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Safe in His Arms
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2026-06-11 23:54:20
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After The Divorce: Ex-Husband Regrets And Begs Me Blood and Sunrise (2)
LYSANDER'S POV:The sunlight hits us the second we step out of the bunker.Celestine flinches, throwing her arm up over her eyes, the light too bright after so many days in the dark. Her fingers curl around my sleeve, gripping tight, anchoring herself to me.The sun is rising over the mountains. The fog that clung to the valley all night has burned away, and I can see everything. The fields. The forests. The winding road that leads down the mountain. The world stretching out forever.Celestine lowers her arm slowly. Her eyes are watering, squinting against the light, but she does not look away. She stares at the sunrise like she is seeing it for the first time."There is blood on my hands," she says.I look down. Her fingers are stained red, dried blood caked under her nails, in the creases of her palms, along the lines of her wrists. Kier's blood. From when she grabbed at him, pushed at him, fought him."Come here," I say.I take her hands in mine. I lift them to my mouth and I kiss
After The Divorce: Ex-Husband Regrets And Begs Me Blood and Sunrise
CELESTINE'S POV:Lysander is shaking.I feel it through his whole body, the tremors running up from his knees, through his thighs, into his chest. His heart is slamming against his ribs, so fast and so hard that I can count the beats. He is crying. I feel the tears hit my hair, warm and wet, sliding down my scalp and onto my cheek.I have never seen him cry.He is always steady. Always calm. Always the one who holds me together when I am falling apart. But now he is the one breaking, his arms wrapped around me so tight that I can barely draw breath, his face buried in my hair, his body shaking like a leaf in a storm."I am okay," I say again, because I do not know what else to say. "The baby is okay."He holds me tighter. I let him.I close my eyes and press my face into his chest. He smells like coffee and rain and the wool of his jacket. I have been dreaming about this smell for days. I have been lying on that cot in the dark, listening to the drip of water somewhere in the walls, a
After The Divorce: Ex-Husband Regrets And Begs Me Safe in His Arms
MAXWELL'S POV:The bullet tears through Kier's shoulder and he screams.His whole body jerks sideways, spine twisting, knees buckling. The knife flies from his grip and clatters across the concrete floor, spinning once, twice, three times before it stops. Kier's mouth hangs open, his eyes wide, his face the color of old milk. Blood pours between his fingers where he clamps his hand over the wound, hot and dark, dripping onto the floor in fat, wet splashes.I keep my arm straight. My finger stays on the trigger. My gaze stays locked on the spot where the bullet entered, right below his collarbone, exactly where I aimed.He stumbles backward, his boots scraping against the concrete. His head whips toward me, and for one heartbeat, his eyes meet mine. There is nothing in them. No rage. No cunning. Just a raw, empty shock, the look of a man who walked into a room certain he was the predator and just realized he was prey the whole time."Drop the knife," I say.The knife is already on the
After The Divorce: Ex-Husband Regrets And Begs Me Love and Gunfire (2)
CELESTINE'S POV:"Let her go or I will shoot you.""Then I will cut her throat on the way down."The blade presses harder against my skin. I feel a sting, a warmth, the trickle of blood sliding down my neck. I do not cry out. I do not beg. I will not give Kier the satisfaction.I look at Lysander. I look into his gray eyes and I try to tell him everything I cannot say out loud. Do not hesitate. Shoot him. I would rather die than be his. I would rather die than let him win.But Lysander cannot. His gun is raised, his finger is on the trigger, but he cannot shoot. Because Kier's knife is too close to my throat. Because one wrong move and I die. Because he loves me too much to risk it."Kier," Lysander says, and his voice is softer now, almost gentle. "This does not have to end this way. Let her go and I will let you walk out of here. I will not chase you. I will not hurt you. Just let her go."Kier laughs again, that hollow useless broken sound. "You expect me to believe that? You, who
After The Divorce: Ex-Husband Regrets And Begs Me Love and Gunfire
CELESTINE'S POV:I hear the gunshots first.They are distant, muffled by the concrete walls and the earth packed tight around this underground prison, but they are unmistakable. The sharp crack of a firearm and the sound that makes your body tense before your brain even has time to process what it means. One shot. Then another. Then shouting, voices raised in anger and fear and something that sounds like triumph.My heart leaps into my throat.Lysander is here. He came for me. He found me.I am sitting on the cot in the corner of the concrete room, my back against the cold wall, my hand pressed against my belly. The baby is moving, kicking, fluttering, as if they can feel my excitement, my fear, my desperate, soaring hope. I have been in this bunker for days, surviving, holding on, waiting for this moment.And now it is here.Kier hears the noise too. He is standing by the door, his back to me, his body tense. He has been here for hours, sitting in that chair across from me, watching
After The Divorce: Ex-Husband Regrets And Begs Me The Road to Scotland
LYSANDER'S POV:I drive through the night.The road stretches out ahead of me, dark and endless and the headlights cut through the darkness, illuminating the rain that has been falling for hours, a steady, driving rain that makes the world outside look like it is melting.My leg is screaming and every time I shift my foot from the gas to the brake, a jolt of pain shoots up my spine and settles somewhere deep in my chest. I do not care. I cannot feel it. I cannot feel anything except the cold, burning need to get to her, to save her, to bring her home.My head is pounding and my body is running on adrenaline and rage and the desperate hope that she is still alive, that she is still fighting, that she is still waiting for me.I do not stop. I cannot stop. Celestine is in a bunker somewhere in Scotland and every minute I waste is another minute she is alone with Kier, another minute he is touching her, another minute he is hurting her. I press my foot on the accelerator and I drive faste
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