Semua Bab Till Betrayal Do Us Part: Ex-Husband, Ex-Heartbreak: Bab 101 - Bab 110

Estella POVI laughed out loud, the kind of laugh that wasn’t born out of humor but pure disbelief. “You’ve really outdone yourself this time,” I said, shaking my head. “You’ve gone from desperate to downright delusional and absolutely nuts.”“Oh, I’m sorry. What exactly is so funny about me being pregnant, Estella?”“You,” I said, biting down another laugh. “Do you honestly think I’m stupid enough to fall for this? Then you’re dumber than I ever thought, Camila.” My voice was calm, but the fury simmering underneath was unmistakable. “Newsflash, sweetheart: You can’t get pregnant overnight. Biology 101. Let me spell it out for you—pregnancy takes time. Two weeks minimum.” I raised two fingers for emphasis, staring her dead in the eye. “So read my lips: Stop this nonsense and go home before I blast your pathetic little act wide open.”Camila didn’t back down. If anything, her smirk widened, her painted lips curling in amusement. “Oh, Estella. You really think I’m lying, don’t you?” S

Estella POVI stopped at a 24/7 store next which was quiet except for the shuffle of a lone employee restocking shelves. I wandered through the aisles, scanning shelves that gleamed under harsh fluorescent lighting. My fingers hovered over a stack of plain T-shirts before settling on a soft gray one. I threw it into my basket alongside the essentials I’d already grabbed—a travel toothbrush, a comb, a pack of face wipes, and a plain set of pajamas. My fingers hesitated over a simple black dress. It wasn’t like I had anywhere to wear it. But then again, who cares so I tossed it into my basket too, along with a pair of flats.The cashier smiled politely as I slid Clara’s credit card across the counter, her nails clicking against the keyboard as she rang up my items. She didn’t say much, but the look she gave me—it was faintly curious, like she was trying to place me. Did I seem familiar to her too? Or was I just paranoid after the receptionist?I stuffed the receipt into the bag and hea

Estella POV The trail was well-maintained, but the snow made it slippery. I was grateful for the hiking boots he’d provided as they gripped the ground securely. I trudged behind him, muttering curses under my breath. “Keep up, Estella,” he called over his shoulder, clearly amused. “Keep up?” I shot back. “I didn’t sign up for this.” “Be careful you can easily get lost. It is slippery and wet from the snow so it is dangerous.” By the time we reached the top of the trail, I was out of breath, my cheeks red from the cold. But when I saw the view, my complaints died in my throat. My legs were screaming, but the view at the top was worth it. The city lay below us. The mountains stretched out in every direction, their peaks dusted with snow that sparkled in the sun. It was breathtaking. “You can stop pretending not to be impressed,” Elliot said beside me, his tone teasing. “Okay,” I admitted, “this is… impressive.” Elliot smiled, his gaze fixed on the view. “I thought you’

Estella POVThe snap of another branch startled me, and I spun around, heart hammering against my ribs. My breath hitched in the back of my throat, the sound bouncing off the trees around me.I squinted into the growing darkness, my eyes straining to find the source of the noise. The dark shadow darted past, and I let out a startled scream before realizing it was just a squirrel. A squirrel.My knees buckled, and I pressed a hand to my chest, willing my heartbeat to slow. “Get a grip,” I muttered shakily. My voice sounded hollow, barely audible against the howling wind.I pulled my jacket tighter, but it didn’t help. I was still very cold.Okay, think. What do I do now?“What do I do now?” I whispered again, my voice breaking.I looked around, trying to make sense of my surroundings. It was useless. Every direction looked the same—dense trees and snow-covered ground.Maybe the mine workers would be leaving soon. Maybe I’d hear their trucks. Or maybe Elliot would realize I hadn’t made

Alejandro POV I knew where she was the moment she left. Even before before her text lit up my phone—I need space—. I had been tracking her since she walked out of the house. Not because I didn’t trust her—I did. I just didn’t trust the world to keep her safe. After everything that had happened—being taken, attacked, and nearly killed—I’d taken precautions. The app I had made was custom-built, encrypted, and capable of tracking her phone even if it was off. I had this app made exclusively for us. As long as the device had been used in the last 24 hours and wasn’t wiped, it could be tracked. But I had never needed to check it ever since it was made. Not once. Until now The glowing blue dot on my screen, taking me through her day. She stopped at the lake first—her mother’s resting place. Then to Estrella Designs, likely trying to lose herself in work. And now, it stopped at the Halcyon Hotel. The Halcyon. My jaw tightened as I stared at her location. She wanted space, I und