All Chapters of Alexa and the Badboy: Chapter 81 - Chapter 87

The final-pt2CHAPTER SEVENTY-SIXAlexa’s POVIt’s been six days.Six days of staring at my phone until my eyes blurred. Six days of pretending I was okay while my insides twisted themselves into knots. Six days of silence so loud it roared in my head when I tried to sleep.And now I was pacing.My room was a total mess. My hairbrushes were on the floor, the laundry half done and the tea was already cold, sitting untouched on my desk. And there was my phone wallpaper, Devon hugging me tightly as he kissed me on the cheek, celebrating our second anniversary. It was before he had left for his final semester of the year. I unlocked my phone, and there it was. The tragedy of my relationship.The picture that was haunting me everytime I looked at it . Her arm looped around Devon like she belonged there. Him, smiling, relaxed, like there was nothing wrong going on. Not a trace of guilt on his face. And I...I looked like a fool. Felt like one as well. The phone rang in my hand and I answ

The ProposalCHAPTER SEVENTY-EIGHTAlexa’s POVThere was something odd about the air today. I couldn't quite put my finger on it yet, but it was oddly cheerful, like a calm but blissful energy had popped up into the atmosphere all of a sudden. It started with my mom. She was humming in the kitchen at six in the morning. Yes, humming. It totally caught me off guard because my mom didn’t hum. She lectured, reminded, cooked, and occasionally danced and made out with my dad in the living room when her favorite country jam played. But this? This kind of sunshine-on-toast energy was suspicious. So I decided to inquire. When I asked what the occasion was, she just smiled at me with that peculiar twinkle in her eye and said, “Aren’t we allowed to be happy once in a while, darling?”That was clie number two. Mom was never vague about anything, unless there was a surprise. I wracked my brain for something, but nothing came up. I narrowed my eyes and sipped my tea. Something was off, and s

CHAPTER EIGHTYOur Love is EternalAlexa’s POVThree years later.And here I was, standing at the heart of a beautiful glass garden room drenched in soft golden lights, laughter, and gentle music, wondering how I’d even gotten this far.From a broken, terrified girl clinging to survival... to this.A woman.A wife.An entrepreneur.The soft shimmer of fairy lights overhead caught in the champagne flute in my hand as I looked around. People were everywhere. Laughing, dancing, raising glasses in toasts. The smell of roses, sweet cakes, and grilled rosemary lamb filled the air. A celebration in every sense.Our first wedding anniversary. One year married to Devon. My Devon.I smiled to myself, the kind of smile that comes from deep within, steady, earned, whole. I could still feel his arms around me from earlier when he whispered, “One year down, forever to go.” My heart had done this strange little jump. It still did. Every single time he touched me.He was across the room now, in conve

EpilogueCHAPTER EIGHTY-TWODevon's POVThe hospital hallway felt like a tunnel, too long, too loud, and yet all I could hear was my own heartbeat, thrumming like a war drum in my chest.I couldn't believe it was time already. I flew past the nurses’ station, my shoes barely touching the floor. “Alexa...Devon Blackwood for Alexa Blackwood. She’s in labor-where-which room? ”A nurse pointed, and I didn’t wait for the rest.Room 201. I sprinted there immediately.I burst through the door breathless and drenched in guilt.And there she was.Her face was red with tears, her hair sticking to her forehead. She was mid-contraction, and the pain had etched itself deep into her features. She looked up the moment I entered.“Where the hell were you?” she cried out, voice cracking between a scream and a sob.I rushed to her side instantly, my hand slipping into hers. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. The traffic, the flights got delayed and then I..."“I thought you weren’t coming,” she whispered, and