Todos los capítulos de CHASING HIS BARREN EX WIFE : Capítulo 101 - Capítulo 110

CHAPTER 098He’s Your FatherFreya’s POVBibi was sitting on the floor with her crayons when I closed the door behind us, like I was afraid even the walls might overhear.She was drawing a house. A crooked one. Too many windows. A sun that leaned to one side like it was tired of shining.I sat beside her slowly, folding my legs the way she liked, close enough that our knees touched.“Bibi,” I said gently.She hummed, still coloring. “Mm?”“There’s something I want to talk to you about.”She paused, then nodded. “Okay.”I took a breath.Not the kind you take before a speech.The kind you take before stepping into cold water.“You know how families can look different?” I began. “Some kids live with one parent. Some with two. Some with grandparents. Some with people who choose them.”She glanced at me, curious. “Like Reene's parents? She has two moms.”“Yes.” I smiled softly. “Exactly like that.”She went back to her drawing. That helped.“And you know how sometimes,” I continued careful

Chapter 101POV FREYAMy breath caught up in my chest but what I heard was not the click of his gun, it was something else... Something far more dangerous.As I turned to look back, Lucien was standing right by the door with his gun pointed at Kaiden's head.I exhaled, my heart finally steadying but not for long."And who are you? How did you get into my house?" Kaiden's voice was trembling now, but he still held me tightly, the barrel of his gun still poking my waist."Let her go first and I'll assume we have a conversation." Lucien's voice was exactly how I remembered it, cold, calculative and a strange calmness to it even in situations like this."You must think I'm dumb don't you how about you drop yours first." Kaiden spoke and at that moment, Lucien smiled, looked straight at me and then back at him."Fine, go ahead." The moment he said this, my heart caught again. He was seriously surrendering me."But just know that the moment you do that, a bullet is going through your skull.

Chapter 102RUSSIAThe cemetery smelled like wet earth and lilies.I stood a few steps back from the grave, Bibi’s hand tucked into mine, her fingers sticky from the snack she was quietly nibbling on.She leaned her weight into my leg, bored, curious, alive. She didn’t understand why everyone was dressed in black or why the woman ahead of us was screaming like the ground had stolen something from her.Kaiden’s mother knelt by the burial site, grief loud and uncontained, her cries tearing through the air as if volume alone could drag him back. People murmured around her, hands hovering, unsure whether to touch or step away.I watched. I didn’t cry. I felt empty, but not hollow. More like something had finally been set down after being carried too long.Bibi tugged my hand. “Mommy, can I have more?” she whispered, holding up the crumpled wrapper.“Yes,” I said softly. “Just a little.”She smiled and went back to her snack, swinging our joined hands slightly, completely untouched by deat

Russia swallowed us whole in white.The cold was sharp and alive, the kind that bit into my cheeks and turned every breath into a little cloud. Snow stretched endlessly in every direction, untouched and blinding, and somehow that made everything feel lighter. Like the past could not follow us this far north. Like grief needed a visa it hadn’t been granted.Bibi fell first.Flat on her back. Arms spread wide. Staring up at the sky like it had personally betrayed her.“I have been attacked,” she announced solemnly.Lucien skied past her without slowing down. “By gravity. Very Russian of it.”Eliza laughed so hard her skis wobbled dangerously beneath her. “Bibi, you must respect the ice. It respects no one.”I reached down and pulled Bibi up, brushing snow off her coat, smiling even as something tight curled in my chest. The laughter came easily here. Too easily. That scared me a little.Alan glided over, steady and irritatingly good at this. Of course he was.“You okay?” he asked.“I th

Chapter 106POV FREYABibi and I were curled up together later, wrapped in the quiet of the afternoon, the sun casting long, lazy shadows across the room. The world outside hummed softly—birds chattering, the distant sound of tires on the road, a dog barking somewhere—but in that moment, it felt as if it had all been muted. There was only us, her small body warm against mine, the soft weight of her head against my chest, and the gentle rhythm of her breathing that somehow soothed my own restless heart.Her tiny fingers traced lazy, looping patterns on my arm, pressing just enough to leave faint impressions in my skin, humming softly to herself, a song I didn’t recognize. It was a comforting little hum, a song that seemed made of safety and light, and I felt my chest unclench a little just listening to it.“Mama,” she said suddenly, her voice hesitant yet unwavering, cutting through the calm.My heart stuttered in response, as it often did when she spoke in a tone I wasn’t expecting. “