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The Unloved Wife Of Damien Whitmore Chapter 131
Chapter 131: The Worst Place To Find OutSELINA’S POVYour father’s car killed them. Your father killed Daniel and Maria Torres.I kept hearing those words in my head. They went round and round, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t get away from them.For five years, I’d thought it was an accident. A drunk man driving on a wet road. A terrible piece of bad luck. My parents had stopped because someone needed help, and that decision had cost them their lives.But it hadn’t been an accident. Someone had sent that car after them. And my parents had followed it. They had gone into the darkness, straight towards the fire, to rescue a boy they had never met.I folded forward in the metal chair. The driver kept his hands on my shoulders. My wrists were tied, and I pressed my hands so hard against my stomach that my knuckles began to ache. I trie
The Unloved Wife Of Damien Whitmore Chapter 130
Chapter 130: The ChairDamien POVThey tied me with cable ties.Wrists to the arms of the wooden chair. Ankles to the legs. Then a rope across my chest, round the back, pulled so tight I could feel the wood pressing into my spine with every breath.The chair was bolted to the floor. I could feel that too. The whole thing didn't move an inch when I pulled.Across the oily concrete, twenty feet away, Selina sat on the metal chair with the driver's hands on her shoulders. She was crying without making a sound. Her tied hands were pressed against her stomach.I couldn't reach her. I couldn't do anything. I kept my eyes on her face anyway. Kayden pulled up an oil drum in front of me and sat on it. He crossed his legs. He looked comfortable, like a man at a pub.Behind him, the lorry was written *ROURKE HAULAGE. NORTH & EAST.*
The Unloved Wife Of Damien Whitmore Chapter 129
Chapter 129: He CameSelina POVHe came and I'd spent three hours telling myself he wouldn't. I'd said it to the baby. I'd said it to the rusted lorry and the swinging light and the pigeon up in the steel. *He won't come. So it won't hurt.*And then the blue doors groaned open, and two men pushed him through into the dark, I saw him and he was there.His dark jacket was black with rain at the shoulders, a tear in it from the glass at Fenna. His hair flat on his forehead. A gun pressed into the back of his neck.Damien was sanding in the oil stains on the concrete floor with his hands up. He’d come. I never knew he would, I thought he would go to Amora. But he came. I smiled.My whole body went hot and then cold and then hot again. My heart did something I'd never felt before, a great hard lurch, like it was trying to get out of my chest and run to
The Unloved Wife Of Damien Whitmore Chapter 128
Chapter 128: The TradeDamien POVThey pulled me out of the car by my jacket.Two of them. One on each arm. My shoulder hit the doorframe and my feet slid on the wet gravel and someone shoved a gun into the back of my neck, it was cold and hard, right where my hair stopped."Hands where I can see them."I put my hands up.Someone patted me down, fast and rough. Chest. Back. Legs. Ankles. They found my phone and threw it into a puddle. They found the car keys and threw those too.Then one of them grabbed my left wrist and held it up to the light."Here."He pulled the watch off. He held it up so the others could see the back of it, the tiny dark lens where the green light had been.He dropped it on the gravel and brought his boot down on it. Glass cracked. Metal crunched. He st
The Unloved Wife Of Damien Whitmore Chapter 127
Chapter 127: AloneDamien POVI left the house at twenty to five. The reporters at the gate were asleep in their vans. One of them sat up as Gus dragged the gate open, rubbed his eyes, fumbled for his camera, and missed me. By the time his flash went off I was already at the bottom of the road.The city was black and wet and empty. Streetlights on the embankment. A night bus with nobody on it. A fox crossing the road by the bridge, stopping to look at my headlights, then trotting away like it had somewhere better to be.I had both hands on the wheel. My heavy watch was firmly fitted on my left wrist. Under it's glass, a tiny green light blinked once every few seconds, it was so small you'd only see it if you knew to look.On the passenger seat lay a cream paper envelope. *Selina* on the front, in my handwriting.I'd written it at three in the morning at the k
The Unloved Wife Of Damien Whitmore Chapter 126
Chapter 126: He Won't ComeSelina POVThey moved me again at three in the morning. They put on hoodie, the stairs, the creaking jetty and the van. This time Sefu climbed in beside me and sat close enough that I could feel his arm against mine through the blanket, and when the van went round the roundabout and I tipped, he caught my shoulder and held it. He didn't say anything. Neither did I.This time, the drive lasted only twenty minutes. No bells rang. When the doors opened, the river's smell was gone. I met with cold, dry air and something unpleasant, like a garage that had been closed for years.Gravel under my feet, then concrete. Then a sound I knew from Dad's garage when I was small. A big metal shutter door being hauled up on a chain. Rattle, clang.The hood came off. I was in a huge room bigger than the warehouse. A roof so high I couldn't see it in the dark, just the shapes of steel beams crossing far above me like the bones of something. One light, hanging from a long cabl
The Unloved Wife Of Damien Whitmore Chapter 4
Chapter 4LINA The silence that followed my words was absolute.Even the wind seemed to hold its breath. Damien stood completely still, the color still absent from his face, his jaw slack in a way I had never seen before. He looked, for the first time since I had known him, like a man who had been
The Unloved Wife Of Damien Whitmore Chapter 3
Chapter 3LINAThe cemetery was quiet and empty in the late morning. I had brought fresh lilies-it used to be my mum's favourites, and held them to my chest as I walked the familiar path leading to their graves.I'd been here countless times over the years, but today felt different. Today I was goi
The Unloved Wife Of Damien Whitmore Chapter 2
Chapter 2LINAI couldn't sleep. The bed felt enormous without Damien, though I should have been used to it by now. How many nights had I spent alone in these expensive sheets, staring at the ceiling, wondering where he really was? Who he was really with? And what he was doing? It was routine at th
The Unloved Wife Of Damien Whitmore Chapter 1
Chapter 1LINAThe pregnancy test slipped from my trembling fingers and fell, making a noise as it clattered against the bathroom counter. I couldn't believe what I was seeing as I slowly rubbed my eyes thinking I was getting too tired. But the visual refused to change. Two pink lines stared back
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