Todos os capítulos de EX-HUSBAND’S LAST CHANCE AT LOVE: Capítulo 151 - Capítulo 160

THIRD PERSON’S POVAuthor’s note: I’m sorry I made a mistake with the last chapter. The first stripper to walk out was the red-haired female, and the previous was the blonde female. Thank you for understanding.****The moment the sun broke through the sky, they were already in the car, heading towards the house of the red-haired female they had found out to be Liora Clinton. Kelvin had details of where she lived and worked, and in minutes, the car rolled up in front of her small apartment.Isabella was still thinking of what to do next when the door opened and she stepped out, clutching tightly onto the hand of a young boy. He wore a white sweatshirt, his red collar shirt peaking out, and black jeans with white sneakers on. He had a backpack on. She was dressed in nothing like yesterday. She wore a long-sleeved black gown that stopped above her knees with a button in front of it. “She has a child?” Isabella asked.“Hmmm hmmm.” Kelvin responded, “Follow her.” He ordered the driver th

THIRD PERSON POVKelvin had booked the tickets, and in a few hours, they were landing in Alabama. Isabella’s heart was beating so fast all through, but she managed to steady herself.The taxi ride from the airport to the courthouse felt like forever, and with every second that ticked, it made her feel like time was running out on their side. She couldn't help but squeeze Kelvin’s hand from time to time, and although pain shot through him, he was more than glad to help. Finally, the courthouse loomed before them like impending danger as the cab came to a stop. “Are you okay?” Kelvin asked her as he paid the driver, and Isabella nodded.He nodded, and soon, they were heading inside the tall, imposing building. Isabella’s breath hitched as she caught sight of Alaric standing near the lawyers’ table. His underbags were visible now, and he had grown a beard within these past days. He seemed like he had aged a bit, yet she noticed his eyes softened when he saw her.Alaric felt a breath of

ISABELLA’S POV“Hey!” I said as I sat beside her.I watched her raise her head to look at me, her Auburn hair falling down her shoulder as she moved. Her once hazel brown eyes, which I believed to be pretty, were now dark and soulless. Her lips were chapped and cracking. But then she looked away, uncomfortable with how I looked at her.“I’m sorry for your loss.” I continued. “If you ever want to talk about it.” Seconds ticked, and she still said nothing. A part of me was starting to believe this was pointless.“I get that you hate him. I mean the one you think killed your father, but I assure you, he is innocent. He will never hurt a fly. I know because I know him.” I let out regardless, my heart squeezing in pain.“So…are you both like siblings?” I heard her small voice say in a low tone.Finally, a crack.“No. We are married. Were. It’s complicated.” I let out a dry short laugh as I realised that, and Alaric I technically had no single-out relationship.Are we exes? Divorced? To be

THIRD PERSON POVAlaric could barely sleep a wink all night. The pain coursing through him was worse than he had imagined. But that didn't mean that he regretted getting them; he did. Instead, he was happy he had been able to show Isabella just how much she meant to him. Last night, it had taken all his might not to pull her close, kiss her senseless and fuck her till her legs give out. He didnt care enough to follow the tattoo artist’s instructions, but Isabella insisted they remain careful.He tilted his head to the left side to take a long look at her. She was sleeping peacefully, her face without worry. This was the Isabella he wanted to see.His heart fluttered.Letting out a soft yawn, she pulled her eyes open to see his face and red eyes, and fear gripped her.“Your eyes…they are…Did you stay up all night?” She asked, now sitting up and placing the back of her palm on his forehead.He wasn't running a temperature. She thought.Alaric’s lips formed into a thin smile as he watc

ALERON’S POV(PREVIOUSLY KNOWN AS ALARIC)AGE SEVENIt was a Saturday morning, and the sun shone through the open window, bouncing off my twin’s smooth skin and blond hair. He was well dressed in clean cream colored trousers and a new brown shirt. This was the third time Mother had gotten him clothes this week, whilst I was passing down his old clothes. The ones Mom believed didnt fit his standard anymore, or the ones he intentionally snuck out to me. If we weren't a split image of one another, I would have wondered if she was my Mom, too.I felt deeply sad as I noticed him arranging the new collection of his toys, ranging from Superman, Spider-Man, Ben 10, and the rest. He even had a new toy car, while the only thing I cuddled was my blanket. Father barely even noticed us enough to care. He was always out six days a week, and whenever he came around, he would look himself up in the room, doing heaven knows what.The second, Alaric’s eyes drifted to my side, a smile parted his lips,