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CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTY SIX
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EX-HUSBAND’S LAST CHANCE AT LOVE CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTY SEVEN
ALARIC’S POVMy woman wasn't picking up her calls or returning my messages.I clicked the power button for the umpteenth time as I sat there with my lawyers, zoning out from what they were saying. I was sitting in their office, on the second floor of the building.“Are you here with us, sir?” I heard one of them say, and I raised my eyes to see them staring at me.“Yeah.” I cleared my throat, shoving the phone in my pocket. “Where were we?” They sent one another a look, then back at me.“We submitted the list to the police, who met with most of them. Some are out of the country presently. We barely got anything out of them except the fact that they ran different chains of businesses all around the world. No one has a bad record with them.”I pinned my lips together as I hummed. “So does that help with the case?” The tall lady shook her head, and I sighed in frustration. “Everything of use?” I pressed further.They shook their heads.“But if we keep trying…”I raked my fingers thro
EX-HUSBAND’S LAST CHANCE AT LOVE CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTY SIX
ALARIC’S POVMy wife wasn't speaking to me. She had spent the night in another room, leaving me on the bed, which had now become huge and cold. Somehow, I had forgotten this stubborn part of her—the adamant side.“You have to bring her back.” She wouldn't stop hammering, but I couldn't.As much as I wanted to brace up and take everything like a grown-up, I was human, and blood flowed through my veins. The ache was raw, and it stung like a sour tomato.There wasn't a rule that stated children had to forgive their parents, especially when they made their childhood a nightmare and suddenly decided to be happy.Was that it? What got me riled up was that she couldn't wait to start a new life. A life she stole from Alaric. He wouldn't have been in the car without helping me run away from our mother. If she had stopped hitting me now and then, she would have made him sad. My head throbbed as I pushed myself out of bed. I had barely slept a wink all night, and half of it was spent walking
EX-HUSBAND’S LAST CHANCE AT LOVE CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTY FIVE
THIRD PERSON POVBianca was lying on the bed, something strapped to her right arm, and the machine beeping softly while John sat there, holding onto her left hand like it was all he needed to breathe, his chest was heavy, and his breathing rough with every second that day. The doctor had said she was lucky and that she had a close call with death.“She should wake up soon.” He had informed before leaving the room to attend to other patients.And so John held onto that hope and vowed never to leave her side. “Please wake up, love.” He mumbled under his breath, his fingers shaking as he moved some strands of hair away from her face to avoid her being in discomfort.His eyes rested on her cracked, dry lips, and tears stung his eyelids. She looked so peaceful. Bianca was a sweet soul who didn't deserve all this.The door slid open, but he didn't raise his head to look in that direction.“She isn't waking up, doctor.” His voice trembled slightly like a cold leaf while trying to brace hims
EX-HUSBAND’S LAST CHANCE AT LOVE CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTY FOUR
THIRD PERSON POVIf anyone had told John he would be storming into his brother’s house to save his wife, he would have cackled out loud at the joke. He didn’t bother to ring the doorbell; he just shoved it open, his gun now visible in his right hand.“Bianca!! " he yelled, not knowing where to go. The house was huge. He was pacing up and down when Mr Wolfe and Mirabella walked down the stairs, each so close to the other, and her hair was disheveled. She was struggling to straighten her dress, which meant they were having sex. John’s insides coiled at the thought. The moment she sighted the gun, she stepped behind her man’s back. “What right do you have to constitute a nuisance in my house?” Mr Wolfe bellowed, his anger raging from his tone.John clenched his jaw and wrapped his fingers around it tightly.“The same you have to hurt my woman.” He seethed.Mr Wolfe’s eyes shot daggers at him as he walked off the stairways and closed in some gap between them. He was bellowed by the auda
EX-HUSBAND’S LAST CHANCE AT LOVE CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTY-THREE
THIRD PERSON’S POVBy the time Bianca woke up, she was clutching her stomach in pain. Her body was a bit weak, and that was when it dawned on her that she had not eaten anything all day. Now, the sky had turned pitch black. Her medication was untouched, too. Having the urge to quench her thirst and use her drugs, she pulled herself out of bed and headed toward the door. Grabbing the doorknob, it doesn't shake, no matter how many times she turns it. It was locked.By someone.Panic shot through her as her eyes widened, and she could see everything turning against her. Death seemed nearer than usual, and tears clutched onto her lashes as she found herself shaking her hand. Her hands were trembling. “Open this door!!” Her voice was high, but no matter how many minutes passed, no help came.The pain was hitting like a blow, each thrust deeper than the last, and her legs weakened like marshmallows underneath her frame. Gradually, her vision blurred like a pair of broken lenses, with her
EX-HUSBAND’S LAST CHANCE AT LOVE CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTY TWO
THIRD PERSON POVMr Wolfe shoved the things on his table away in one push as his anger grew. He was huffing, his mind in disarray. She didn’t look like she missed him, or didn’t come back to fix things and it made him wonder why she was back.The door was shoved open and Mirabella stormed in, her face was frowned. She was clutching onto two bags. Shopping as usual.He scoffed.“Why is she still in this house?” She thundered. She could barely think straight after Chris told her, the news had threatened the core of her existence and in a second she felt like an outsider. He raked his fingers through his hair, ignoring her until she stepped right in front of him, her face almost in his.“Why can’t you let her go? Why does she still have such effect on you?” Mirabella’s voice was trembling as tears threatened to spill her utmost fears. He turned his face away, his heart squeezing with guilt and she pulled on his arm to make him look her way.“Not today, Mirabella. I’m not in the mood
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