I'm the Obsession of My Cold-Hearted Ex novel Chapter 390

Chapter 390 The Truth and the Apology

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“It’s not at the firm–I already checked!” Maya looked like she was ready to flop onto the floor and give up. “Forget it. If I lose the first trial, I’ll just go for the appeal.”

“You’ve got this,” Ellis said, giving her shoulder a reassuring pat.

“Ellis… men ruin everything,” Maya said dramatically, staring out into the night. “I got drunk one time, blacked out, and now I can’t even remember where I put that damn piece of evidence.”

“There was only one copy? No backup or archive is did know much about the ing

her own ex–husband was proof enough.

“There wasn’t time,” Maya muttered with a bitter laugh. “I’m so screwed.”

ruining things,

“You’re not. One case doesn’t make or break your career.” Ellis rolled up her sleeves. “What does the evidence look like? I’ll help you look.”

Maya described it in detail, praying Ellis would be the one to find it.

They tore the place apart. Almost flipped the apartment upside down–and still nothing.

Just as Maya sat there looking like a defeated little eggplant, the doorbell rang.

Ellis glanced at the screen before opening.

Easton.

What the hell? We just saw each other. Why is he back again?

She didn’t want to open it, but she also didn’t want to deal with him standing out there pressing the bell every ten seconds.

The doorbell rang again. When she didn’t move, Maya looked over.

“Who is it? You not going to open it?”

“It’s my annoying ex–husband,” Ellis said flatly.

Maya didn’t even blink! She’d seen enough of Easton’s nonsense to be desensitized by now. She didn’t offer advice either. Ellis could open the door or not–her call.

If she did, Maya was heading straight for her room.

On the screen, Easton stood pressing the bell again. This time, though, he didn’t look so composed–he actually looked…

tense.

Ellis rolled her eyes but opened the door.

“What do you want now?”

She didn’t even finish the sentence before something dark blocked her vision–and suddenly, she was enveloped in warmth that definitely wasn’t hers.

She froze, completely thrown off.

“Sorry!”

His voice came from above.

She blinked and looked up.

Easton’s shoulder was right in front of her. His arms were wrapped tightly around her waist.

He hugged me? Seriously?

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This wasn’t the first time Easton crossed a line. She should’ve been mad. But his apology–genuine and unexpected–made her pause.

There it was.

Wait. What?