Semua Bab HIS SECRET WIFE: Bab 131 - Bab 140

Hand on my chest I gasped again. My eyes went blurry for a second as I stared in utter shock. The lights were off and the only light came from the candles placed a few meters apart, the flames flickering even on the walls. I closed my eyes, the sweet and vanilla scent filing the whole house. I couldn’t believe, savouring what I had seen, thinking when I opened my eyes it would all be gone. My body quivered, opening my eyes to the rose petals all over the floor. The counter was completely covered with boxes of red roses, red balloons strung from these boxes, floating in the air. There were a few bottles of wine here and there.It was gorgeous. I laughed, and nearly cried, taking a step closer, my heart beating so hard. No one had ever done something like that for me. Had he done it himself? How many hours had it taken. I took out my phone quickly, snapped a photo then did a video for Sam and Neria. My fingers ran through the petals, so many boxes of roses. I bowed down, taking th

“Ruth, we have to talk.” I turned from the seriousness of Hendrix’s voice and when my eyes fell on the large white envelope my heart dropped to the darkest pitt in my stomach. I placed the spoon down before I dropped it. So this was really happening, he was really leaving us. “These are our divorce papers,” He dropped the envelope on the table and pushed it forward. “Your family has agreed to the terms.” He spoke, his hands sliding into his pockets, looking calm. My heart was being shredded, his cold exterior making it hard for me to even say anything. How could he so casually just break the news. So many questions ran through my head. All the words he spoke of never leaving me, of never leaving us. “You said you wanted to adopt Blue?” Was the one question I finally settled on. Why had he even said that? Why had he led me to believe he really wanted to be Blue’s father. “And I will.” He said casually, not the man I was used to, “I am protecting him from you. He will have a normal

This was how I was going to die. In my head I could see it and I knew this was how I was going to lose my life. I had accepted, accepted it the second Sam’s words settled in my head. If I had to claw Damon’s insides with my bare hands, I would. Raw, the nerve exposed leaving me deaf and numb to everything that was happening. The car couldn’t go any faster but it felt like it was moving in slow motion. My eyes were trained ahead, sitting pressed forward, scanning every car we passed. There was no way we could see the cars they were driving. We had no way of tracking them nor knowing which direction they took from the house but still, I felt like stopping every car in search of my baby. Familiar streets appeared, Hendrix hitting full gas, the car flew on the road. The loud noise of the tires screeching filled the air as we took a sharp turn and up the driveway. The car was barely on park when we jumped out. I took the steps two at a time. So much hate was threading through me, pulsing

“You know it’s four a.m right?” “I am five minutes away, please alert the guards I am coming, open the gate and garage” Was all I said as I took the sharp corner up to Ryan's house, cutting the call. I pressed harder on the gas, the car not able to go any faster than it already was. My hands clenched, pale, and burning from the pain of the tight grip. The lights from the house came to view, bright. I dared take a look again at Hendrix’s dot on the map, my chest clenching even more, my jaw set. The dot still hadn’t moved, wanting to not think the worst but it was hard to ignore the fact now.The gates opened as I approached and I was afraid, if not, I would have run them through. I turned, going straight to the garage and slid in the open spot. I did not even turn off the car; jumped off, and ran for the door to the house, running in. I nearly hit Neria while turning the corner. “Girl!” She exclaimed, stepping back. I was shaking, could barely even speak. “I need guns,” Was all I

Hendrix and Neria were in surgery. My baby had been checked by the doctor. Blue had been hit, his ear had been bleeding. The doctor attended to him then advised what medicine he would need at home. We needed to bring Bue back in two weeks to check if his hearing had been affected. The morning could not get any worse. I sat by the theatre where my friend, who I had dragged into this, was being operated on along with my husband. No word had been said on them, how bad their conditions were. Ryan’s men filled the hall, all looking pale as if their lives were on the line.I ran my hand through my hair again, tears having dried, my well dry and used up. I had said so many prayers and I was raw. The pacing did not help and sitting down did not help either. I did not know what to do with myself. In my head I kept playing it back, what could I have done for us not to end up here? Each time my brain hit a dead end. I could not think, my bran tired yet I could not stop torturing it. I had clea