All Chapters of Kneel Before Me, Ex-husband: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

The silence that followed Victoria's question felt like an eternity. My chest tightened, my breath caught in my throat. I could feel her eyes drilling into me, waiting for an answer, but the words felt heavy in my mouth. Could I tell her the truth? Could I explain what was really going on with Gideon? And if I did, what would it mean for the fragile state of everything between us?I glanced at the door, as if Gideon might suddenly appear again, but the silence remained unbroken. He was gone, yet his presence lingered, like an uninvited guest who had overstayed his welcome. And here I was, caught between two worlds—one where I wanted to protect Victoria from the truth, and another where the weight of everything I'd been avoiding was starting to crack open.“Vick…” I started, my voice quieter than I intended. "It's... not that simple."Victoria’s expression softened slightly, but her gaze remained fixed on me, intense and searching. She wasn’t going to let me off the hook easily. I coul

As the door creaked open, I found myself face-to-face with Gideon. His presence was as intense as I remembered—powerful, magnetic, yet tinged with something darker, something more complicated than I was prepared to face.He didn’t speak immediately, just looked at me with a mixture of longing and uncertainty in his eyes. His jaw was tight, a subtle sign of restraint, but I could feel the tension hanging between us like an invisible thread, pulling us closer together despite the distance I had tried to maintain.“You came,” I said quietly, my voice betraying the vulnerability I hadn’t wanted him to see.Gideon’s gaze softened for a moment before it hardened again.“You’re the one who opened the door,” he replied, his words carrying a weight that felt like a promise or a warning—maybe both.I stepped aside, allowing him to enter, and closed the door softly behind him. The room felt smaller with him in it, filled with the gravity of everything we’d never spoken about.Gideon stood still

The days following Marta’s departure had a certain stillness to them. The absence of her steady presence was more noticeable than I expected, leaving the house quieter, the air a bit heavier. But Gideon remained, a constant in a sea of change. He didn’t press me for details or expect me to open up more than I was ready to. He just... was, and that was more than I ever thought I needed.One evening, a week after Marta had left, we sat together by the fire in the living room, the flames flickering lazily against the stone hearth. The crackling sounds of the fire seemed to fill the space between us, a comfortable background to the quiet that had settled over us. Gideon was seated beside me, our knees brushing slightly, though neither of us acknowledged it.I had been reading a book, but my thoughts kept wandering. Something about the way Gideon had looked at me that morning, after Marta’s departure, had been different. There was a warmth in his gaze, a soft patience, as if he was letting

The following days felt like a delicate dance—one where I was constantly aware of the fragile balance between what I wanted to believe and the lingering doubts that gnawed at the edges of my thoughts. Each moment with Gideon felt like a small victory, but the weight of Nicolai’s threat still loomed over us, unspoken yet present in the quiet spaces between our words.Gideon’s presence grounded me, and I found myself leaning on him more than I thought I ever would. But beneath the comfort, I couldn’t shake the nagging fear that Nicolai was still out there, a shadow hanging over everything, threatening to destroy it all. Nicolai wasn’t a man who took kindly to betrayal or failure. The moment I’d left him, the moment I’d walked away, I knew he wouldn’t just let it go. I wasn’t sure how, but I knew that he would find a way to make me pay.On one particularly cold evening, as the sun dipped low and the sky bled into hues of purple and gold, I found myself once again on the balcony, wrapped

I gripped the phone tighter, my pulse racing as Nicolai's words echoed in my ears. "You think you can walk away from me? From us? You think you can just erase everything we've been through? No, Amethyst, you're not done until I say you are."I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. "I don't owe you anything anymore, Nicolai. You had your chance, and you lost me. This is over."There was a long silence on the other end of the line, and for a moment, I thought the call had ended. But then Nicolai's voice returned, low and dangerous."You don't get to decide that, Amethyst. You're mine. And I'll remind you just how much you're mine."The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end. I could feel the tension in the air, thick and suffocating, as though he was already close, watching, waiting. I wasn’t sure if it was just my imagination, but I could have sworn I heard the faintest rustle on the other side of the phone, like the sound of a door opening.Before I could respond, the call a