Chased by My Possessive Ex (Dylan) novel Chapter 20

Chapter 20

BECKETT

I yanked my tie loose and threw it across the room, not caring where it landed. Anger still boiled in refusing to settle even after we got back home.

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“Damn it!” I roared, raking a hand through my hair in frustration. I couldn’t understand it–her. Dylan, For years, she had been chasing after me, willing to do anything just to stay by my side. She even tried to tear me and Sarah apart once. And now? Now she was pushing me away like I meant nothing. Like everything we went through was just… forgotten.

Why? Why the sudden change of heart?

Was it because of that man?

That Hunter Gage De Marco?

The name didn’t even ring a bell, but the way he stood there, so sure, so confident–it made my skin crawl.

I was stewing in my anger when Sarah’s voice broke through my thoughts.

“Would you like me to order some takeout?” she asked softly, almost timidly.

I turned and looked at her–really looked at her. Sarah. The woman I once thought I couldn’t live without. The woman I lost when I was forced into a marriage with Dylan. I should be happy now. Things should be falling back into place, the way they were supposed to be. With Sarah by my side, no more obstacles.

But something inside me twisted painfully.

Something was… missing.

I shook the feeling off and muttered, “No. I don’t want takeout. Just go to the kitchen and make me something hot to eat.”

Sarah’s expression changed instantly. She crossed her arms and glared at me like I’d slapped her.

“First of all, I’m not your maid, Beckett,” she snapped. “I don’t appreciate you barking orders at me like I’m on your payroll. And second, even if I wanted to, I don’t know how to cook. That’s what the staff are for, remember?”

I let out a heavy sigh and dropped onto the couch, pressing my hands against my face.

I was so used to Dylan handling everything–without complaining. No matter how tired she was after work, she’d still come home, cook, clean, and make sure I was comfortable. She made it seem so easy… made me feel important,

Now, the house felt cold. Lifeless.

Empty.

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I hated to admit it, but I missed her.

I missed her more than I wanted to.

Her soft smile, the way she hummed while cooking, the scent of her perfume lingering in the air…

All of it.

She belonged here. With me.

She was mine.

No matter what papers she signed–or what new man she thought could protect her–Dylan would always be

mine.

But a nagging thought gnawed at the back of my mind.

Hunter’s words…

He spoke with certainty, like he knew Dylan and I were divorced. Like he had seen proof.

But how could that be?

I never filed the divorce papers.

A chill crept down my spine. Something was wrong. Very wrong.

“Beckett, are you alright?” Sarah’s voice broke through the silence, laced with concern. But I barely heard her.

I dug my hand into my pocket and pulled out my phone, my fingers moving on their own as I dialed my lawyer’s number. I needed answers. Now.

“Beckett-” Sarah said again, stepping closer, but I lifted a hand, silencing her with a sharp gesture. I didn’t even look at her. I couldn’t. Not until I knew.

The phone rang twice before my lawyer, Mr. Harold Green, picked up.

“Mr. Sinclair,” he greeted formally. “What can I do for you?”

“Harold,” I said tightly, fighting to keep my voice even, “I need you to tell me something, and I need the truth. Right now.”

“Of course,” he answered, sounding slightly puzzled.

I sucked in a breath. “Did you file my divorce from Dylan?”

There was a pause on the other end. A heavy, telling pause that made my heart pound painfully against my

ribs.

“Yes, Mr. Sinclair. I filed it as soon as I received the papers. I was under the impression that you wanted it expedited as fast as possible. So, I did. I had a few friends in the court that made it possible.”

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My world tilted. I gripped the back of the chair in front of me to steady myself.

“I didn’t send you those papers,” I said in a low, deadly voice.

Another pause.

“But…” Harold hesitated. “Miss Sarah Matthews brought the documents to my office. She said you had authorized her to handle it since you were… emotionally overwhelmed. She had everything in place–your signatures were there. It was a straightforward process. I thought I was doing what you wanted.”

My mouth went dry. My vision blurred at the edges.

Sarah.

The woman is standing just a few feet away from me.

The woman who now looked at me with wide, innocent eyes.

She had done this.

She had stolen my marriage right out from under me.

“Mr. Sinclair.” Harold’s voice came through the phone, sounding almost distant to my ears. “Are you alright?”

I didn’t answer. Instead, I ended the call with a heavy thumb, the sound of the disconnect final and sharp in the tense room. Slowly, almost mechanically, I turned to face Sarah.

“Beckett?” she said, her voice small, uncertain. She took a hesitant step closer, wringing her hands nervously in front of her. “What’s wrong?”

I stared at her for a long moment–really seeing her, maybe for the first time.

Not as the woman I had once loved.

Not as the woman I thought could fix all the broken pieces inside me.

But as the woman who had betrayed me in the most unforgivable way.

My voice was like ice when I finally spoke.

“You,” I said, each word slow and biting. “You were the one who filed those divorce papers.”

Sarah’s face drained of color so fast it was like someone had pulled the life right out of her.

“I–I was just trying to help, Beckett,” she stammered, her hands fluttering helplessly. “I swear, I didn’t mean to hurt you. I saw those papers lying on your desk… you must have forgotten about them. I thought you wanted it. I thought it was what you needed.”

I shook my head slowly, disbelief washing over me in sickening waves.

“You made a choice that wasn’t yours to make.”

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Tears welled up in Sarah’s eyes. “I was just trying to get it off your plate,” she whispered. “You looked so tired, Beckett. So stressed. I thought… if I handled it, maybe you could finally be happy”

I stared at her, my chest heaving with so many emotions that I couldn’t even name them all. Anger, regret…. and something softer, something that hurt even more–guilt.

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