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CHAPTER FIFTY
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EX-HUSBAND’S LAST CHANCE AT LOVE CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED
ISABELLA’S POVThree days had passed since we talked our differences out, and two days since he escorted me to the airport and wouldn't let me out of his embrace until they announced my flight’s near departure. I could still remember his face, and his sad expression. Ever since I got to Florida, he has called me a million times and texted me even while I was asleep.My eyes moved over his last few texts from 2am to 4 am, and a smile tilted my lips.“I can’t sleep. The house feels empty without you.” The first one read.“How is it over there? Is the bed comfortable, or do you need a new one?”This new bed came with the new apartment the company planned for me. “Does your tummy hurt? Do you feel weak? Morning sickness?”I couldn’t help but wonder how he knew about all those things, but it made my heart warm.“Is there anything you need?” This was the last message.A sigh slipped past my lips as my fingers moved over the keypad.“No, babe. I’m fine, and I have everything I need.” I cli
EX-HUSBAND’S LAST CHANCE AT LOVE CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND NINETY NINE
ALARIC’S POV“The street became my home.” A smile tugged the tips of my lips. “I made friends and foes. They were mostly kids my age and younger. We lived with love. Smiling as though we had no problem. Eating from the dustbin. The gutters. Sometimes, some store owners were kind enough to leave food for us outside their doors even though we were never let in.” Another breath, and she squeezed my palm again.“Her name was Ingrid. She was nine, her parents died, and she was abandoned by her greedy uncle, who took all her parents' properties and left her to rot out in the street. She had a health condition that required so much money and drugs. She was innocent, Is. Kind, and she loved to paint things and our faces, too. She was the youngest in our circle of four. Our sister. And she liked me the most.”Ingrid’s face flashed in my head. Her two front teeth broke anytime she attempted to smile, the way her orange eyes shone. Her fingers clutched onto the pack of the fractured crayons she
EX-HUSBAND’S LAST CHANCE AT LOVE CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND NINETY EIGHT
ALARIC’S POVHer voice rang in my head.Even downing this glass of alcohol over and over again to curb the memories that swarmed my head did nothing to help. It was too raw. Felt too real. Too now.I could remember her scream…her yell…I could still feel her cold body against my skin.The memory I had never tried digging out naturally came to me.Gulping down another cup, I let it sting the back of my throat, my eyes were still as clear as snow. No matter how hard I drank, my body refused it as though it wanted me to experience this ripping pain in my chest. My chest tightened, causing my breathing to be sloppy. ‘You are just like your Father’The voice in my head said, and I wrapped my fingers around the glass tightly, my jaw clenched. I knew that had to be a lie. I was nothing like that monster.‘You are the son of your Father after all’The voice said again. This time, Isabella’s face flashed in my head. The pain in her eyes. The way she had held onto her stomach all through. Th
EX-HUSBAND’S LAST CHANCE AT LOVE CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND NINETY-SEVEN
ISABELLA’S POVWas love as fleeting as some people said?One second, it conquered all, and the next, it could barely hold some water. His words still rang in my ears as I lay there on the bed. I could hear him knocking on the door and yelling out my name whilst the back of my throat shot with an itch from my continuous crying. My eyes were puffy and aching.Something pressed tightly against my chest, my palm over my stomach as the voice in my head repeated that I had failed my unborn baby by giving it a father who didn't even want its existence.Just like mine. A sob broke free, and my lips quivered.With my arms wrapped around my stomach, I moved my knees closer to my upper body in an attempt to calm myself. How did we get here? Why did he…One thing was sure, he had no excuse, no reason for ignoring my feelings and toying with me like I was nothing. Like we didn't matter. Like our baby wasn't a soul about to be quenched. A soul that had dreams and purpose.Like it wasn't mine.I
EX-HUSBAND’S LAST CHANCE AT LOVE CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND NINETY SIX
ALARIC’S POVI could barely focus on work, nor my secretary’s conversation with the client. I should be here. I should be present, but all I feel is a void—a deep, dark, endless pit. She was pregnant with a child.Don’t get me wrong, I love Isabella. So much that it hurts not to be around her. But being a father was one thing I never thought I would have to be one day. This child could change everything for us. I could end up like my Father. Worse, changes could happen to HER.I spent last night going through posts on pregnancy on social media and the horror that they had to go through, from losing their lives, to becoming blind, paralysed, redshot eyes, and a lot more. She could gain weight, saggy breasts, and a bigger tummy. Emotional shift in moods. The responsibility,The postpartum challenges.That was what I didn't want. Isabella was mine, and her body was mine. I loved her this way. I wanted her this way. Was that too much to ask? Would it be selfish of me to ask her to stay
EX-HUSBAND’S LAST CHANCE AT LOVE CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND NINETY FIVE
ISABELLA’S POVPregnant? I clutched onto my stomach, fresh tears soaking my cheeks. Alaric had stepped out with the doctor, and as I lay there on the hospital bed, I couldn't help but heave a sigh of relief. It was finally happening.My lips quaked like leaves beaten by rain.We would finally be a family. I would have someone other than Alaric to shower all my love on. I couldn't stop thinking about what to name them. I wouldn't mind the gender. What mattered was that the baby was ours.Minutes later, the door eased open, and he walked in, his eyes dimmed by something I couldn't pinpoint. A cold knot formed in my chest as it dawned on me that I had never asked for his view on us having kids or if he wanted one.“The doctor said you passed out because you were tired.” His palm found mine, and he pressed it gently as though he feared it might hurt me. “How do you feel?” His tone was almost inaudible.My heart surged in pace.“Fine,” I answered, trying to hide my worry and watched him
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