Todos os capítulos de EX-HUSBAND’S LAST CHANCE AT LOVE: Capítulo 221 - Capítulo 230

THIRD PERSON’S POVThe sweet aroma of something pulled Isabella gently from her sleep. It wasn't the sunlight filtering through the blinds in a bid to announce the new day or the sound birds chirping.Instead it was the feel of something warm against her cheek. A pair of lips.She stirred, her eyes fluttering open as she tried to adjust to the morning. Her body ached most of the time now. He was standing there holding a tray that held breakfast, it seemed.Toast, and egg and orange juice with her favorite fruit bowl. Strawberries were arranged neatly in it, each cut into a heart shape. The crazy effort that had gone into that.“Good morning, gorgeous.” His voice sounded soft like it was rolled in honey and sugar.Isabella blinked, resting on one elbow.“Okayyy, you look like you have something up your sleeves.” She pointed out and watched him grin.“Can’t a man spoil the love of his life without a reason?” She arched her brows. “Definitely not this way. You are smiling too much. The

THIRD PERSON’S POVAfter four days, Isabella begged him to let her come back home because she was tired of being stuck in there. It made her wonder how people who had to be there almost all their lives did it. It felt too boxed for her.She had fed the baby and put her to bed whilst Alaric sorted out work in the sitting room. He had apologized to her about a million times.“I should be here with you but I have something pressing I need to quicky attend to.” Those were his words two hours ago.She wasn’t angry in the bit because she knew that his work was demanding as well due to how fast they were rising. His new branches were under construction and he was working towards hiring the right people.Alaric’s head was consumed with so much that it ached. He couldn't be in multiple places at the same time, and sharing his business secret would be dumb. He knew he would have to find a way around it.The doorbell rang causing Isabella to walk towards the door but she found Alaric standing th

ALARIC’S POV“We don’t do milkshakes,” I informed in a flat tone and watched Mr Brian raise a brow.“Not yet but the demand is high. I will suggest you think about it. I brought testers.” We were sitting in my office in Georgia. But we weren't alone. Two other people were here. Male and female, both in their twenties. The flight had stretched into hours and luckily he understood and was willing to wait. My company was the current big talk and anyone would be more than pleased for a chance to be a part of this.But milkshakes?That never crossed my mind.“We make cupcakes, Mr Brian. No milkshakes.” I repeated. My eyes followed him as he adjusted in his seat. “It will increase family orders and my city would definitely demand for more. I promise you massive sales.” My eyes searched his face as I could tell he was sincere. My secretary had said something about that too. That people were asking for something to pair our cupcakes with.“Fine. I will take a look.” His lips broke into

ISABELLA’S POVUntil the words had slipped past my lips, I didn't realize how true my reality was and a million thoughts flooded my head. There was one that stood out like a warrior.Would he ever leave me if I were stuck this way?“Don’t say that, baby. Please don’t.” I could hear my husband saying as he kept his arm around me. His voice shook and being unable to tell what expression he had on was unbearable.The second his arms let me go, the void within me deepened. I could hear things moving but nothing came to mind. Being unsure of what could happen in the next minute was terrifying. She was silent now but I could hear his footsteps.“Babe—” I let out, afraid of the unknown.“I’m here, baby. I want to tuck Sunshine back in bed.” I squeezed my eyes shut as relief downed its rain on me the minute his voice flooded my ears.There was this hollow feeling embedded in my stomach from having to depend on someone to get things done. I don’t know how many minutes ticked by but soon h

ISABELLA’S POVKnowing he had seen me naked multiple times didn't reduce the ache in my heart. This wasn't the best picture of me. What if that this version of me repulsed him? Reading his expression every now and then had always previously given me peace. But now, there was this storm in me.“Is—” His voice pulled me out of my thoughts. “Can I?” He repeated.As much as I wanted to refuse, I needed him to get through this bath so I nodded. I could feel his palm as they slid over my skin and my head tilted to the other side of the room in a bid to bit back the tears that stung my eyes.The silence in the room was as thick as a blanket. The anguish in my chest grew and soon my palms clutched into a fist, my nails digging into them. There was something clogging my throat. Something I needed to let out.“Do you hate me?” The words found their way out of my mouth and I blinked.“Is—” His voice was low and it had this slight terror.His palm cupped my chin as he slightly turned it towards