บททั้งหมดของ Escaping my heartless billionaire husband : บทที่ 121 - บทที่ 130

(Karis's pov) Nothing was more refreshing than getting on Xander's nerves in this toxic relationship. It was hard to understand his intentions. He acted like he didn't want me to go but, at the same time, would never admit if he loved me or not. What I craved for the most was affection. Skyler's car pulled over at our location. It was a famous lake-side restaurant you had to make reservations at least a month earlier. It made me wonder how long Skyler planned this. "How were you able to get reservations here? I remember when I was little, my mom loved eating here a lot with me, and the reservations were always made a month prior." I mentioned as we got down from the car. The restaurant was very busy. Since it was in a remote location close to the outskirts of town, the air here was more refreshing. That was what made it more popular. Skyler reached out his hands for me, which I hesitantly accepted, telling myself it was okay to casually hold hands with him and that we were f

(Karis's pov) Skyler spoke in riddles mixing jokes and truth. Xander was not obsessed with me in the least way. He was just fucking possessive for no reason. "I doubt Xander loves me. Our marriage isn't based on love but on our parent's fantasy of wanting their children together. It was my mother's wish that her best friend Camila did everything to fulfill after her death." I spoke my mind. What the hell does Xander see? I was not special. "You can keep on telling yourself that but I know what I see. Xander might not love you, but his obsession is obvious; why do you think he wants to keep you to himself or wants to kill any man you smile at? Your smile is rare and he wants it all for himself." I was thrown into my thoughts. Was that why Xander was against the divorce because he was obsessed with me? "If you love me or have a genuine interest, why are you telling me about another man's interest? Who is your rival? You are a strange guy." I shook my head, unabl

(Xander's POV) My footsteps felt heavy as I walked back to my study from the attic of our 2 story-building mansion. There was this pain I felt in my chest like my wife was cheating on me, even though I knew that was not Karis's nature. Knowing she was God knows where with Skyler left a bitter taste in my mouth and a strong feeling of fury burning inside me. Since my schedule was already cleared for the day, there was no need to head back to the office; the door to my study creaked open. I strode inside, pulling off my jacket, which I tossed on the lounge chairs before making my way to the minibar to pour myself a glass of drink, preferably scotch. I clung down the alcohol, which burned down my throat like the anger burning in me, but it didn't seeth me. My hands grabbed the remaining drink in the bottle and the glass as I walked towards my workstation desk. After settling down behind the desk, I switched on my system with my fingers rapidly tapping the key

(Xander's pov) The loud baring music played in the background, the air was filled with the stench of alcohol and cigarettes but that was expected since this is a fucking club. Proxima Centauri, this was the biggest night club in town and it was owned by Ivan. On the surface it was a regular club but in reality was the base of underground deep Mafia activities but that is a story for another night. Tonight it was just a regular club. My so-called friends were seated in the VIP area in the gallery that oversaw the regular floor. Without a doubt our table gathered a lot of attention, our faces were not popular but it was unforgettable. Especially Ivan flashing a flirty grin at the girls at first glance it was obvious he was the Playboy here and definitely a bad influence on Benji the youngest one. Benji was a cheerful guy but not necessarily a Playboy but it didn't mean he was not a flirt. This was meant to be a fun night but it was far from that for me. I just could

(Karis's pov) That night, I could barely have a second of sleep; Xander didn't return all night. My eyes were dark, and my head was slightly aching. I didn't understand why I felt so disturbed like something bad happened. My eyes glanced at the space beside me that was completely cold to my touch, reminding me of the reality he didn't come last night. A long sigh left my lips as I rolled off the bed. My head was spinning like mad. Knock, knock. My head started ringing when I heard the loud knocking sound from the door. "Who is it?" I groaned, dragging my legs to the door. It was like I was having a hangover when I didn't even have a tiny bit of alcohol. "Sorry for waking you up but there is something that demands your urgent attention." I heard Deborah's voice strained voice from outside the door. My brows furrowed with deep frown lines. "What is it exactly?" I asked her as the door creaked open. My eyes fell on Deborah; she had panic evidence in her eyes,