All Chapters of Married to my Ex-Fiance's Boss: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Claire"He's a cheat and a liar," I said to Penny as we communicated on the phone, sniffing back tears and catarrh of frustration. I couldn't bring myself to return to the bed that had been defiled by his cheating, so I sat at the reclining chair close to the swimming pool, far away from the ears of everyone."Sorry, dear," she sympathised sorrowfully. "How could he do that two days to your marriage?" Her voice was laced with anger, her tone trembling with every word she said. "He's a bastard, a fucking cheating bastard," she raged more and for some unknown reason, I felt my chest tighten in anger.I so much wanted to hate him, but I couldn't. I still loved him. His hurting face still haunted me and I felt a million times unworthy of him even when he had been the one to have cheated.Love is so stupid. I thought angrily. Why should I still love him? Tears dropped down my cheeks and I tried not to sniff so that Penny wouldn't hear.Then a consolation flew in.He could have been framed!

ClaireI opened my eyes, slowly but without ease. My eyelids felt so heavy that I had to lift my fingers to push it open. I felt like I was under a moving object. A moving object that I suspected to be a caterpillar.My chest thawed like a mower and I began to fear for my life.Was I about to die? I thought horrifically, finding the task of opening my eyes the most difficult.After battling with much difficulty to push my lids open, I had to struggle with twice as much energy to clear my vision and make out the figures that were dancing before my eyes, especially the one on red swim bikini, bending too close to my face."Wake up, my sleeping angel," I felt a caress on my face that made my insides turn in disgust. My vision slowly began to get clearer and my head began its own stubbornness from there. I began to feel very dizzy."Thank God, you're awake," the familiar voice cleared my vision quicker than expected. "Elizabeth?" My lips worked out the word swiftly. "How," I began, ignor

Giancarlo I didn't even know what feeling I should feel. Part of me wanted to get so angry with her to the point that I'd want to push her into the water to go search for Claire.Another part of me felt a wave of panic and helplessness to the point that I couldn't even think.What did she mean by Claire jumped? The question kept repeating itself in my mind as I watched her with disgust. Why was she even sobbing instead of jumping into the water to search for Claire? Was she even to be trusted? Could she had planned everything with her mom? My fist clenched at my sides as her sobs continued in sharp bursts.Lorenzo had already taken to action, making numerous calls while I stayed still trying to claw myself away from the webs of my emotions and into reality.I couldn't accept what she had said. Claire had jumped into the river and had not been seen? I was still in a daze. My head was filled with anger and frustration as I tried to come up with a plan.The little plan that had began

Giancarlo I saw myself in a garden of flowers. Different types of flowers stood beautifully, each color staying at a side. There was no mistake. All red coloured plants were to my left, purple to my right and yellow behind me. Other colors stood independently towards the end of the garden, glowing with the reflection of the sunlight.Everything about them was perfect. They had been pruned and watered effectively that the myriad of colors it showcased was more than the colors of the rainbow. They all stood at the same height, none was taller than the other.The air was filled with their scent, washing through my senses and producing a sense of calm in me. It filled my soul with a feeling of warmth and care. It felt very much like my mother's presence.I smiled as memories of her beautiful smile and meals cooked with love, flooded through me. My smile widened even more as I recalled the lullaby she had always sung with her contralto soothing voice. The lullaby that had been effective

Claire As swift as a cheetah, I jumped out of the bed, oxygen barely seeping into my lungs and my life flashing before my very eyes.Determination and love for Carlo was all I got. I trusted its motivation more than anything."Claire, what—" the familiar voice didn't make me turn nor stop my stride, rather, it created more tactics for escape in my head.She tried to hold me, but I dodged, surging forward with determination beating hard on my chest.I successfully made it pass both of them, and I increased my pace, breathing laboriously and colliding with a high wall of tiredness in my system.“I can't stop now. I must see Carlo," the thought flew in immediately my head began to respond to the oxygen reduction in my body.I clenched my fist as I tried to maintain the sorry imitation of a run, eyes blinking fast to quickly switch my faltering vision from darkness into light.Aside from the spinning in my head, I didn't even feel the need to stop to catch my breath. Maybe because I had