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FIFTY

Author: Hummingbird
last update Last Updated: 2025-09-23 21:39:08

JAYLEN

I felt movement against my arm and I woke up in an instant, slowly analysing my surroundings with my eyes closed, I evened my breathing.

I took in every scent, every sound, everything had meaning, even the amount of light in the room. It was an old habit that I had picked up from training. I wouldn't even call it a habit, since it was drilled into me.

An assassin could get caught anytime and get drugged. An assassin could get tortured for information. An assassin caught alone will die alone.

So anytime I woke up, I needed to know if it was a bed or an interrogation room. I wouldn't want to be caught off guard, Dan had made sure I understood that I should never be caught. I was his prized possession.

He always said that his entire empire was on the line and I wondered if it was because I had seen his face or something else.

The scent of Vanilla from Diana's shampoo melted my nerves. She placed her hand back on my arm and placed a kiss on my forehead.

I opened my eyes and
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  • Dear Ex-husband, I Don't Love You Anymore    SIXTY SIX

    “It won't happen again.” I say to Diana. And it's a promise that I'm willing to keep.I've had time to analyse everything. Dan's sudden request to see me and The masked man breaking into the house to get Diana… The phone call from Diana's mother phone and the former break ins we had before we moved and I've come to one conclusion. I had too many enemies and I am too preoccupied to kill them. They would have never come this close if it weren't for the fact that I was taking out my time and trying my best to be normal for my woman. I want to be a good man, even though I have blood on my hands, I'm willing to give it up completely. I don't regret trying to fit back in with the rest of the world, I regret joining the organization years ago. “Stuff like that happens, don't beat yourself up about it, please. One time, I got stopped on the road while I was driving from one of Nathan's business functions and this guy asked me to hand over my purse. I was so terrified but that was years ag

  • Dear Ex-husband, I Don't Love You Anymore    SIXTY FIVE

    Storm had managed to lose me. I slammed the brakes and looked around, I was in the countryside and all I could see was sparse green land.Nothing but tall bushes and the sky spread out before me. I sighed and picked up my phone. I open the I use to track her and sure enough, the signal from her tracker is connected and beeping.I follow the signal and I drive for almost an hour before I reach a two storey house.The last house I had driven past was about a mile away and it was almost identical. It looked like old money houses I got out of my car and walked to the front of the house. There were new tire marks on the floor but the car was not in sight. Maybe there was a garage at the back.I knocked on the door and waited“Storm, I know that you can hear me.”There was no reply but I wasn’t giving up. If I had to force my way into the house then I would.I raised my hand, ready to knock again when the door opened.“What the hell are you doing here?” Storm asked with no emotions on her

  • Dear Ex-husband, I Don't Love You Anymore    SIXTY FOUR

    DIANA I wait and wait but I don't know what I'm supposed to be waiting for, or who. It has been almost an hour since the guard left me here or maybe it's just been a minute and I'm just over thinking. I look around the room, to see if there is somewhere I can escape from. But there are no windows. The iron door was locked, the guard made sure of it. He even teased me by challenging me to try and escape. There was no way out. A light sheen of sweat coasts my face even when the room is freezing. There is a loud groan above me and I wait, trying to listen.I heard footsteps and a door opened. I held my breath and waited… Waited for someone to return with a gun, this time aiming it at me. I'm so confused. I place my head on the desk and I cry, because there's nothing else I can do. I beg Jaylen to come, I beg him to come to my rescue. But he doesn't show up. There must be a misunderstanding somewhere. Why won't they just believe me? Why did they have to put me in this horrible pla

  • Dear Ex-husband, I Don't Love You Anymore    SIXTY THREE

    I wait as a cleaner drags the girl from the room. I don't look down at her, I don't want to remember what she looked like, it's easier for me. I wonder what would have happened to her if I agreed to have sex with her. Would she still be alive or would Dan put a bullet in her head regardless. He sits in the shadow, watching me. “You look impatient, is there someone waiting for you at home?”He always asks questions, stupid fucking questions. Questions he must have answers to. Everything he does is a test, every look, every whisper from his lips. I don't let my annoyance show as I shake my head. “It would just be really nice to get some sleep.” I said sarcastically. He chuckles “You don't sleep, you're nocturnal. A beast of darkness.” he states as if he knows my inside and out. I want to tell him that he's wrong but I hold my tongue. I used to struggle with sleeping at night, but lately I've been lured into sleep so deep, I wake up confused and dizzy. With saliva crawling down

  • Dear Ex-husband, I Don't Love You Anymore    SIXTY TWO

    The room I am being detained in is almost empty. The only furniture is the chair I'm sitting on and the iron table in front of me. Icy air kicks at my skin from the air conditioner behind me. I rest my head on the table and bounce my legs impatiently. I had left my phone on the bed and there was no way to convince the guards to bring it to me. They wouldn't listen to me. No matter how many times I told them I was with Jaylen. I'm sore, my joints are aching and I'm drained. I've been waiting for God knows how long. I lift my head as a guard walks in, holding a bottle of water. I think he's about to give it to me but then he opens it and takes a drink. My throat is dry and I contemplate asking him for a sip. I should have drank the one they gave me before I had my freedom stripped away. They wouldn't call the police. It would be better if they called the police, I could explain myself properly then and maybe someone would be willing to listen. “Miss Diana, Adler.” he says my las

  • Dear Ex-husband, I Don't Love You Anymore    SIXTY ONE

    I was dreaming when I heard the knock. In my dream, Nathan had never met Camille and we were a happy family . But Neah was still sick.Nathan had tried his best to save her, he took her to the best hospital and paid for the best heart machine but she still died.The loudness of the knock jerked me from sleep.I opened my eyes and looked around. I was confused at first but then I remembered that we had moved into Jaylen’s penthouse.It took me a moment to crawl down from the massive bed and I slipped my legs into the fluffy slippers Jaylen had dropped there for me. He was always making sure that I was comfortable. He was not in bed and someone was certainly knocking and it was getting louder as I drew closer to the living room.“Jaylen?” I asked as I walked closer to the door I was still groggy from sleep. My back was sore, so were my legs and my pussy. I frowned as I walked.No wonder Jaylen had refused to continue the sex. He complained that I would be sore and when I tried to talk

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