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A Husband's Fury

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last update วันที่เผยแพร่: 2026-06-06 23:30:07

3RD POV:

Lysander gets the call at three o'clock in the afternoon.

He is in his study, trying to focus on work, trying to pretend that everything is normal, trying to convince himself that Celestine is safe, that she is just at a meeting and that she will be home soon. The baby is due in a few months and they still have not agreed on a name and he has been thinking about it all day, running through lists of possibilities, trying to find the one that feels right.

The phone rings. He picks it up.
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  • After The Divorce: Ex-Husband Regrets And Begs Me   The Misunderstanding

    ​ISABELLE'S POV:​I did not wait for an explanation.​The sight of that woman standing so close to my husband, her fingers resting lightly on his arm, her eyes looking up into his face like he belonged to her, it was enough. It was more than enough. It was everything I had ever feared, everything I had ever dreaded, everything I had convinced myself would never happen but had always known, deep down, was entirely possible because as you can all guess, he is a man.​I turned on my heel and walked straight out of the living room.​My shoes clicked loudly on the smooth floor, sharp and final, each quick step echoing through the wide hallway. I could hear Damon calling my name behind me, his voice urgent, strained, and desperate. But I did not stop. I could not bring myself to stop. If I stopped right now, I would have to turn around and face him. If I faced him, I would have to listen to his neat excuses. And I simply did not have the heart to hear any of it. Did he think I wasn't at hom

  • After The Divorce: Ex-Husband Regrets And Begs Me   The Mysterious Woman

    ​ISABELLE'S POV:​The nursery was peaceful and quiet, filled only with the gentle breathing of my little girl.​Athena was resting safely in my arms, her tiny mouth working as she fed, her expressive eyes fixed directly on my face with that intense and curious focus unique to babies. She had grown so much over the past twelve months. She had learned how to flash a bright smile, let out bubbly giggles, crawl across every inch of the ground, and pull herself up by clutching the living room chairs. She was right on the verge of taking her very first steps, and I knew that once she started walking, there would be no holding her back.​I gently stroked her soft dark hair, marveling at how absolute and pure she was. So innocent. So completely and utterly adored.​"You are so stunning," I whispered to her softly, pressing a kiss to her crown. "Did you know that? You are the most wonderful thing in the entire world."​She blinked up at me, her tiny hand curling securely around my index finger

  • After The Divorce: Ex-Husband Regrets And Begs Me   Generations of Love

    3RD POV:​"Ouch," Isabelle gasped, gently untangling her hair from her daughter's tight grip. "That is not very nice at all, little one."​Athena just giggled. It was a bright, mischievous sound that suggested she knew precisely what she was doing.​"She definitely gets that little streak of mischief straight from you," Damon teased.​"Excuse me," Isabelle raised an eyebrow. "She gets that entirely from you. You are the one who is always pulling my hair."​"I do not pull your hair."​"You certainly do, every single night when we are trying to go to sleep."​"That is completely different."​"How on earth is that any different?"​"It just is," he smiled.​Elara and Alistair arrived shortly after with their children in tow.​Aurora and Alexander ran through the front entrance first, their faces glowing with sheer excitement. They had been counting down the days for weeks, ever since they heard they were coming to a big birthday celebration.​"Where is Athena?" Aurora demanded eagerly, bo

  • After The Divorce: Ex-Husband Regrets And Begs Me   The Family Reunion

    3RD POV:​August, who had been unceremoniously deposited onto the nearby sofa by his wildly enthusiastic grandsons, watched them zoom away with a look of amused resignation.​"Those boys," he said, shaking his head slowly. "They are going to be the absolute death of me one day."​"They are going to be the death of themselves first," Athena said, stepping up beside him with a sigh. "I really need to go put a stop to this nonsense."​"Just let them have their fun," August chuckled. "They are young. They are foolish. They will learn in time."​Athena looked down at her father-in-law with a fond smile. "You are enjoying this far too much, aren't you?"​"I am simply enjoying watching them enjoy themselves, there is a distinct difference."​"There is no difference at all."​"There is a very large difference," he insisted. "I am old now, which means I am officially allowed to enjoy things vicariously through their foolishness."​Athena let out a soft breath. She looked at her father-in-law,

  • After The Divorce: Ex-Husband Regrets And Begs Me   Athena's First Birthday

    3RD POV:Some Months Later…DAMON'S Mansion:​The grand mansion was completely alive with noise, laughter with that deep radiant warmth that only comes from a house full of people who truly love each other.​Cars lined the long driveway in a neat row, a colorful parade of beautiful black sedans, shiny sports cars, and one rather modest vehicle belonging to the local caterer. The sprawling gardens outside had been completely transformed for the day, filled with bright helium balloons, fluttering paper streamers, and a massive banner stretched across the patio that read Happy First Birthday, Athena in letters so large they could probably be spotted from an airplane. Tables groaned under the weight of delicious food, a large bouncy castle shaped like a fairytale palace dominated the lawn, and a patient clown was currently entertaining a circle of mesmerized children with balloon animals and silly jokes.​Inside, the house felt delightfully full. Little ones darted through the wide hallw

  • After The Divorce: Ex-Husband Regrets And Begs Me   No Fortune Worth Losing You

    DAMON'S POV:​"Good. Give the job to another sniper. Find someone who does not have a family to protect. Someone who truly has nothing left to lose."​Mikhail fell silent for a long moment. Then he gave a slow, respectful nod.​"I understand your choice," he said. "I may not agree with it, but I understand."​I stood up from the chair and reached into my pocket, pulling out enough cash to pay for our drinks and leave a generous tip.​"I am sorry for turning down the work," I said. "And for disappointing you. But this is who I am now. This is the man I choose to be every single day."​Mikhail stood up as well, extending his hand across the table.​"You are a good man, Damon," he said sincerely. "A much better man than I will ever be."​I shook his hand firmly. "Take care of yourself, Mikhail."​"You do the same."​I walked out of the restaurant and stepped into the cool evening air of the city. I stood on the sidewalk for a moment, breathing in the night breeze, feeling the immense wei

  • After The Divorce: Ex-Husband Regrets And Begs Me   Kier Thornwell

    Kier Thornwell looked like he belonged on a magazine cover even when he was just standing in an elevator. Thirty eight years old. Strong jaw and sharp cheekbones. Eyes so dark brown they looked black. A mouth that rarely smiled, but when it did, women forgot their own names. Six foot two. Carried h

  • After The Divorce: Ex-Husband Regrets And Begs Me   A Reason to Believe

    The forgotten anniversaries. There had been three of those. Three times she had dressed up nice and made dinner and waited and waited and waited until finally getting a text that said "working late sorry" with no exclamation points, no emojis, no nothing.The cruel comments. Those were worse."You

  • After The Divorce: Ex-Husband Regrets And Begs Me   The Promise Keeper

    Celestine Valancourt stood in the bathroom of her penthouse apartment, her bare feet cold against the imported marble floor, staring at a little plastic stick that had just completely and utterly rearranged her entire universe. There were two little pink lines staring back at her. Two little lines

  • After The Divorce: Ex-Husband Regrets And Begs Me   The Breaking of a Narcissist

    KIER'S POV:I pour myself a drink and I sit in the dark and I wait for her to come back.She always comes back.But she does not come back.A week passes. Then another. The penthouse stays empty. My calls go straight to voicemail. My texts go unanswered. I send messages through her email, through s

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