Todos os capítulos de EX-HUSBAND’S LAST CHANCE AT LOVE: Capítulo 201 - Capítulo 210

THIRD PERSON’S POVIsabella’s meeting was over, even though through most of it her thoughts kept drifting back to the hallucination from earlier. She had sent a message to her man about it, but he wasn't online, and she didn't deem it serious enough to reach out to Zuri. Her phone was in her brown bag behind her, her palms on her laps as she watched Rex walk out of the meeting room with Mr Levi and Mrs Calista—the well-known tycoons in the art industry. Meeting them was a massive privilege that Isabella’s old self would have never believed would happen to her. Nervousness struck a chord in her as she fiddled with her fingers. She had tendered her opinion on how the biggest Art Sales should be done, and now all that was left was to confirm if they loved it.What if they don’t?The voice in her head reminded her, making fear dig its claw in her bones, imprinting them for a while before she regained her positivity. Finally, after her heart beat a million times in a few minutes, the gl

A heat spread through me, the type that would cling to your skin like a tattoo. But deep down, I knew it wasn't Florida, it was her—my wife.In seconds, I was dashing out of the car and straight to the porch.I rattled the handle of Mireille’s house because my dear wife had managed to buy the house off. After all, I understood that she wanted to keep Mireille’s memories. But it was locked, and almost stiff. My heart picked up a beat as it dawned on me that she wasn't there. My wife.Something tightened in my chest. The last place would be her house.So why was I standing outside for minutes to find a short man beside a car? “Who are you and why are you standing outside my wife’s home?” I questioned and watched him straighten himself, his phone in his right hand. There was something about the way his eyes darted and the way he lowered his head.“I—” He looked away again. “I can't find Miss.”The second the words dropped from his lips, my legs lost balance by a few inches.“What d

THIRD PERSON’S POV“Son!” Mr Wolfe called out the second the call was picked, a tinge of excitement coursing through him.This was his first and only call for the month and it had taken a lot of convincing the staff that he just missed his family and wanted to hear their voices to get them to actually let him use the phone.Alaric froze, the phone still on his ear. It came as a surprise that his deadbeat father even had his number, or that he could ever call. He didn't even come for Bianca’s burial.Rage seethed within Alaric.“What do you want?” Mr Wolfe rubbed his forehead with his palm as he heard someone call his fake name from behind.“A few minutes left.” A worker of the house informed.He had no idea where to start the conversation. Would it be from an apology or from where he was abandoned by the same woman he left Alaric’s mother for?Instead, he said,“Can you come greet me?” Alaric released a small laugh consumed with disbelief.“You are dead to me. Don’t call this number

ISABELLA’S POVIn a moment, I was standing in front of the building awaiting Waled, the next thing was that a car parked beside me and I was knocked unconscious. I kept drifting in and out of consciousness during the drive to wherever this was. Until I woke up in this empty room, which sent a chill down my spine. The wall lacked color, just black, and it made me uncomfortable.There was nothing besides the small bed I had woken up on. My clothes were no longer on me; I was in a ragged black gown. The thought of them undressing sent my whole body into fear. What if they had done more?I pressed my thumb against my pussy, but I don’t feel pain. I sighed in relief.A scary-looking man had walked in the other day, saying something about my meeting with their boss, and how anything could cost him to put his screwdriver through my brain and pull everything out bit by bit. What I refused to understand was what he would want with me. He was perverted.The door flung open as though they could

THIRD PERSON POVThe hum of the air conditioner filled the room but it couldn't overshadow the sound of his heart beating as he stood by the window, staring at the house across the street. Almost a month had passed since Alaric last had a conversation with Isabella. She had moved permanently to Florida after the incident and now stayed in Mireille’s old house. The place he was now living across because somehow he would rather be near her than not be at all. He couldn't bring himself to stop caring about her. He had watched her for weeks, from his window, her routines and her movements in the house. In those weeks, no one had come over to visit her, instead she went out some days dressed beautiful for work. And it made his heart ache to know that she had no support whatsoever, so he had vowed to change that. He watched the car park in front of her house and then the two elderly figures got down from it and walked to her front porch.Alaric knew them, in fact he was the reason they