All Chapters of Rekindling Love After Divorce : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

After about a three to four-hour drive, Charles finally made it to the location where his friend Alex said that he could find James’ car. He checked every roadside as he drove ahead, making sure he looked for a car that would match James’ car number. He found a few abandoned cars and after a while, he had finally tracked James' car to the location Alex had given him. He found the car in bad shape, it was dirty with the dust from the rarely used road and it was also badly damaged, with bullet wounds scattered all over it. As Charles further studied to see the window broken and one of the car seats out of place, his fear grew as he opened the car door, his mind racing with worst-case scenarios.The scene of the car looked like it was robbed by some serious hoodlums or an assassination attempt was carried out on it. He feared for Amanda as he searched the car and saw blood stains and shattered glasses on the floor of the car and also a broken phone inside, one he could identify as Aman

Amanda stood there unable to believe her eyes. What will she do now that she has been tricked to come here by Micheal? She knew he would make sure she did what he wanted before she was able to leave there alive which scared the hell out of her.She tried to move back away from him while planning in her mind how to escape but he grabbed her and pushed her towards himself, his teeth clenching in his eyes as his eyes held so many warnings as if daring her to do what she had done again.Micheal's eyes glinted, dripping with malice as his face lit up with a knowing smile, and he went ahead to welcome Amanda."How does it feel to come to me like this, Princess? How does it feel for you to be trapped here with me?" he sneered, his words sending shivers down Amanda's spine.Amanda swallowed hard, her eyes narrowing as she tried to think of how she would be able to escape the dangers he was in, her mind racing with questions, especially with the questions on how Micheal showed up here."What's

The car ride back to the city was quiet, but not peaceful. The silence had weight. Amanda sat in the back seat, her arms folded across her lap, and her gaze fixed on the passing streets. She wasn’t looking out the window to admire anything. Her thoughts were too loud for that. Her daughter was still missing, and the chaos of the last twenty-four hours had left a storm behind her eyes. Charles gripped the steering wheel with one hand, the other resting tensely against the window. He kept glancing at Amanda in the rearview mirror, then at James, who sat in the passenger seat. James hadn’t said much since they got in the car. He leaned back in his seat, one hand on his chest where the fresh bandage peeked out from under his shirt. His other hand rested on his thigh, curled loosely into a fist. It was clear he was still in pain, but it wasn’t what consumed his mind. When they finally pulled up to Amanda’s apartment complex, Charles didn’t switch off the engine. Amanda opened her door and

Betty sat cross-legged on the velvet couch in her living room, the pale light from her phone casting a glow on her face. Her long fingers scrolled lazily through the latest updates on social media, her expression turning sour with each swipe. There, once again, was a photo of Amanda and James, standing close in what looked like a hospital parking lot which James had posted on his social media page. Amanda wore a tired smile while he stood beside her, his arm casually brushing against hers lovingly. Betty stared at it longer than necessary, her eyes narrowing. “They look happy,” she muttered to no one, letting her phone drop onto the glass table with a soft clink. Her heart pounded quietly beneath her silk robe, not from anger exactly, but something worse. That thick knot of fear that had been growing in her stomach for days. She leaned back, her head resting on the cushion, and her eyes staring at the crystal chandelier above. The guys she sent after Amanda had failed and now Ja

Amanda sat cross-legged on the floor, the low coffee table between her and James cluttered with open notebooks, old newspapers, and scattered printouts. The once-quiet apartment now buzzed with the weight of unspoken questions, but instead of fear, there was a sense of purpose in the air. James leaned over the table, tapping on a faded headline that read "Tragic Fire Claims Prominent Couple." “This was the night everything changed,” he said, his voice low but steady. Amanda looked up from the envelope in her hands, her eyes filled with thought. “And the anonymous text I had gotten previously before that day you got into an accident... it quoted a line from this exact article. Word for word. At the time, I didn’t think much of it.” James reached for a nearby file. “These were all sent to you anonymously?” She nodded. “Every single one. I thought it was someone trying to give me a clue, but now it feels more like someone trying to plant doubt.” They sat in silence for a moment,