Lahat ng Kabanata ng Reclaiming His Ex-wife; At all costs! : Kabanata 121 - Kabanata 130

Thane’s Pov11: 48 pmI stared at my watch, my eyes burning from the effort not to blink. I tapped my finger impatiently against the dashboard, Two more minutes till midnight.I couldn’t sit still. I couldn’t breathe properly. Knowing that Andera, Timmy, and Tiffany were in there sliced through me like a blade Nine hours.Nine goddamn hours since that text turned my world inside out.Come on, come on, come onMidnight.I shoved out of my car and sprinted towards the half-finished construction site, every muscle in my body screaming at me to go faster.All I wanted was to bring in the whole goddamn Seattle Police Department, storm into this building, tear it apart with my bare hands if I had to, and save my family,But one wrong move...All it would take is a wrong move, and this fúcker could kill them.The thought hit me so hard I nearly dry-heaved. Knots twisted in my stomach; I couldn’t even bear to picture it in my mind.I couldn’t lose them.I wouldn’t.The last nine hours have b

Andera's PovThane stared at me with those eyes, eyes full of apology, pain, and a kind of helplessness that pierced deeper than a blade could. His hands trembled around the gun like it weighed a thousand pounds.“Andera.” my name left his lips in a soft whisper, I let his voice wrap around me; this would be the last time I hear him say my name like that. My heart didn't believe it-she refused to accept it.Behind him, Imogen smirked, She was enjoying seeing Thane break. All I could do was watch the man I love reduced to this, to choose between my life or our children.A tear slid down his face, and my heart tightened more, it was difficult to breathe.I gave him a bittersweet smile, “It’s okay,”My lips trembled when Thane shook his head. There was no way out of this. Either I die, or both my children die. “It's okay,” I whispered again.But it wasn’t. God, it wasn’t.So this is how my life ends? I was never going to walk down our garden aisle with my biological father, I was neve

THANEI have watched the sunset over the Eiffel Tower in Paris, the golden light shining on iron and stone.I have stood at the edge of the Grand Canyon in Arizona, wind roaring in my ears.I have walked the ancient corridors of the Colosseum in Rome and touched the walls with centuries of history.I have traveled to places many dream of being, and seeing the beauty of the earth. Lakes, mountains, islands, the seven wonders of the world.I have seen it all, but nothing, none of that, took my breath away; none of it brought this burning sting to my eyes the way she did.Andera.My Andera. The eight wonder of the world, in a dazzling white dress, glassy eyes, and a smile that could melt down diamond. And she's mine. Mine to Love, mine to protect, for as long as we both live.My world had beauty before, my world had power and all that money could buy.Now it has meaning.The pastor cleared his throat, bringing our attention back to his. "Do you, Thane Malone Reinhardt, take Andera Cam

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ASHLEY.I painted my lips bold red. Kellan loved red. It was the color I was wearing when we first met.I hummed as I checked my reflection in the mirror for the twenty-seventh time. I fell in love with the woman staring back at me. It had been months since I dressed up like this, truly dressed up. Not for the gala's that bored me, not for a charity event, but for a date. A very special date. I wore my best everything: a deep crimson gown that shimmered beautifully under the light; the dress was tailored. It hugged my upper body before cinching at the waist and cascading into a flare that swept the floor. A daring slit ran up my right leg to my mid-thigh.My hair was swept into an elegant updo by my most trusted stylist, Around my neck hung a dainty diamond pendant. I dusted and slipped into my Italian red-soled shoes that I had only ever worn once.Tonight was going to be perfect.“The restaurant ma'am?” My chauffeur asked as I walked down the stairs. I had given him the address ear