Reclaiming His Ex-wife; At all costs! のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

Andera's pov.I dashed through the hospital's sliding doors, my heart pounding in my chest.The few minutes spent talking with Thane felt like an eternity, delaying me from knowing what state my daughter - our daughter - was in.Under different circumstances, I would have stood longer to demand from Thane why in God's green earth he was stalking me, but there was too much to risk. I couldn't let him get any clues about Tiffany. I will deal with Thane later. Right now all I am concerned about is seeing my girl. The elevator stops, and I follow the directions I got from the nurse, the one who was in such a hurry to end her shift; she barely finished talking to me before walking out.I get to the hospital room and close my hand around the door knob.To say I'm terrified would be an understatement. I'm scared shitless, the dread in my stomach is consuming me, eating up the tranquility in my soul. I pushed the door open. My eyes find hers first. Her hazel eyes stared brightly back at me,

Andera's pov. Tiffany's test results came in today. It is not an infection or an allergic reaction as Doctor Smith had thought. He advised that I bring her over to the hospital again for further tests to be taken on her.I was relieved when she woke up feeling strong and boisterous like her usual self.But despite Tiffany's energetic mood, I decided it would be best to stay away from school today, just so she could properly rest. I also took a day off from the office. Thanks to my very capable chief operating officer, Rosa, I can confidently take a break, sit back, relax, and spend some time with both my babies, knowing that my company is in safe hands.Timmy and Tiffany have been in their room since we finished having breakfast. Tiffany has been trying out all the outfits in her closet. Preparing herself to be a model. While Timmy, her only audience, fan, and biggest supporter, has been cheering her. I lingered for a while, watching my children with love and affection. After about

Andera's pov.Thane's hand rested on the back of my neck, and a jolt of electricity ran through my veins. I wondered if he felt me stiffen under his touch. I can't believe my own body is betraying me like this.I wanted to hate him, but yet I relished the feel of his fingers on my skin, yearning for his touch. Perhaps it was because Thane was the only man my boys has ever known. He was familiar with my body, knowing exactly how to weaken my knees, to make me moan with maddening ecstasy, leaving me on the brink of exhaustion with pleasure.There are things...feelings a woman cannot forget.I was ashamed to admit it to myself, but I had been having some..cravings, I wanted to be touched and by someone who knew how. Despite the pain Thane caused me five years ago, I was still a woman with needs and desires that refused to be silenced, regardless of how much I helped myself.With his thumb, Thane drew lazy circles at the back of my neck. Sending tingles down to my core, his thumb wasn't

Thane's pov There are so many things I want to do to her and with her. At this point, it would be useless to deny it. I want Andera, scratch that, I need her, or I might just explode. I don't know how much longer till my frayed restraint completely washes away. Andera just left me and Grace with our mouths open in awe, and dammit, she made me breathless.Again, I ask myself, how is this even possible? This is the same woman I spent my life ignoring, both when she was under my family's care and when she became my wife.They say change is constant, and yes, Andera has changed, but is it usually this drastic and overwhelming? " Are you listening, Thane? " The blonde lady says to me. She has been talking non-stop of things I don't want to hear. I didn't even know why, and when she approached me, I was too focused, gawking at Andera as she took small sips of her drink. I should pay close attention to Andera; being drunk at a party like this, in a sea of men, would do more harm than good

Andera's povI hated Thane. I have never had so much hatred for one person. I hated him for what he did to me seven years ago, for believing I would stoop so low and steal from him, my husband. Nothing could quench that angerBut yet, here we are, lips crashing into one another's. Just like on our first night.They say there is a thin line between love and hate. If that's true, then I am balancing precariously on that line. I know I will never love Thane, not like I used to, but tonight, just for tonight, I'll risk it. I will put one foot on the other side of that line.I parted my lips for him, allowing Thane to deepen the kiss. We could have tonight, this frenzied moment of reckless abandon, not caring if were divorced, business partners or not.Come morning, I will go back to hating Thane, to orchestrating his ruin. Tonight, I break my rules.Thane groaned, pulling my head closer. Using his tongue to tease me, making me crave more of him.I knew any of the nurses could walk in an