You're Just My Ex-Husband,My Lord-Chapter 282- jealousy

The sheer jealousy in his words—and the dramatic way he said them—made Laurent want to laugh.

She had been trying to stay serious, knowing she was in the wrong for being home so late. But the way he said "the world out there is exciting"...

She couldn’t help but follow up,

"But it’s also kind of exhausting, don’t you think?"

These work dinners and get-togethers weren’t exactly her choice. She didn’t enjoy them, but she had to go—it was part of the job. What else could she do?

"Don’t try to joke your way out of this," Dave snapped, his face still hard.

"You’re a woman with a child. With a man. And you think it’s appropriate to be out there hugging other guys?"

"You think it’s fine to be singing in a bar till midnight?"

"Most families have the woman setting a curfew for the man. Are you telling me I need to start giving you a curfew now?!"

Laurent realized maybe she shouldn’t have tried to joke around. That only made things worse. Now he was really laying into her.

"I never hugged anyone!" she shot back.

She could understand why he was upset, and she was willing to let him blow off some steam. After all, she had come back very late. But accusing her of getting handsy with someone? That was too much.

She had always been careful—aside from Leonardo’s persistent advances, she had never done anything even remotely questionable with another man.

Dave gave a sharp, dismissive huff.

"I saw it. Just now—when you all came out, that guy had his hand on your waist!"

That’s when it clicked for Laurent—no wonder Dave had been staring at her waist like he wanted to burn a hole through it the moment she got into the car.

She chuckled softly and tried to explain,

"That guy was just helping me. I almost tripped. He’s married, for God’s sake."

Earlier, when they all came out of the building, she’d wobbled slightly in her heels—probably the alcohol catching up—and the male coworker beside her had instinctively reached out to steady her. His hand had just briefly touched her waist before he pulled away.

It wasn’t anything—just basic courtesy. What was he supposed to do, let her fall flat on her face?

But clearly, Dave had caught that split-second moment and managed to turn it into a full-blown scandal in his head.

Trying to reason with him, she tossed in the "he’s married" detail like a peace offering—but that only made things worse.

"Oh, married, huh?" Dave snapped, voice rising. "And that makes it okay? You think marriage stops people from cheating? You ever heard of the word affair?"

He was relentless now, and Laurent felt her own patience cracking.

"So what is this, then?" she shot back. "You don’t trust him? Or you don’t trust me? Or maybe you just don’t trust yourself?"

He scoffed coldly.

"I trust myself just fine. I know I’d never mess around behind your back. But some people... I’m not so sure about."

And that some people? Yeah, no surprise—it clearly meant her.

Laurent could practically feel her blood pressure spike.

So that’s how he saw her? As someone who couldn’t be trusted? After everything?

It was past midnight, and here they were, arguing like enemies in a parked car. Laurent felt completely drained. She didn’t want to argue anymore. She turned to open the door, ready to leave.

But Dave grabbed her wrist.

"Where do you think you’re going?"

Laurent shot back at him, annoyed,

"Home. To sleep."

She had work in the morning—what, did he expect her to sit here and argue with him until sunrise?

But Dave still held her wrist, not letting her go.

"This isn’t over."

Laurent rolled her eyes, not backing down.

"Oh, of course it’s not. You’re hellbent on starting a fight—how could it be over?"

Dave’s voice rose,

"What kind of attitude is that? You come home this late and you’re the one with the moral high ground?"

"I know I was wrong for staying out too late, I’m not denying that." Her tone sharpened. "But what did you mean by not being sure whether I’d mess around out there? Is that really how little you think of me?"

That shut him up—at least for a moment.

They stared each other down in the car, neither willing to blink. Dave was furious, and so was Laurent. But even so, he still hadn’t let go of her hand.

Eventually, the tension began to ease. The fight lost some of its fire, and Dave’s voice finally softened.

"I’m sorry," he said quietly. "That was out of line. I shouldn’t have said that. I just... I panicked."

He pulled her gently into his arms.

"It’s not that I don’t trust you," he murmured. "It’s those other men I don’t trust."

He remembered the way she’d looked when she got in the car—cheeks flushed, lips tinted rose, bright-eyed and glowing. Stunning. Confident. And that scared the hell out of him.

She was becoming more radiant by the day—talented, capable, successful. And still so kind, so thoughtful. The kind of woman who draws attention without even trying.

He was terrified of losing her.

The thought that someone else might come along and sweep her away—that some other man might see what he sees—was enough to twist his gut into knots. And the truth was, their relationship was still in that fragile, undefined stage. Just a couple, no legal ties. If she decided to leave, she could.

It would be that easy. One word. Done.

After Dave finished speaking, Laurent looked up at him. His expression was sincere, and the affection in his eyes was unmistakable. He was genuinely worried, afraid she might fall for someone else.

Under his explanation, Laurent’s anger from earlier began to fade.

"I’ll always only have you in my heart," she said, her voice steady. "It was true before, it’s true now, and it will be in the future. So I don’t ever want to hear you say something like that again." 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

She said it so seriously, laying her feelings bare, then raised her hand and gave him a playful but firm poke in the chest.

"It really hurts, you know!"

"If you ever say something like that again, I—"

Before Laurent could finish her sentence, he suddenly leaned in and kissed her, silencing all the words she was about to say.

Dave couldn’t bear to hear her talk about breaking up or anything harsh like that. So, he took matters into his own hands and cut her off before she could say anything she might regret.

As he kissed her, a thought crossed his mind: Maybe he wouldn’t need to use all those things he’d bought in preparation for their future. He hoped to get the job done quickly—become a family, make it official.

Wait, no—scratch that. It wasn’t about her, it was about making himself official.