, my phone rang. Right on time.

“Hello, Mr. Sinclair?” It was my private investigator. It seemed like he’d sensed I needed to hear from him about the second thing I’d asked him to look into

“Jonathan, tell me what you found out.”

He took a deep breath and began describing the things he’d discovered about Serena Foster and what she had been up to.

I shook my head in disbelief. “Wow, I never imagined it would be this much,” I breathed, thinking about all the moments I’d confided in her and trusted her.

“She’s been trying to manipulate not just you, but a lot of company policies,” Jonathan went on. “I’ll email you the file right now, what I’ve uncovered so far. But I think there’s so more, so I’m going to keep digging.”

“Okay, thank you. I’ll talk to you again soon.”

I quickly opened my email and went through the file he sent. Holy shit.

Soon this was all going to tear her down. I was determined to collect all the evidence and confront her with it when the right time came. She’s going to pay for all her wrongdoings. Each one of them. And it’s going to be very, very painful.

The next day at the office, I couldn’t help dropping by Urban Next Design Studio to check on Sophia. Seeing her empty office, I was sort of glad that she’d taken my advice to rest for the day. She’d worked hard enough.

But then, upon heading to my own office on the top floor, I was shocked to find her there waiting for me.

“Sophia, what are you doing here?” I asked, bewildered.

Her voice was very serious as she gazed into my eyes.

“Elijah, there’s something important that we need to talk about.”