I'm the Obsession of My Cold-Hearted Ex novel Chapter 94

Chapter 94 Unwelcome Revelations.

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Ellis felt utterly dumbfounded. Was her desire for a divorce that shocking? Do people really think it had to he Faston who kicked me to the carb? Please. Easton is no Prince Charming, to me, he’s a prychn I wish I could get rid of

As soon as the call connected, Morty couldn’t wait to ask, “Easton, hetween you and Mrs. Hudson, did she initiate the divorce?”

If anyone was a scoundrel, it was definitely Morty, skilled in playing different faces in front of and behind people. Hearing him politely refer to her as Easton’s wife, in stark contrast to his earlier disdainful tone, made Ellis roll her eyes.

Just the other day, Morty had grilled her about whether her divorce was real, and today he was probing whether it was her idea. Easton, already running low on patience with Morty, responded icily, “What’s wrong with you?”

Their issues were their own, and he disliked others meddling, especially those who were overly talkative and lacked tact. Morty didn’t have his phone on speaker, so Ellis couldn’t hear Easton’s response.

But seeing Morty’s expression shift slightly before he put away his phone and averted his gaze, she coolly asked. “What did Easton say?”

Easton had uttered just three words before hanging up, and Morty, ignoring Ellis, turned and walked back towards the community.

Chasing after an answer, not trusting her, and running to that scumbag for confirmation.

Is fleeing all he could manage phen his mouth got him into trouble? Ellis scoffed dismissively and hailed a cab.

Contrary to Ellis’s assumption, Morty wasn’t fleeing; he just moved away to call Victoria. “Easton finally shows signs of divorce. Don’t screw this up. Move fast and seal the deal!”

Ellis’s stubbornness about divorcing Easton was something Carly couldn’t accept.

Thinking over it, dissolving Easton and Ellis’s prenup and ensuring Ellis got a substantial settlement in the divorce seemed feasible, but before any good news came, a nightmare arrived first.

Suddenly, someone barged into the mansion, commanding, “Ms. Carly, you can’t stay here any longer. You must move out today.”

The mansion was one of the Hudson family’s properties, where she had been born and raised.

She had lived elsewhere when younger, but a few years ago, after her father moved to a mansion for his retirement, the mansion was vacated, and she moved back in.

Having lived there comfortably, being evicted by strangers was baffling. Carly asked in displeasure, “Are you joking? Who are you people? Bursting into my home…”

Before she could finish, a document was shown to her; the other party stated matter–of–factly. “The deed is in Mr. Easton’s name! He instructed this. Please cooperate!”

Scott had divided the assets long ago, and Carly was unclear about the ownership of the mansion. Hearing it was given to Easton wasn’t a surprise since he was a favored heir.

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Carly tried reaching Sophia multiple times without success, and, growing frustrated and anxious, she turned to call Ellis, “Ellis, what’s going on with you and Easton??

Just back home from Petal Estates, Ellis received Carly’s call and was tempted to ignore it.

“Easton won’t let me stay in the mansion; did you know?” Guessing Ellis probably didn’t know, Carly scanned the people beside her and continued, “Can you talk to Easton and find out what’s really going on?”

Easton wasn’t just targeting her but also Carly. Ellis lay back on her bed, feeling utterly defeated. “Ms. Carly. I’m sorry: I just can’t deal with him right now,”