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

Elijah’s POV

I stood by the window, watching the rain pour down in nonstop sheets, drenching everything in sight. The clock on the wall ticked away the seconds, each one adding to my growing anxiety.

And when I heard that man’s voice in the background, addressing Sophia, calling her name, my heart jumped and my anxiety intensified.

I could feel the anger bubbling up inside me. Who the hell is that man? Why is she with him this late?

I wanted to demand answers, to tell her to come home immediately. But I knew I didn’t have the right. We weren’t together. She had her own life, her own choices.

“Who’s with you?” I couldn’t help asking, my voice turning cold despite my efforts to stay calm.

“Elijah, it’s nothing,” she replied quickly. “I’ll explain everything later. I promise.”

I wanted to protest, to tell her that I needed to know now, but the words stuck in my throat. Before I could say another word, the line went dead. She had hung up on me.

1 stood there, staring at the phone in my hand, feeling a blend of anger and helplessness. The rain continued to pound against the window, mirroring the storm brewing inside me.

Sophia was out late at night. With some man, in the rain. Damn.

Minutes ticked by like hours, each one heightening my anxiety. I paced the living room, the sound of the rain against the windows amplifying my unease

I couldn’t take it anymore. I headed to the bedroom to check on Reese. Pushing the door open slightly, I peeked in. She was still asleep, her small form curled up under the blankets, completely unaffected by the storm outside. Her steady breathing calmed me for a moment. I quietly shut the door and locked it, a protective instinct kicking in.

I went out and descended the stairs of the building, my mind racing with possibilities. Just as I reached the lobby, the front door creaked open. Sophia stepped inside, her hair damp and her clothes clinging to her from the rain. Relief washed over me, but it was quickly replaced by suspicion when I saw the mant behind her. It was Adrian, the same guy who had saved Sophia’s life a while back

Sophia and noticed me and quickly spoke up. “Oh, hey, Elijah! Don’t worry. I’m already back. You can go home

I cut her off, my eyes fixed on Adrian. “What did you want from Sophia? Why call her so late at night?”

Sophia glanced between us, sensing the tension. Adrian met my gaze, his expression calm but unreadable.

I’m not worried about her, I continued, my tone sharp. I’m just not sure what you could possibly need her for, especially at this hour.”

Adrian took a step forward, hands raised slightly as if to show he meant no harm. But before he could speak, Sophia placed herself between us.

“Elijah,” she said, her tone calm but firm. “Adrian and I had something important to discuss. It’s not the right time to go into details with you. Besides, it’s too personal.”

I clenched my fists, trying to keep my temper in check. “What kind of important discussion happens at this hour, Sophia?”

She sighed, glancing briefly at Adrian before meeting my gaze. “We’ve become friends, Elijah. Remember, I stayed at his house while I was recuperating from my injury. We’ve talked a lot, and he’s been… helpful… So now, I just wanted to be there for him too.”

I looked at her, trying to read between the lines. Her words felt like excuses, and the way she stood closer to Adrian made me feel queasy. Adrian, on the other hand, wore a satisfied grin, as if he enjoyed seeing me in this state.

Sophia, this doesn’t feel right. Why are you taking his side?

But I didn’t say it out loud. I did not want her to get mad at me again, now that our relationship has already improved greatly.Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

“I have to get to Reese now,” Sophia suddenly said, looking from Adrian to me. “You should both go home now too.”

With that, she gave a small wave and headed upstairs, leaving me alone with Adrian. I turned to him, anger simmering beneath my skin. “What exactly do you have planned, Adrian?”

He shrugged, the smug look never leaving his face. “Why do you care so much about Sophia?”

The question hit me like a punch to the gut. I opened my mouth to respond, but before I could, his expression darkened, and he leaned in closer, his voice a taunting, mocking whisper. “Is she even your girlfriend?”