Todos os capítulos de Kneel Before Me, Ex-husband: Capítulo 91 - Capítulo 100

“Alexa…” Victoria’s voice trembled, the words coming out in a rush. “She’s on a live interview, and she’s destroying you, Amethyst. She’s saying you’re a homewrecker. She’s saying you ruined her marriage with Gideon. Please… you need to see this for yourself.”I felt a wave of nausea sweep over me. Alexa. That treacherous woman.I quickly turned on the television, switching to the news channel. The screen flickered for a moment before settling on a live broadcast. And there she was.Alexa. Sitting on a sleek, modern couch in a news studio, tears running down her cheeks as she spoke into the camera, looking every bit the picture of a heartbroken woman.“I can’t even begin to explain how much pain I’m in right now,” Alexa’s voice wavered, her words dripping with feigned sincerity."Amethyst Amadeus has done nothing but tear apart my marriage with my husband, Gideon Grayson. She’s been a constant presence in our lives, manipulating situations to get close to him. And now—now she’s ruined

Amethyst POVDays passed, and the media buzzed with my interview. The truth had come out, and Alexa’s lies had been exposed to the world. But the fallout was far from over.I could feel the weight of the situation pressing down on me. Every conversation, every glance from people around me felt heavy, charged with whispers, judgment, and the endless questions that no one seemed to be able to stop asking. But none of that mattered anymore. The truth had been laid bare, and I wasn’t about to let anyone twist it again.The week after the interview, I spent most of my time buried in work, my team keeping me focused on the tasks at hand as my PR team handled the barrage of questions from the press. The public was on my side for the most part, but Alexa was doing everything she could to claw back her reputation. Still, there was no going back now.Then there was Nicolai.He’d been a constant presence, a steady force at my side, and despite everything going on, he never once wavered in his su

Gideon’s shoulders stiffened at my words, and for a moment, he didn’t respond. The tension between us was palpable, thick enough that I could almost taste it in the air. His eyes remained locked on mine, searching, probing, as if he were trying to figure out what I was truly thinking.“I’m here, Amethyst, because I need to apologize,” he said, his voice quieter now, but filled with an edge of desperation. “For everything. For Alexa. For what happened. For the hurt I caused you.” He paused, the words clearly weighing on him. “I know it won’t fix anything, but I need you to understand that I never meant for any of this to happen. I never meant for you to be dragged into the mess that was my life.”I couldn’t suppress the small laugh that escaped me. It was bitter, mocking, and entirely reflexive. “You think this apology changes anything?” I asked, leaning back in my chair, crossing my arms. “You think this makes it better, Gideon? That your words will erase the damage done?”His express

When I arrived, I slammed the car door shut and pulled the collar of my jacket up, trying to shield myself from the lingering chill of the rain. The downpour had finally let up, but the air was still thick with the remnants of the storm. My boots splashed in the puddles as I walked toward the front gate of my house, cursing under my breath. I hadn’t planned on this kind of day—not with the car, not with Gideon. But here I was, standing in front of my house, trying to process the bizarre chain of events that had led me to this point.He stood by the car, his posture rigid, almost as if he had been waiting there for a while. His dark, wet hair stuck to his forehead, and his shirt clung to his skin, still soaked from the rain. He looked out of place, standing in front of my house like he had a right to be there. My stomach twisted. I hadn’t even heard him pull up.He spotted me as soon as I stopped, and his eyes softened with a hint of concern, the way he always looked when he was trying

“I don’t miss him,” I snapped, my words harsher than I intended. “You’re wrong, Marta. You have no idea what you're talking about.”She didn’t flinch or back away. Instead, she walked closer, her gaze softening with an almost motherly warmth. “I may not know everything, Madam,” she said quietly, “but I know you. And I know when your heart is in pain, even if you try to hide it.”I felt my throat tighten, and for a fleeting second, I almost let the tears that had been threatening to spill over break free. But I swallowed hard, pushing them down, refusing to show any more weakness. I wouldn’t let myself fall into that trap.“I’m fine,” I repeated, though it sounded less convincing this time. “I’m just fine, Marta.”She nodded slowly, but I could see the concern still lingering in her eyes. She didn’t push me further, though I knew she wanted to. Instead, she gave me a small, understanding smile, one that spoke volumes without saying a word.“I’ll take care of everything, Madam,” she sai