บททั้งหมดของ ENTANGLED WITH MY CONTRACTED HUSBAND : บทที่ 121 - บทที่ 130

Her intellect was a tornado of emotions—anger, fear, perplexity, and a profound, chewing pity that she couldn’t appear to shake. She needed to accept haven, needed to believe him like she continuously had. But something was distinctive this time. There was a separation between them, a sense that he was holding something back, and it panicked her. As she stood there, misplaced in her considerations, she listened to the swoon sound of his voice on the ground floor, and she knew he was on the phone. Portion of her needed to walk down there and request answers, to force him to tell her everything he was stowing away. But another portion of her was as well depleted to battle any longer. She just needed this bad dream to be over. But how might it be, when she didn’t indeed know what the bad dream was? Alexis squeezed a hand to her chest, feeling the quick crash of her heart beneath her palm. She took a deep breath, trying to consistent herself, but the unease waited, a dim cloud that refuse

And she hated it. Abhorred that he had moved on, that he had found somebody else. Abhorred that she now did not have a hold on him. As she wiped her tears absent, Vanessa promised to herself that she would find a way to make him pay for dismissing her. She wasn’t done with him however. Not by a long shot. But deep down, a part of her knew that she had lost him. Which hurt more than she would ever admit.Haven could barely contain his fervour as he drove the new car off the dealership parcel. The sun glimmered off the smooth dark paint of the luxurious car, and the engine murmured with a smoothness that came from top-tier craftsmanship. He could as of now see the look on his wife’s face when he pulled into the garage. Alexis had continuously specified how much she loved this specific show, how she appreciated the way it mixed style with control. Haven had worked additional time for months to astonish her with it. He knew she deserved it. She worked hard, a bit like him, and if there wa

Alexis was in the centre of folding the final stack of clothing when her phone buzzed on the countertop. She’d had a long day, filled with errands, chores. It was about 11 p.m. She rubbed her chin, feeling the fatigue throb that continuously appeared to crawl up when she was overtired. But the sight of her phone vibrating once more drew her thoughts back to it. She picked up the phone, anticipating it to be one of her friends, likely Trina or Melissa, sending late-night messages about something unimportant. The screen showed an obscure number. A cold shudder ran down her spine, but she dismissed it, considering it could be a robocall. Still, something made her falter. After a minute, she swiped to reply to the call and lifted the phone to her ear. “Hello?”There was a delay, and for a minute, she thought the call might have been a mistake. But at that point, she listened to it, a swoon, nearly subtle breath on the other end of the line. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up. Sh

Alexis had continuously been a solid lady, one who didn’t effectively frighten. But this… this was different. It wasn’t just the quiet; it was the feeling that came with it, like somebody was observing her, like she was being chased. She shook her head, trying to expel the thought. She needed to tell Haven. He would know what to do. He always knew what to do. Haven was in the living room, his feet propped up on the coffee table, observing a late-night ball amusement. The soft flash of the tv cast shadows over his face, but he took note of Alexis the minute she entered the room. "Hello angel, you okay?" he inquired, his eyes narrowing with concern as he noticed her pale face and wide eyes. He quieted the TV and turned his full attention to her. Alexis gulped hard, trying to find her voice. “Haven… something bizarre just happened.” He quickly stood up, his huge outline towering over her as he took her hands in his. “What happened, Lex? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” “I… I got

Vanessa’s loft was as if it were a ten-minute drive, but it felt like an endlessness as Haven's mind ran through the conceivable outcomes. When he at long last pulled into the park, his heart crashed in his chest. He found her front door somewhat unlatched. "Vanessa?" Haven pushed it open cautiously. Inside, he found her on the floor at the foot of the stairs, jumping in torment as she clutched her lower leg. The scene was chaotic, a chair upside down, her purse spilled over the floor, and one of her shoes lying midway down the stairs. Vanessa’s face was pale, her breathing shallow. "Jesus, Vanessa," Haven murmured, hurrying to her side. "What the hell happened?" She looked up at him with wide, tear-streaked eyes. "Alexis," she whispered. Haven solidified. "What? What around Alexis?" "She was here," Vanessa said, her voice trembling. "She pushed me." Haven gazed at her in incredulity. "Alexis wouldn't, she wouldn’t do that!"Vanessa’s eyes are somewhat limited. "She did, Haven.