Lahat ng Kabanata ng Let Me Go, Ex Husband!: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

Iris’ Pov I stood on our room’s balcony, inhaling and exhaling, as I soaked in the evening breeze. Outside, a few stars were visible, twinkling softly. Orchard had excused himself to make a call in his study, and as much as I respected his privacy, I couldn’t help the worry that gnawed at me. He had been tensed since we arrived home, which was a few hours ago. He was silent even at the dinner table, and barely said a word to me when we came back our room. I may not know him too well, but I knew something was troubling him, and it bothered me that he wouldn’t share it with me.I sat in silence, listening to the distant murmur of his footsteps as he headed down the hallway. After a few minutes, I couldn’t resist. I was curious to know what was going on. I got of bed as quietly as I could, I tiptoed down the hall to his study. I knew it was wrong to eavesdrop, but I couldn’t stand the thought of him bearing a burden alone.When I reached his study, I saw that the door was left slight

Orchard…The drive to the restaurant was quiet, a tense silence settling between Iris and me. I kept my eyes on the road, watching the streetlights slide past in a blur of light and shadow. Iris fixed her gaze outside the window, neither of us said a word, but the unspoken tension filled the car, like a storm gathering in the distance.When we arrived at the restaurant, I spotted Dave, Tiffany, and her mother already seated by the large windows, their silhouettes framed by the glow of the chandeliers above. I turned to Iris as I unbuckled my seatbelt. “Will you be okay here on your own for a bit?”“I’ll be fine,” she replied, offering me a small smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes.I gave a nod, reaching out to squeeze her hand briefly before getting out of the car. I knew she could handle herself, but I still felt reluctant to leave her alone in this tense atmosphere. As I made my way inside, I caught sight of my uncle, sitting at the far end of a private room, his eyes immediat

OrchardFlashing lights may cause epileptic seizures, and "all that jazz" could best describe the exact thing I was currently facing. Flashing lights, over and over again from nearly a hundred cameras in front of me in one of the conference rooms of my hotel, nearly blinded me. I shut my eyes briefly, turning my head and finding Iris not so far off to the side. Her eyes were on me, brimming with support of some sort. If only she could come closer, I thought to myself as I shot her a small smile."Remember," I felt a hand on my shoulder and my uncle’s voice in my ear."Offer an apology, tell them...""I know what to say. I'm not a kid, you know." I shrugged his hand off my shoulder and turned once more to the flashing lights. I snapped my fingers in front of the nearest microphone, causing the flashes to momentarily stop."My name is Orchard Hector." I cast my eyes briefly towards the crowd of vigorously typing reporters. "A few things have come to light recently," I said. "A few vid

Orchard’s PovOh, great, I thought to myself. She was angry. Everyone was angry. I never used to have issues with my temper. Or maybe I did, but only after she showed up. When I realized Dad couldn’t keep his thing in his pants.“Oh, it’s not that simple,” Mom had explained over and over again.“Explain it to me,” I’d said.“You’re too young for that. If you find out the truth… well, even if you eventually understand, what are you going to do with that?” Mom puffed out a plume of smoke in my face, the stench of tobacco filling the air. Her voice had gone hard and hoarse—a far cry from how she used to sound when she was much younger, the mom I remembered. Mom was different, and even when I was barely 17, I could already see the distance between her and Dad, and I despised it more than ever.“Then tell me what’s wrong,” I said. “Tell me how I can make things better. Is it my fault?”Mom puffed out another plume of smoke. “So what if it is? What are you going to do about it? Run away? Y

Tiffany I made sure the black scarf covered most of my face, and if that was not enough, the massive Dolce & Gabbana sunglasses on my nose ought to do something. And if that was not enough, then the huge hat on my head ought to do something. And if, of course, that was not enough, then the face mask that covered half of my face ought to keep me as incognito as possible. Unfortunately, the police officer in charge of visitations was not having it."I'm going to need your face if I'm going to identify you."I pulled off my hat, kept the scarf, and pulled down the face mask before smiling brightly at her in a way that was much similar to the passport photo I took for my driver's license. "You're good," the police officer said, clearing me for the visit. She picked up one of those old landline phones, pressed a few numbers, and waited for a moment, tapping her terrible nails on the table.It was bad, I thought to myself. A part of me genuinely wanted to help her with a manicure, but peop