Todos los capítulos de CHASING MY EX-WIFE: Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

Arabel's POVLondonA pulse is hammering at my temple as I trot into the big living room where Griffin had a party going the last time I was here.After leaving Germany and packing our bags in a hurry and in tears, I had to go to London.I need Griffin's help.I no longer want to partner with Richard. In fact, I want to stay very far from him. I want my child to never remember his face or name.I don't care if I face legal consequences for abruptly terminating the contract. I just want to do anything to keep us from seeing each other.The more contacts there are, the bigger the problem for me.I will do this to protect my child. Then go far away from here, somewhere he can never find us until he gives up."You can stay here, ma'am, while I inform him," his P.A says to me before heading upstairs to his home office, where we had a meeting the last time.I'm hoping to get the help I can.Impatiently, I pace to and fro, waiting for someone to show up. I had Lucia watch over Daisy, who has

Richard's POVNodding in response to what the doctor is saying, I continue looking at Leo, who is staring at me from outside the transparent door.“It will take at least two weeks to heal, but for now, I will suggest you use crutches,” he advises, signaling to the nurse to bring the crutches closer.I stare at it in horror.“You have nothing to worry about, Mr. Giodano. This is just to assist you with healing and movement. It's just a simple sprain in the leg, and you will be good in two weeks. You can come back after that to remove the cast.”I nod again, this time interested in knowing how to use the crutches.As if hearing my thoughts, he comes forward and helps me up, lifting the crutches up and keeping them at arm's length.“Lean forward,” he orders calmly, and I do so obediently, wincing as the pain shoots through me. “When you want to walk, you will have to put both crutches 1 foot ahead of you before shifting your weight on them. Afterwards, you push your body and the good foo

Arabel's POV“Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday, happy birthday, happy birthday to you!” A round of applause resounds in the decorated living room.“Hurray, hurray, hurray!” The thought of cutting the cake fills Daisy's friends with excitement.“Happy birthday, Daisy.”Everyone begins to congratulate her as she flashes them her prettiest smile, looking like a Cinderella princess in the white ball gown she is wearing.She turns around and embraces me tightly, her arms flying around my neck. I laugh heartily, happy that I eventually did this.I am happy to see the smile on her face. I am happy to have made up for what happened last night.“Thank you, mummy. I love you," she says, pecking my cheeks.“I love you too, my darling,” I peck her forehead, holding her tiny waist.“It's time to cut the cake!” Someone announce, making her whirl around and leave my hold.I move closer to her, smiling at everyone present, glad for the massive turnout. I had believed it wa

Arabel's POVThe evening ended with Richard missing. His mother asked if I had seen him, and I told her no.She tried calling him, but he wasn't picking while I busied myself with thanking our guests.Virtually everyone ate to their fill. Daisy's over excitedness won't stop me from smiling with pride.By the time I say goodbye to the last guest, Mother is already looking worried as she keeps dialing his number."Can't you reach him yet?" I approach and ask. She nods.Guilt stabs my insides, and I fold my arms before telling her honestly. I saw him outside a while ago. Perhaps he left already.”“Left? To where?” I shrug indifferently. “What did you two talk about?” She stares at me suspiciously.“Nothing really. We didn't get to talk,” I reply and begin to dial his number, which rings until it goes to voicemail.He isn't answering my calls either. I hope he is fine, though.“Try him again,” she insists, and I do that.He picks at the second ring with a raspy voice. “Hello.”“Hi, where

Arabel's POVDespite the anger shimmering inside of me, I let it out, watching his face devoid of emotion turn aghast with shock.He suddenly leans back like someone who just had an attack, making me wonder if I was wrong when I thought he was going to sigh in total relief.Determined to get it all out, I continue painstakingly. "Before the divorce, I was pregnant with her. I…I knew… I found out that night, and I was on my way to inform you about the news when I heard you speaking with her. I decided I wasn't going to act as if I heard you clearly cheating on me…”“I didn't cheat…” I raise a hand to cut him short.“I am not done!”I am not looking at him, out of fear of what I would do to him, considering how much pain and ache I am feeling as the memories rush in like a wave of the ocean.“When I entered, you asked me if I received the papers, like it was something consensual. Something we both wanted. Something we both knew about beforehand. I asked what papers, keeping aside my int