All Chapters of Reclaiming His Ex-wife; At all costs! : Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

ASHLEY'S P.O.VThe Harringtons' garden used to be a place of comfort; now it was a place for planning, strategizing, and preparing to bring two narcissistic, egotistic people down.As a teenager, I'd sneak out of my room at night to bathe in the moonlight, listen to the soothing sound of the wind and crickets. I loved it when the soil shifted beneath my feet, when the moon was milky and the flowers blooming.The garden used to be my place of escape, maybe that's why I've been having my meetings with Dominic here.Genevieve and Leonard are eager for the wedding to commence as soon as possible so they can be together as ‘In-laws’ and keep their power games longer. It disgusts me how elated Genevieve is whenever she sees me with Dominic.So far, the young Beau and I have been putting up a facade. We pretend to spend time in each other's company, get along, and discuss how the marriage will benefit us. Genevieve and his father think we're getting more acquainted and have already hired a w

ASHLEY'S P.O.VThe first thing I'd do once I leave here, is murder.Yes. I, Ashley, was going to murder the woman who brought me into this world, I'd stab a knife right into her gut. I've never been one to have murderous or crazy thoughts, but I guess two days of being held in the Harrington's manor against my will with my phone confiscated can change me into someone elseAnd this someone, wanted to throttle Genevieve so bad, I couldn't keep still. I paced back and forth in my room, I've only had access to the east wing of the manor, and so far, not been able to reach any cell phone that I could use to call for help.Genevieve told me she was doing this for ‘my good’ that I would grow up and ‘understand she meant no harm’Understand my ass.Every now and then, I try to steady my racing heart for the sake of my daughter. I'm due in about two months, and I don't want to harm my baby girl in any way, but it's hard not to be anxious.I'm not just outraged that she would lock me up when I'

ASHLEY'S P.O.VHearing Kellan was here was like a lifeline pulling me from the pit I was in.Hearing Kellan was here was like falling deeper into said pit, too.“Kellan Langston,” The guard repeated when neither I nor Genevieve said anything. My hand trembled by my side, the dried tears in my cheeks were sticky and my throat was clogged with emotions.My heart fluttered in my chest, hope spread to life in my veins, giving me strength, giving me a voice. “He's...here?” I asked quietly, like I was too scared of what the guard's answer would be.Was he joking? Was this Genevieve pulling a stunt to torment me?Was Kellan really here, in the Harrington's manor? But..he hated this place. I don't know what Genevieve and Pete had done to make Kellan hate this manor, he swore we would never step foot back here. One time, I had jokingly asked him the place he wanted to be last on earth, and he said he'd pick a literal hell over this manorAnd now he was here...for me. To get me backOh God.The

ASHLEY'S P.O.VI sat in a pool of shredded white satin. The pieces of the dress lay haphazardly on the floor, just like the pieces of my shattered heart. There was nothing inside that place anymore, no beat, no life. Nothing.“Fool” I cursed. Him, myself, both of us. My eyes were hot, my temperature was burning up, and my tongue tasted acidic. “Stupid fool.” My haunted curses echoed through the darkness of the Briarwood. Yes, like Genevieve had so many times implied, I was a fool.My numb fingers fumbled for the pieces of white on the floor. I reached for them again and began shredding with every ounce of strength left in my body.I was such a fool, for keeping this useless wedding dress, for clinging to a part of my love for Kellan. It hurt to even say his name in my mind. God, this was too much for me. I never knew love could hurt so much. I didn't think there'd be a day when Kellan would hate meHe loves meCorrection: He loved me.Snot filled my nose, and prickly, sharp tears

KELLAN'S P.O.VDallas's quiet was different from Austin's quiet.At least there, it buzzed with work and people and meetings, the noise could make the murmurs in my head less loud, but tonight, sitting on the porch with my old man, under the full light with the sound of crickets and the tinkle of our glasses, the silence was deafening.I cut a glance at the man next to me who was on his third bottle of beer. His dark hair was streaked with grey and his eyes were always hollow. My father had been an alcoholic since I was a kid. After my mom's death, he managed to curb his excessive intake, but every now and then, he still loses his self to alcohol.Even though I sent them lavish gifts and plenty of money, I rarely visited my family, and by family, I meant my father and grandmother. They were the only family I had. Both my parents were only children so I have no uncles, aunts, or cousinsFather slammed his bottle of beer down on the small stool between us. “I don't believe it” he voice