Reclaimed By My Ex-husband

Later that night…

Nathaniel tossed and turned, his sleep anything but peaceful. A feverish heat coursed through him, dragging him deeper into a dream that felt too vivid to be unreal.

He saw Zara's lips crushed against his, the wet slide of her tongue igniting sparks that shot down his spine. Her scent, her warmth, her touch—everything felt so real, so consuming, blurring the line between dream and reality.

His chest rose and fell in a frantic rhythm, each breath short and ragged as he surrendered to the dream. He saw himself pushing her down against the mattress, his hands greedily tracing the curves of her body. The sensation was so alive it nearly drove him mad, sent shocks through his veins. His muscles coiled tighter with the electric impulse that coursed through him, straining with raw need.

His erection throbbed, growing unbearable as the images grew more heated—Zara beneath him, pulling him closer, kissing him wildly.

He plunged into her in his dream, his body jolting with the surge of pleasure that followed. His thigh muscles stiffened, his back arched, and finally, the overwhelming rush broke through, leaving him trembling as he released.

But reality was far from the dream's sweet intoxication. The dampness, the mess, the ache in his body—none of it carried the relief his dream promised. Instead, he woke with his heart still racing, his body on fire, and an emptiness clawing at him. Desire lingered like a cruel echo, leaving Nathaniel restless, tormented by the haunting sweetness of a dream he couldn't hold onto.

Nathaniel jolted upright, the wetness clinging to his pants a humiliating reminder of what he had just gone through. His breath was still jagged and uneven. The aftershock of the dream clung to him, its vivid eroticism replaying on a relentless loop at the back of his mind.

He shoved the blanket aside, only to find his crotch soaked, his erection still straining painfully against the damp fabric.

"Fuck…" A curse escaped his lips. He dragged a hand through his hair, shame burning hotter than the lingering heat of the desire in his veins.

He couldn't believe he had a wet dream—so raw, so uncontrolled.

It was humiliating. He felt like a teenage boy, losing his control. His hand dragged down his face, the tips of his ears burning with mortification.

'This is what comes from restraint,' he thought bitterly. 'From holding back when every fiber of my body screamed to give in.'

His eyes flicked sideways to Zara, who was sleeping peacefully, her breathing slow, completely oblivious to the storm that had consumed him. The sight of her innocent, peaceful face only twisted the knife deeper.

'You said I tortured you…' He almost laughed. 'Look at me now. This is what you do to me.'

The ache in his body deepened, his pulse hammering as his gaze slipped downward, catching on the gentle rise and fall of her breasts beneath the thin fabric. Desire coiled like fire in his gut, his erection twitching with painful urgency, as though demanding he close the distance, claim her, lose himself in the reality his dream had only teased.

He squeezed his eyes shut, groaning inwardly. 'God, if I stay here one more second, I'll lose the last shred of my control.'

The heat, the craving—it was too much. He bolted out of the bed, feet hitting the floor in urgency.

'I need a cold shower,' he growled under his breath as he rushed into the bathroom.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Liam lay sprawled on his bed, hands tucked under his head, staring blankly at the ceiling. His thoughts churned restlessly, refusing to let him sleep. He had gone to the event expecting to see Zara, but she had vanished without a trace.

"She didn't even bother to call me," he muttered under his breath, disappointment clouding his daze.

Just then, his phone buzzed on the nightstand. Seeing Eugen's name flash on the screen, a flicker of surprise crossed his face.

"Why is he calling this late?"

He sat up and answered. "Hey, what's up?"

"Sorry, Liam," Eugen said apologetically. "I couldn't make it to the party. Got caught up in an emergency surgery."

"It's fine, man," Liam replied with a weary sigh, leaning back against the headboard. "The party was dull anyway. I left early."

"Dull?" Eugen sounded incredulous. "From you, the life of every party? If you say it was boring, then that must've been one unlucky night."

"Don't say that," Liam chuckled. "It was a great event. I just didn't feel connected."

The event had been a massive success. He had sealed profits, bagged huge orders. How could that be bad luck?

"No, I am not saying it just like that. Something really bad had happened."

Liam's expression darkened at the remark. "What do you mean by that?" he asked sharply.

"You really don't know?" Eugen exclaimed, with a tinge of disbelief in his tone. He then lowered his voice. "Nathaniel's wife was drugged."

"What?" Liam jolted upright, shocked. His chest tightened as Eugen recounted the incident in detail.

"Are you serious?" Liam pressed, disbelief etched across his face.

"Yes," Eugen confirmed grimly. "I just returned after checking on Zara myself. She was shaken, terrified… and Nathaniel—he is livid. He swore to destroy those men. And I know he will."

Liam sat in stunned silence, his ears buzzing. He had been certain the security at the venue was airtight—surveillance cameras covered every corner, guards screened each guest at the entrance, and above all, only respected figures had been invited. It was supposed to be a refined fashion event, not some underground wild rave party where drugs and alcohol flowed freely.

Yet despite all that, such a disgraceful incident had unfolded. Shame and anger gnawed at him. He felt as though he had failed the people he had invited.

"You were at the event too, weren't you?" Eugen pressed, recalling how Liam had mentioned it at their reunion, encouraging everyone to attend. "Did you notice anything unusual?"

The question hit Liam like a stone to the chest. He had intended to finally reveal his secret—that he was the renowned designer, Shay Walshe. He had invited all his friends to the event.

He had wanted to enjoy the shock on his friends' faces, especially Zara's. But she had vanished before he could find her. Disappointment took over. He left the venue early and didn't even meet his friends. But never in his wildest thoughts had he imagined that such a scandal would erupt in the middle of his successful show.

"I was busy with an important meeting and couldn't go to the event on time. It was already late when I reached the venue. I met Nathaniel, but didn't see his wife. I don't know she was in such danger."

"I see. Anyway, she is safe. That's the relief. You should see Nathaniel and help him if he needs."

Liam's eyes darkened as a strong determination surged in his heart. He would definitely find out who had dared to drug Zara. "Thanks, Eugen, for telling me this," he said before ending the call.