Lahat ng Kabanata ng ENTANGLED WITH MY CONTRACTED HUSBAND : Kabanata 211 - Kabanata 220

Just at that point, her phone buzzed. It was Fiona. Fiona: Hello, I know things are intense right now. But I just need you to know, whatever you choose, I’ve got your back. A tear slipped down Alexis’s cheek as she looked at the message. For the first time in a long while, she felt a glint of trust. Possibly, just perhaps, she wasn’t as alone as Matthew made her to believe. She wiped her tears and wrote back. Alexis: Can I come over?Fiona's answer was almost immediately. Fiona: Yes. You don’t have to do this alone.Alexis breathed out, her heart lighter than it had been in months. She stood, got her coat, and headed toward the door. Matthew showed up within the corridor, observing her. "Leaving?" "Yes," Alexis said, looking at his face without recoiling. He smiled. "You’ll be back." But Alexis didn’t reply. She opened the door and ventured into the cool night air, breathing profoundly for the first time in what felt like until the end of time. Perhaps the road ahead wouldn’t be

As she began her presentation, her voice was clear and articulate, drawing everyone’s attention. She spoke passionately about her topic, sustainable living, and shared innovative ideas that showcased her deep understanding and commitment to the cause. Haven couldn't help but admire how she commanded the room, weaving in personal anecdotes that made her points resonate with the audience.He could see some of her mates whispering and nodding along, clearly engaged by her enthusiasm. Each slide she presented was met with nods of approval, and Haven's heart swelled with pride. He knew how hard she would’ve worked to overcome her nerves and how much this moment meant to her.As she wrapped up her presentation with a powerful call to action, the audience erupted into applause. Haven joined in, clapping enthusiastically, his smile wide. He caught her eye as she stepped down from the stage, and they exchanged a look of triumph. In that moment, he knew that Alexis had not only impressed everyo

Haven sat on the worn leather couch in his loft, tapping his fingers on the armrest. The swoon scent of pine cleaner waited from his half-hearted endeavor at cleaning up. His heart beat. Alexis had agreed to meet him, and for the first time since the divorce papers were finalized, they were getting to talk. True talk. No lawyers, no intervention, no e-mail strings filled with passive-aggressive comments. Just the two of them. When the knock came, he solidified. He told himself to remain calm, but his hands were as of now shaky. He opened the door to discover Alexis standing there, wearing a cream-colored trench coat, her dull hair pulled into a tight bun. She looked as excellent as ever, but there was a pressure in her posture, arms crossed, eyes watched. "Hello," she said, her voice small as well indeed. "Hello," he reacted, venturing aside to let her in. "You look... great." "Thank you." She looked around, taking in the familiar environment. "Place still looks the same." "No dou

The lights shone overhead, moving off the gem chandeliers that lined the ceilings of the amazing dance floor. The city’s top had gathered at the summer time charity celebration, dressed in their best clothing, their giggling and discussing an ensemble of riches and class. The wine streamed openly, and the weather was merry, with the promise of a pleasant night ahead. Alexis stood by the long buffet table, adjusting the strap of her champagne-colored dress. The outfit clung to her figure elegantly, and her dark twists fell unreservedly over her shoulders. As she picked up a glass of shimmering wine, she looked over the room, checking the faces of the visitors. Her friends were someplace close to the dance floor, but she needed a minute to herself. It had been a tornado of some months since she began dating Matthew, and today evening time was another step toward presenting herself to the social circles that mattered to him. “Where have you been?” The recognizable voice behind her was

The party continued, but the air had moved, leaving behind a sense of unease and unfinished business. Outside, Alexis took a deep breath, the cool night air relieving against her flushed skin. Jordan set a consoling hand on her bear. “You okay?” She gestured, in spite of the fact that her voice wavered slightly. “Yeah. I will be.” And for the first time in months, she felt free.Alexis found herself seated disconnected at the far corner of the coffee shop, her fingertips following complicated designs along the edge of her untouched cappuccino. The outside world, obvious through the window, was lively with a furious vitality that she had long since lost the capacity to gather. Her look was settled on the darkened sea, her thoughts once more spinning around Matthew. The move from the simple beginning to the more complicated stage of their relationship was progressive, associated with the whisper of a breeze that carried a fragrance both recognizable and strange. There were viewpoints