All Chapters of EX-HUSBAND’S LAST CHANCE AT LOVE: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

THIRD PERSON POVAlaric had spent all night wondering if his wife had been an evil woman. Maybe that was why his mother was trying to protect him from her or the hurtful memories. He exhaled for the hundredth time as he awaited daybreak, then finally headed straight to the locked room with the keys and a hammer in case that didn’t work.It was funny how the door opened the second he turned the handle. He heaved a sigh of relief, and the full sight came into view. Female dresses were scattered over the bed, and unused makeup was at different angles. Shoes and bags looked outdated. Did he make his wife suffer? Maybe work multiple jobs like other men do? Did he treat her so poorly? Was that why she never showed up?He picked the first dress, taking a sniff of each, but there was no scent on them, nothing that reminded him of her, not the shoes or bags. And worse, most of them still had their tags on.Frustrated, he rampaged the whole room, hoping to find the painting, but it was nowher

ISABELLA’S POV“I’m afraid it is a family matter, Miss. We can't invade his home for that. Just go home and talk to your husband.” The plump policeman said again as he stroked his beard, the ring on his finger evident. “You seem not to understand, sir. I have been there, but he won’t let me in.” I informed him, irritation seeping in. I did. I went back there the second I got the papers, and Elena had instructed them not to answer me or let me in, not even when I banged the gate and screamed at the top of my lungs.“Then keep trying, Miss. Please leave. I have other cases to attend to. Someone could be dying somewhere right now.” He sounded displeased and tired.I let out a low groan, annoyed and eager to punch him in the face.My case was just as important as any other one.Before I could speak, he got up and walked towards his partner. I watched as they exchanged pleasantries.“Who is she?”The other policeman asked, and the plump man’s eyes darted over him with disgust.“Just some

ISABELLA’S POV“You sing so well.” I complimented, gazing at him as he sat. The singing part was over, and I was impressed. His tone was gentle, and each word sounded genuine. It was a song about longing for love, to be held and seen.“You like it?” He smiled sheepishly, and I nodded.Kelvin was two years younger than me, so I saw him as a brother.“I will sing you to bed every night then, " he teased. I laughed and jokingly ruffled his hair as I wondered how it would feel to have a sibling. Ever since I found out the truth, I had not attempted to find my birth parents. Maybe because I believed they had abandoned me, I wasn't ready to relive the hurt.Mr Neil walked into the container, sweat clinging to his forehead.“It is time for the meet and greet with fans. Then, your lunch with Ava Spring.” He announced.Kelvin rolled his eyes. “Must I? I don't even like her.” “The fans like you two together. We do this to stay relevant, boy, " he reminded Kelvin, and he shrugged his shoulders

ISABELLA’S POVBy the time I woke up, Kelvin was gone, and it bothered me that he never got to clarify what he had meant last night.Was he falling for me? Or was he just drunk?I wondered.After dressing up in an easy wear, I head towards his container, trying not to bring anyone’s attention to myself. It was great that no one had tried publishing any weird news about the unfamiliar woman with him. Me.As I attempted to open the door, I heard something and froze.Date. Contract. Career.Deep down, it felt so sad that his life had to be controlled like this, but this was one of the numerous sacrifices that came with fame. I heard him get up, claiming to confront Ivy, and fear sparked in me because somehow I knew they weren’t expecting him and might be caught if things went wrong.If they could do it in the bush, they could do it anywhere.Dragging in a breath, my legs moved briskly as I headed there. My breathing became heavy. I would look over my shoulder and see him from afar. Quic

THIRD PERSON’S POVThe hall was filled with everyone, decorations hanging low, and different colourful flowers splashed everywhere. At almost every corner stood pictures of Alaric and Elena—the same picture they had pressured him to take with her.Given how the wedding was still a month away, he didn’t seem to understand why this was necessary.Reporters were standing everywhere, silently taking pictures, while Alaric stood in a Black suit with dazzling stones. He could see his mother from the crowd as she chatted with different vital personalities. She was dressed in a cream-coloured gown paired with an expensive diamond necklace.According to her, this was supposed to be a celebration of a future love, but it was starting to look like a wedding.The glass doors opened, and Elena walked in, dressed in a long red gown that covered her feet and showed just the tips of her heels. They were tiny straps with a bold red rope connected to the left strap, draped around her neck and flung bac