Chased by My Possessive Ex (Dylan) novel Chapter 6

Chapter 6

BECKETT

The day had drained me as I stepped back into the house, my thoughts still tangled from the argument with Dylan. I had an urgent meeting that I had to attend to, so I need to go back to my office. I figured it would also give us both time to cool off. There was too much to process, and even I was struggling. The idea that the choice Sarah and I made before my wedding had led to a child was still hard to wrap my head around. Chase was an incredible boy, but his presence had become the storm that might break my marriage.

I sighed and rubbed the back of my neck. I knew this situation was tough for Dylan, but it was hard for me too. All I wanted was for her to understand. This wasn’t just about me or Sarah anymore–it was about Chase. He deserved to have his father in his life. I thought Dylan would be mature enough to see the bigger picture, to look past her feelings. But instead, she acted like the headstrong, impulsive woman that she always was- her needing to have everything in her way.

Signing the divorce papers earlier had been a mistake. I didn’t mean to actually go through with it. Dylan had pushed me to my limit, throwing around divorce as a threat like she always did. This wasn’t the first time she’d used it during an argument. I’d signed the papers out of frustration, a mix of anger and exhaustion, hoping it would shock her into stopping. I never planned to file them.

I stopped outside our bedroom door and took a deep breath, forcing myself to calm down. I needed to talk to her again, but this time, without yelling or blame. We had to find a way to work through this mess together.

When I opened the door, the lights were on, casting a soft glow across the room. She was here. My eyes went straight to the table where I’d left the divorce papers. They were gone. Relief rushed through me—maybe she’d finally reconsidered.

“Dylan-” I called, stepping further into the room. But I froze when the bathroom door opened. It wasn’t Dylan who walked out.

It was Sarah.

She wore a bathrobe, her wet hair framing her face, and she looked startled to see me. My brows furrowed as confusion swept over me. “Sarah, what are you doing here?” I asked, my tone sharper than I intended.

She hesitated before giving me a small, nervous smile. “I saw the maid cleaning earlier, so I offered to help tidy up. I got all sweaty while I was cleaning and decided to take a quick shower. I didn’t think you’d be back so soon.”

I raised my eyebrow as I looked at her. It’s already almost midnight, so it’s hard to believe that she wasn’t expecting me to find her in this state. But I’m still giving her the benefit of the doubt. I pushed that idea aside. “Sarah, you didn’t need to do that. I have staff to handle it.”

She shrugged, brushing off my words. “I wanted to help. It’s my way of saying thank you for all you’ve done-

for me and Chase.”

I sighed, tension tightening in my chest. “Chase is my son, Sarah. Taking care of him is my responsibility, not something you need to thank me for.”

“You don’t need to apologize.” I said firmly, though my tone came out harsher than I’d intended. “But you should leave my room. Dylan won’t like it if she sees you here, and I don’t want her to get the wrong idea.”

Without another word, she brushed past me and left the room. the faint scent of her shampoo lingering in the air. I let out a long, heavy sigh and ran a hand over my face. The weight of the day settled on my shoulders like a lead blanket, dragging me further into exhaustion.

The last thing I needed was for Dylan to walk in and see Sarah here. It would’ve been a disaster, pouring gasoline on the fire that was already threatening to consume our marriage.

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