Semua Bab Dear Ex, Your Uncle Claimed Me : Bab 31 - Bab 40

Caspian's POVShe ran past me, her steps swift and calculative, without looking back. I stood still, my hand on my cheek as I stared at Caleb, who was still on the ground, writhing from the pain of my punch.How he felt didn't matter to me right now. What mattered most was Elena. I had offended her and needed to make things right before it was too late.“Fuck! What did I just do?” I muttered at the realization of how silly I was to have said those words to her.I was just jealous, and I should have controlled myself. Instead, I let my feelings get the best part of me. I let my feelings hurt the one I truly desire.With bulging eyes filled with fear of losing Elena and a racing heart, I didn't hesitate to spin on my heels and dash towards the exit of the mansion. I was going to go after her.But just as I ran out of the building, I halted instantly at the sight of the heavy downpour. The rain fell ruthlessly, and it reminded me of my worst fears, but right now, I wasn't sure if I neede

Caspian's POV.I watched her, her eyes full of care, her lips parted slightly as she focused on me. I couldn’t look away.And I couldn’t hold back.In one quick move, I reached out and twirled her into my lap. She gasped, but her arms landed around my shoulders.“Caspian…” I didn’t let her finish. I leaned in and kissed her again.This time it wasn’t soft. This kiss was desperate, messy and hot. I needed her. Not just her touch—her skin against mine. I needed to feel real again. Her hands cupped my face as I pulled her closer, tasting the rain still on her lips, feeling her heartbeat race against mine.She pulled back slightly, breathless. “Nathan’s coming back soon. What if he sees us this way…”“I don’t care,” I whispered, voice rough. “Right now… I just need you.”Before she could argue again, I kissed her harder and laid her gently across the backseat. She didn’t stop me. Her eyes never left mine.My hands slid over her wet dress, and she trembled beneath my touch. I peeled it aw

Elena's POVMy fingers clenched tightly with both regret and sadness as I climbed the bridge, trying to get to the center of it. It wasn't that big or grand, but every memory I had right here meant so much to me—or used to mean so much to me.Caleb and I owned this place. I thought it was going to be forever. That we'd love each other forever. Who knew that things would spiral out of control this way?I sniffled as I looked down at the water below the bridge. It was stagnant now, just like my love for Caleb. He broke me. He used me to heal, only to get back to Isabella.Tears welled up in my eyes as I recalled his promises to me—how he promised to care for me, only to do the opposite."You were one mistake I wish I never made, Caleb," I muttered as I used my finger to wipe off the tears that had threatened to roll down my pale cheeks.Just as I turned around to leave the bridge, to head over to my father's house as he had called me to, her voice—cruel and daunting—echoed right behind

Caspian's POVWalking into the mansion, I couldn't help but be welcomed by the chilling air of quietness and loneliness. Everywhere seemed like they had abandoned the mansion a few hours before my return.It hadn't been a good day for me, so I assumed it was just in my head. The maids were probably busy, and Nathan must be asleep. Elena wasn't in the living room to welcome me. She must be tired too.Nodding my head to my thoughts like I was losing it, I walked towards the stairs and headed right for my room. With a smile forming on my lips to act like everything was normal, I reached for the door handle and pushed it open.I was expecting to see Elena on the bed, sleeping or just sitting down and thinking about me at least, but the second I walked into the room, a wave of curiosity washed through my veins.She wasn't in the room. It was empty. My brows arched in confusion. Where could she be? Last time I checked, I had confirmed with Nathan that they were home. She had returned with h

Caspian's POV.The tires screeched as the car jerked to a stop, the sharp sound slicing through the silence like a blade. I leaned forward slightly from the backseat, my jaw tight, my hands curled into fists.I hadn’t said a word during the entire drive, and Nathan, smart man that he was, hadn’t asked questions—until now.He turned around slowly, his eyes meeting mine in the rearview mirror. “We’re here,” he said softly, nodding toward the tall, lonely house in front of us.The paint was chipped, the porch light flickering. It looked just like the man who lived inside it—old, tired, and full of rot.Elena’s birth home. Mr. Hamilton’s house.My chest burned as her face flashed in my mind again—red marks on her cheeks, her hands trembling when I pulled her into my arms after she had returned with Nathan.She hadn’t said much, just cried softly into my shirt. I’d never seen her like that before. She was always strong, even when she was scared. But earlier, she’d looked broken.And I was