บททั้งหมดของ The Second Marriage Chance [English]: บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

Sarah I fell silent momentarily, carefully considering the mysterious person on the motorcycle. He was clad in a black leather jacket, which made me doubtful it could be Philip. My former husband would never don such rebellious attire. Philip had also never brandished a gun before. The only thing my ex-husband did was perv on me. That mysterious man's behavior is far from Philip's personality. However, when I looked more closely at the person's body shape and height, an unsettling thought crept into my mind: it could indeed be Philip. "How did you connect or think that person was Philip?" I asked Jakob. "Because of this." Jakob showed me surveillance footage of the motorcycle passing through a particular street. "That road leads to Dr. Ethan Vanderbilt's mansion. I also got a clear shot of the motorcycle's plate number, and guess what, the motorcycle is registered to Philip Cornell." My lips parted involuntarily in a small grimace of shock. "Before you think your rescuer migh

Philip The GPS guided me to Sarah’s current location. A knot of dread formed in my gut as I twisted the throttle, pushing my motorcycle to dangerous speeds through the city streets. I had to reach her before Mariano's team. The sleek white van stayed behind, mimicking my vehicle's movements like a sinister shadow. Shit! Determined to catch up with Sarah's vehicle, I took a shortcut through a narrow alleyway. My motorcycle's tires screeched loudly as I abruptly stopped in the middle of the road, following my instincts while fear coursed through my veins. I anxiously waited for Sarah's approaching vehicle, and despite wearing my helmet, I could distinctly see her eyes widen in surprise as she rolled to a stop mere feet away from me, our vehicles separated by a hairbreadth. The driver's side window shattered in a spray of deadly glass shards. After making sure the bullet hit the driver, I got back on the motorcycle and sped off again before Sarah could recognize me. At least the van w

Sarah My bedroom remained cloaked in shadows, the darkness enveloping me like a comforting embrace as I sought solace within its confines—with only a faint light shining in from outside. I came here briefly to release the tears I've been holding back. Philip's words kept replaying in my mind: he never loved me, not in the past, not now. The realization cut deeper than any blade, even though a part of me already knew the truth. Yet I felt his heartbreak, which only added to my confusion. I felt so foolish! It felt like a second stabbing as if the initial wound had been reopened and salt poured mercilessly into the raw, exposed flesh. I couldn't breathe, my chest tightened, and my vision blurred from the pain. Nevertheless, I had to pull myself together, return to my original plans, and ensure Madam Cornell suffered! "Miss, are you alright?" Amanda asked worriedly as darkness engulfed me again. "I'm fine..." It's expected to be hurt again, right? This is my fault. I let myself

Sarah When I entered the hospital ward, Jane was leaning against the upright bed, quietly sobbing. "Jane!" I called out, my voice tinged with worry. "S-Sarah…" She looked up and saw me, a glimmer of relief in her eyes. I approached the side of her bed so she could hug me properly. She clung to me tightly, crying softly like a child. "Why did you do that, Jane? Why did you try to cut your wrist?" I couldn't help but ask. She answered in a frail voice with only the two of us in the room. "It's a ploy, Sarah… I made sure I wouldn't die." "What?" Confusion furrowed my brow as I studied the bandage on her hand, noticing the cut was far from her wrist. "What the hell, Jane! What you did was incredibly dangerous!" She continued weeping as she told her story. "I know! But what can I do? I can no longer take it! I have to ensure I won't marry Mr. Olsen!" "Does anyone know?" Shaking her head, she replied, "If you're wondering if Brother Philip knows, I only told you… Oh Sarah, if you co

Sarah "Hi, Ms. Mitchell!" the woman greeted me, her voice tinged with relief and a hint of embarrassment. She was a brunette with intelligent hazel eyes, probably older than me by a couple of years, dressed in a crisp navy blazer and matching pencil skirt. "I'm really sorry. Here's your identification," she added, handing me the sleek, laminated card. "Thank God! You're here!" I approached her and introduced myself. "I'm Sarah Mitchell. Just call me Sarah." "Emily!" We shook hands. I should have waited for you in the lobby to prevent any problems. I'm genuinely sorry for the inconvenience." We entered the building together. The three receptionists stood at their posts, avoiding eye contact with Mr. Johnson. The president glanced at me while the three widened their eyes, clearly terrified. "President Johnson," I said with a frown as I approached. "Ms. Mitchell!" "President Johnson, I believe it's time to reconsider your staffing choices in this lobby," I stated. "M-Ms. Mitchell