All Chapters of Reclaiming His Ex-wife; At all costs! : Chapter 121 - Chapter 127

Thane's pov.My emotions skidded to a halt. “Imogen”Her name left my mouth in a whisper. The one behind the threats is my sister? My blood?“It can't be” The word scrapped against my throat, barely louder than a breath.Imogen stepped out of the shadow and in front of Andera. Outside, the clouds shifted casting the moonlight on her bored expression.I opened my mouth to speak, nothing came out but a sound that was half denial, half despair.“It's not possible.” I shook my head, I refused to believe that my sister would do this to me “Tell me someone put you up to this, Imogen.”She scoffed, folding her arm across her chest. “You seem surprised Thane. Did you not see this coming?” “What?! You're family, Imogen. You are my sister. How?” She laughed, a sound that was full-on vicious with zero mirth “How come everyone thinks you're so smart when in reality, you're stupid and foolish.”Imogen flickered her lighter again and then extinguished the flame with her fingers.My eyes dart

Andera's PovI pressed the heels of my palm into my burning eyes; sleep had eluded me; each day, I sat here, waiting for him to come back.My father came by yesterday. He tried telling me to leave and go home for a break, but I didn't agree to it. I'm not leaving this hospital without Thane. I took his hand in mine, his skin getting paler by the day. Five days, that's how long it's been since he entered into this coma.“Come back to me Love, please,” I whispered against the constant heaviness in my heart. “I need you, our children need you.”Five soul-crushing days of sitting by Thane’s bedside, listening to the beep of the heart monitor, praying for something to change.After Imogen stabbed him, Thane passed out. When we arrived here, the doctors told us that he was stable. That the blade missed anything vital. That he would wake up ‘soon,’ But their ‘soon’ wasn’t soon enough.Five days was way too long to use that word.My father was paranoid about the Imogen situation, it turns

ANDERA. TEN YEARS LATER.It all started with our divorce.Lies. Betrayals. Regrets. Revenge.And somehow—redemption.It led us here.Ten years later, to where we’re supposed to be. Together.Timmy and I are curled under a wide umbrella, tucked into two folding chairs with a cooler between us. The shade casts long shadows across the sand.“Daddy, stop it,” Tiffany whined.She stood not too far from the shoreline in a sundress, her hair in a ponytail; Thane continued leveling a death glare at the teenage boy who approached Tiffany. Timmy and I shook with silent laughter. The poor boy fled before he could say Hi to Tiffany.“I don’t like him,” Thane said flatly. His face softened when Tiffany pouted.“You don't like any boy who tries to talk to me,” she grumbled. Thane shrugged, utterly unapologetic. He tickled Amelia, our youngest.“All these boys aren't deserving of my princesses.”Amelia giggled, her gray eyes shining with mirth. “Yes, Daddy. Tiffany and I are princesses.” she squea