Semua Bab EX-HUSBAND’S LAST CHANCE AT LOVE: Bab 111 - Bab 120

ISABELLA’S POVI knew asking Kelvin to stay was a tricky move, but it was for the best. My heart was too soft to turn him down, not after knowing his story. I would be like the monsters he feared if I did. Besides, he was there for me on days when no one was willing to show up. Just like Mireille, he was my best friend now, a part of my family, too.But boy, oh boy.Alaric’s face was scrunched in a frown as he sat opposite me, his spoon clinking against the plate. He was barely eating anything, just staring at the food.I knew I shouldn't notice. Nor care because it was seemingly for the best. We needed to keep our sexual urges out of our field of decision-making. I needed to be sure that forgiving and letting him back in was right. The best thing to do. If his mother meant every word or this was just an attempt to get me back in, only to torment me some more. I needed to be sure if what I felt for him was sex-related or if our love was more profound than that.With Kelvin around, no

ALARIC’S POVI stepped out to see the staff gathered while she cried, explaining what never really happened. They didn’t have the guts to look me in the eyes, but I could tell they had a whole lot to say. The glances they exchanged, the judging side eyes, or was it the way they clutched their clothes, too? As though they expected me to launch forward and reap it off like the monster she claimed I was. I wouldn't blame them. I have heard worse growing up.“He needs to pay for this.” She screamed, clutching onto her dress. “I’m a woman of dignity and…” She faked a sob again.I let out a dry laugh. “Are you sure I molested you, Miss Jessica?” She glared at me, her lips slightly curling up before turning away.“See. He thinks he can get away because he is the boss. This could be you, or you, or you.” She continued, pointing at every female staff member, and I watched them step back, fear written all over their faces.“Fine. Let us check the cameras then,” I announced, but she didn't fli

THIRD PERSON’S POV“What do you mean you failed?” Chris yelled, his grip tightening around Jessica’s neck just hard enough to make her gasp. “I put you there for a reason. Just a simple task.” His blood was boiling.They were standing in one of the new apartments he had bought for himself. He had always had life given to him easily, and he wasn't about to lose that privilege.When he found out his stepbrother was building his own company, he vowed to bring him down. “I’m sorry.” She coughed out, tears rolling down her cheeks. “I tried to….” She clawed at his hand. “I paid you to try harder!” He cut in, shoving her backward with enough force that her back hit the wall, sending pain shooting through her. “You call that crying? I had to bail your ass out.”She sank to her knees, coughing as she rubbed her neck, still sobbing. “He didn’t take the fall. He thinks he has someone he loves.”“Of course, he used to be married. You fool. You couldn't do your research.” Chris snapped. “I thoug

THIRD PERSON’S POVDerek gritted his teeth as he sat in the back of the police van, boredom seeping past his bones. Even though his hands were cuffed, nothing seemed to excite him. He knew it would only be a matter of time before he would be rescued. The boss he worked for would never let him go to jail. Never. Because it could cost them everything if he spoke.Mireille…That was her name. He could remember. He could almost taste her on his tongue. Hear her. Her piercing moans every time he ate her out and the way she would look at him with love. Only he had approached her because she was new in town. Bubbly and fit his boring lifestyle. Everything had always bored him right from when he was a child. He had once burnt his sister’s hand in the fire just because he desperately yearned for something to laugh about. But no, that didn't work for him.Until he pushed her down the stairs, her tiny five-year-old body rolled down the stairs, with her head splitting in the end. That was what i

ISABELLA’S POVI could see his jaw clench and unclench from time to time while his palm held mine. His eyes were on the road even though he wasn't the one driving, and his feet were tapping against the floorboard. His shoulders looked tensed, and I could tell that he was doing everything to stay in control.I reached out my free hand and raked the back of his hair, causing him to look at me, his eyes void and empty slowly. The liveliness it used to hold was gone.“She isn't going to die, babe,” I muttered, even though I knew that was a lie.Back when Bianca had told me about her illness, my heart was torn between whether she deserved it or not. She had been so cruel to me, despised and judged everything I did, and now that I thought of it, would she have ever accepted me if she wasn't dying?I pushed the thoughts away and focused back on the torn man before me. She was all Alaric had—the only family that loved him—and for that, I wished she would live forever so I could always see him