EX-HUSBAND’S LAST CHANCE AT LOVE のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 171 - チャプター 180

THIRD PERSON’S POVChris’s wedding had been postponed because his Father couldn’t hold back his rage at something after Bianca left. A part of him was glad that was happening because it meant he had more time to spend with his whores before he had to lie his way through some vows.But regardless, here he was in a mall with Valeria because she insisted on getting baby clothes for a bump that was barely showing. He couldn't wait to get rid of her after her birth.He let out a yawn as he settled into the dark blue couch in the waiting area, whilst she moved off to the baby section. He wasn't about to bore himself some more. Leaning forward, he picked up a magazine and flipped through it, but it didn't excite him.“What do you mean my card declined?” A soft, feminine voice drifted towards his ears, causing his heart to plummet.Not out of fear but admiration.He raised his eyes to see her, a tall, slim woman with the correct curve, her wavy, ginger colored hair dropping over her shoulder

THIRD PERSON’S POVThere was only a colored light inside the room. The walls were in black colors. A speaker was in a corner of the room, there was a pole dug in the middle of the room, a piece of black couch opposite that, and a broad glass table. “Would you like anything to drink?” He asked and watched her drag her eyes to look at him as she settled on the sofa.“Of course or did you bring me here to maltreat me?” She pulled her trick again and heard him laugh.He picked up his phone, whispered somethings and soon the door opened with a waiter coming in to drop a bottle of alcohol and two glasses.The second Olivia’s eyes rested on the bottle, a soft gasp slipped through.Macallan 1926???That was over a million dollars. She knew her wines because she made researches every now and then to keep up with her fake identity.“Oh, Macallan! I like it.” She let out and watched him smile.“You know about drinks. Beautiful.” Her eyes followed the waiter’s movement as he poured it into thei

THIRD PERSON’S POVBy the time Mr Wolfe would pull his eyes apart, something was strapped to his arm and he was lying on the hospital bed. Mirabella cupped his face.“Oh, sweetheart!” She let out, and he fluttered his eyelashes about to say something when he noticed it was hard.He tried harder and harder and he could only make a grunt. Not just that, his body felt as heavy as stone. His body wasn't responding. There was no tingling sensation, no discomfort, just pure stillness. Pain grew inside him. The air in his lungs felt trapped the more he tried. His mind swirled with confusion and dread. He glared his eyes at Mirabella expecting an explanation and as though reading her husband’s mind.Husband? He never wanted to marry her. Kept her as a stand-in and humiliated her for years with the tag of a mistress. He had lied to her for years, claiming that he was the one he truly loved when he had stayed hung up on Bianca. She had so many questions to ask him and an example was why he le

THIRD PERSON’S POVWhen she was done cooking, every bone in her body was screaming for help of any sort. She dished the food on the dining table and proceeded to sit. The lady was sitting beside Chris, so close that it made Valeria’s blood boil.“What are you doing?” Mirabella demanded.“I want to sit.” She responded weakly.And Mirabella mimicked her.“Dummy. You want my husband to starve. Now go take care of him.” She ordered.Valeria’s eyes stung from the stress. Her temperature was running up and she sniffed back a catarh then nodded.“Fine.” She pushed the seat back in and started to make her way away from them.“She disgusts me, Mom. Arghh. So much.” It was Chris’s voice.“Me too, son, but we need a maid around here. One that we don’t have to pay.” She said and they burst into a laugh. Valeria sighed. Everything in her starting to regret forcing herself on him and scheming this baby. She cleaned Mr Wolfe’s back as she couldn't turn him and left him dressed in his previous clo

THIRD PERSON’S POVAs they drifted away from the crowd, silence hung in the air like a cloak. The lawyers had followed them now because the teenage girl had demanded that.Their hearts were pounding as they wondered what it was that she had to say. The girl bit on her lower lips as she fiddled with her gown. “I need to talk to you. It is important.” She started then paused. Her heart was hammering against her chest our of fear of what they would do to her.“Go on.” The lawyer said, motioning her to speak on while Alaric and Isabella sent themselves questioning glances as silence settled in the air so more. “He isn't dead.” She informed in a low voice, her eyes on her feet. She was scared, every brain cell in her head was telling her not to do this. “My father. He is alive.” She repeated to ensure that they had heard her.Alaric’s mouth fell open, and Isabella blinked in shock. The world seemed to slow down at that moment. Their stomach twisted in confusion.“Are you sure of what yo