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SEVENTY SIX
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Dear Ex-husband, I Don't Love You Anymore SEVENTY NINE
The silence pressed down on Diana like a living thing, thick and suffocating. She lay curled on the cold floor, her cheek pressed against the stone, forcing her breath to stay shallow and even. The mattress shoved into the corner reeked of mold and rot; she would rather face the chill of the ground than lie on it. Every groan of the building, every scrape of a boot beyond the door, set her nerves alight.She knew that Blade and Spade would come for her eventually. She just didn’t know when. They left a while ago and in reality, it might have just been barely minutes but in her head, it was an eternity. Jaylen’s name throbbed at the back of her throat like a sin that she could not stop going back to. She was worried about him, even in her state, she could still find strength to worry about him. She lifted her head when she heard a very loud crack and her body jolted in shock as she heard the sound of gunshots. It was loud, too loud. She curled up in a fetal position and held both of
Dear Ex-husband, I Don't Love You Anymore SEVENTY EIGHT
“Please don't leave me.” I could hear the desperation in my voice and dear God, it made me cringe. But my fear was real, I didn't want to be left alone. Not again, no. Blade and Spade exchanged looks, they didn't really need to explain much. They were the police and that's the only hope I needed. Some moments ago, I wasn't expecting to get rescued by some strangers. But even when there was no reason to hope, I wished that someone found me and now someone found me. “We're not leaving you here, look at me.” Blade stretched his hand to me and I grabbed him. His hands were strong and calloused but his eyes were soft and kind. “We don't even have the keys to access every cell right now. But we need to kill all these other people, they don't know that we are here and they will kill us if they know who we are. Do you understand me?”When I nodded my head he rubbed my hand soothingly. “We are still going to be here, in this building. There's a lot of other people that we need to save.”
Dear Ex-husband, I Don't Love You Anymore SEVENTY SEVEN
Rachael fought for a way to loosen the ropes in her wrists. Her hands had gone so numb she no longer felt it. When she moved, it buzzed but that was it. Her hands had been tied behind her back and there was no way to see it. It's been about twelve hours and she's been in excruciating pain. When they had thrown her into the van this morning, they had also covered her head with a bag. She chewed the inside of her cheek as she waited. They passed the gravel road again and she felt the stone prodding against the tires of the van. They rode for a bit before coming to a halt. There was something wrong, Rachael could feel it but she could not be certain. She listened carefully and heard two people arguing… They were shouting. Their tones were high pitched and it was growing by the second. A shot rang out and Rachael shook. She heard the door of the Van open and then close shut. The back door opened and Rachael held back a sob. Now would never be a good time to be killed, not when she
Dear Ex-husband, I Don't Love You Anymore SEVENTY SIX
Jaylen moves like a blade through smoke. He was silent and keyed to a single purpose. Every step toward the penthouse hammers a rhythm into his chest: anger, regret, hunger. He has the taste of it on his tongue, iron and salt and something that feels dangerously like regret. He should never have left her. He should have been there. That thought scratches at him until it bleeds. He doesn’t deserve the way she looks at him, the way she trusts him and yet this is the kind of situation he throws her into because she's his partner. But undeserved or not, he will not lose her.The city blurs when he drives. Lights smear into ribbons. He doesn’t think in streets anymore, instead he thinks in points of entry, in chokeholds, in variables to be crushed. A hundred plans that would have sufficed die in the furnace of his fury; only one remains: get her back, whatever it costs.The penthouse isn’t a home tonight, it’s a crime scene he intends to rewrite. He doesn't even know whether he breathes a
Dear Ex-husband, I Don't Love You Anymore SEVENTY FIVE
The cell smelled of rust and old sweat. It clung to the inside of her nose and Diana feared she would be sick just by breathing. Diana lay curled on the cold cement floor, her back pressed tight against the filthy wall, pretending to sleep. The thin mattress in the corner was so stained, so foul, that she couldn’t bear to touch it. Even now, her skin crawled from where she had brushed it earlier by accident.She wanted to pretend that she was in the penthouse with Jaylen, that he was holding her in his strong arms, just as she'd always done when things got too bad, but this reality was so strict that she could not erase it. Her breathing was shallow, measured.In.Out.Each breath is slow enough to mimic sleep, but not so slow that it would seem forced.The feeling of helplessness disgusted the fuck out of her. She was helpless when her father died, she was just a kid. She was helpless when her mother died after she'd married a millionaire to save her, she was helpless when Jaylen
Dear Ex-husband, I Don't Love You Anymore SEVENTY FOUR
(Hello, it's the author here. If you're coming from the previous chapter and you had seen Nathan instead of Jaylen, please I apologise. I was so exhausted when I was writing it and I'm just realizing while I'm going through the editing but I've published it already. If you didn't see Nathan, then I have edited it already. It onky happened in chap. Seventy two and seventy three. Thank you for your understanding, Hummingbird) DIANA Diana had been sitting on the terrace for hours and she should have reached half of the book by now but she was consumed by thoughts. She sat curled in the corner of the velvet couch, the thick hardcover book resting open on her lap. The soft golden light from the lamp beside her spilled over the pages, warm and steady. She felt like a fragile island of calm in a world that had felt anything but calm these last two days.Her fingers lingered on the edge of the book, but her eyes didn’t move across the words. She wasn’t really reading, that's why she's bee
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