Lahat ng Kabanata ng MY SECOND CHANCE HUSBAND: Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

"Some pills, perhaps," the woman replied nonchalantly. That answer made the man lose his breathing rhythm. His concern was replaced by anger. Aaron closed his eyes and took a deep breath, just to keep from shouting all the curses he knew, in all the languages ​​he knew. However, when he spoke again, his calm still seemed to have not returned. "What the fuck? Did you get drugged?" "Not just me. Anastasia too" she replied. "Where are you, my angel?" Aaron tried not to get upset, because he knew self-control was his best quality. "I don't know. Maybe Manhattan? Aaron, I need to shut down. My mind is spiraling," Elena communicated, and then smiled again. That sound would be like classical music to a man's ears, if there weren't large doses of alcohol in the female voice. "Don't you dare hang up" he threatened, using a tone of voice that would certainly intimidate a sober Elena, but not this drunk Elena. "You can't force me. In fact, you don't care. You don't even like me" despite be

MEXICO. HOTEL ROOM.Toc. Toc.Damon's senses slowly emerged from the fog of sleep as the persistent knocks on the door pierced through his consciousness. He turned to his side and saw Kisha, her peaceful form nestled beside him. Her brown locks cascaded gently over the pillow, reminiscent of Elena's, yet distinctly different.More knocks followed, each one amplifying the pounding ache in his head."I'm coming, damn it," Damon grumbled, his voice gravelly with sleep and the remnants of last night's indulgence in alcohol.In recent days, Damon had found solace in the numbing embrace of liquor, drowning his troubles in a haze of intoxication. The clarity of sobriety had become a rare luxury, elusive amidst the whirlwind of chaos that had engulfed his life.Toc. Toc.Another insistent rap echoed through the room, disrupting the heavy silence that hung in the air like a suffocating shroud.With a grunt of impatience, Damon stumbled out of bed, his limbs heavy with fatigue and the weight of

They reached the end of the long hallway, where double doors were located. Aaron opened the doors to the master bedroom; a suite of questionable size with a direct view of the sea. And just like the living room, the bedroom had three glass walls. The rounded bed was perfectly lined with white sheets. The balcony doors were open and the wind that entered the suite was pleasant, with the smell and feeling of the ocean. The floor was light wood, polished and reflected. The furniture was dark, spaced apart and very tasteful. "This bed makes me want to sleep for days" Elena commented. "It's a shame because we have plans for the whole weekend" "We have?" The woman turned to Aaron and saw him confirm with a subtle nod. She furrowed her eyebrows, as she thought the weekend would be so they could rest, enjoy each other's company and strengthen the intimacy they had. "Starting with today". ** The first shoe outside the Range Rover was Elena's Saint Laurent. She descended so elegantly tha

He walked over to the drinks table, his movements tense and deliberate. Pouring himself a shot, he seemed lost in thought, his mind undoubtedly racing with the implications of the news.Helena's name hung in the air like a heavy weight, suffocating the room with its significance. Damon's next words cut through the silence like a knife. "Now Helena is free from me."The bitterness in his tone was unmistakable, tinged with a hint of resignation. Kesha couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy for him, despite everything. "But why do you need her? You have me," she murmured softly.Damon's laugh was sharp and humorless. "You?" he scoffed, his disbelief evident. "You're not useful for my plans."As he downed the tequila in one swift motion, Kesha felt a chill run down her spine. His gaze bore into her, intense and calculating, sending shivers down her spine. "Or maybe..." he trailed off, his voice taking on a dangerous edge.The sudden change in tone made Kesha's heart race, her pulse q

It had been a few days since she visited that police station, thanks for Damon. It was true that he was curious about her visit, trying to decipher something relevant in her face.“Damon and I are no longer together,” she said at once.To say the man's eyes were glassy would be an understatement. Spencer even stopped breathing to hear better. He leaned forward as Elena sat down in one of the chairs. “Damon told me he had… lost control of you. I didn’t think you got divorced.”“It wasn’t a marriage as it seemed. Damon was more of my dictator than my husband” she said angrily. “But I didn’t just come to say that. I came to tell you that this investigation is over. I'm cleaning up the mess Damon made me do, and the first part is this... getting away from everything that threatens Aaron."Elena opened her bag and took out some papers, placing them on the wooden table. Spencer's eyes followed her movements, cautious but very anxious."I did some reporting on my time with Damon. All the tim