Todos os capítulos de EX-HUSBAND’S LAST CHANCE AT LOVE: Capítulo 121 - Capítulo 130

THIRD PERSON’S POVThe park was alive with different colors and people. There were children moving between booths with sweets stuck to their fingers, couples walking around, holding hands, and smiling hard while the sound of music consumed the air.Alaric walked in front of them, a few inches away, as his eyes darted around in search of where to get tickets. He had never been to the park as a child, and seeing the other kids, he couldn’t help but be a bit envious of what they had. A stable family. Isabella walked beside Bianca slowly, but she didn't make it obvious.“Rollercoaster first!” Bianca announced, her eyes glued on the giant steel in the distance while excitement coursed through her voice. She had ridden those growing up with her brother, and it had been so much fun. Too bad they haven't communicated in years; by years, she meant ever since he found out she messed with the wolves and would marry them. They had seized the small company her father owned, after all, rendering

CHRIS’S POVThat bitch ruined everything for me. That fucking wench. I grunted as I pushed the door open. Jessica stirred in her sleep and slowly drifted her eyes apart.“You are back.” She let out, sitting up. She hadn't seen me in days, and she knew better than to call me. My phone was off-limits to my hoes. Nothing but bodies kept me warm. After all, they were with me for my money.Other females would have been annoyed that I didn't let them off the property, but not her. In fact, she was more than pleased that accommodation was off her list, her words, not mine. But it was only a matter of time before I replaced her with someone else or found another use for her.I didn’t answer as I slid off my shirt and then my pants. “Take off that ugly shirt.” I snapped and watched her expression fall before her trembling fingers pulled the white shirt off. Her boobs sprung open. She had only a thong on—a blue one.“Leave that on,” I ordered the moment her fingers trailed lower. “Ass up.”

VALERIA’S POVBy the time Chris’s eyelids fluttered open, I was already staring at him like I had been for the past ten minutes. His facial features weren't bad, which meant our child would look good. Yes, I could do better than him, given my beautiful face and banging body. But whenever I saw Chris, I didn't see his body, only his pocket. The amount of money I could get from him, I wouldn't have to work till I die.I watched him jerk upright, clutching the sheet with his eyes widened.“Fuck, what are you staring at me for?” His tone was a bit harsh.But I flashed him a smile instead, “And good morning to you as well. First, you need a bath, and then we can talk.” He arched his brows. “Who do you think you are telling me what to do in my own goddamn house?” “The mother of your child. Now go clean up so you can stop smelling like dog poo.” I mocked and immediately held my nose while rolling my eyes.His chin tightened, and I could tell before he let out an inaudible curse and stepped

THIRD PERSON POVToday was Bianca’s birthday, and as she turned on the bed, her mind was already made up. She wasn't going to celebrate it. It might be her last one, and it would be better if she didn’t remind them of the doom that loomed over their heads like a rain threatening to pour.A soft knock resounded from the door, and after her low ‘come in’, the door was pushed open to reveal Isabella. She was dressed in a brown tee shirt and blue jeans. “Good morning, Mom. Are you busy? I was hoping you could follow me to get a couple of things done. I have an important meeting in a couple of hours, and I look like a wreck, " she confessed.“I can see that.” Bianca joked. She had no makeup or nails done, and even her hair looked like it was barely combed. “Alright. Give me some minutes to get dressed.” Isabella nodded, sending her a smile, and then closed the door. Even though Bianca felt a little tired, she would never turn down the chance to get to know the mother of her future grandk

THIRD PERSON’S POVThey were sitting around the table, Bianca beside John while Alaric and Isabella settled opposite them. In the center of the table lay a roasted chicken with buttery shrimp and soft mashed potatoes. The mini burgers that Bianca had craved for a long time were there, too, stacked with lots of fried onions and cheese. The birthday cake was doused in strawberries, and cupcakes, both chocolate and lemon, were all around it. Drinks were not let out, either.Bianca’s eyes dazzled with joy. “How did you know I liked all these?” She asked, raising her head to look their way. Alaric turned to Isabella, then back to his mother. “Let’s just say instinct.” But that wasn't entirely true. They had gotten it off the list, and Alaric had spent a lot to have it delivered fast. The cake he had ordered was another one entirely until he saw the list and knew it was nothing close to what he liked. This cake belonged to another client, and after carefully explaining its importance and