All Chapters of Dear Ex-Wife; Will You Marry Me, Again?: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

LUCAS “How did you find out about it?” He asked, a deep frown taking over his features and I could feel the concern in his voice. I chuckled, “Well, the truth would never hide forever.”I shrugged nonchalantly because it was pretty obvious. He was quiet when he heard my words, as though searching for the right words to say. “Why didn't you tell me about it? We have shared so many secrets, laughed and ate together. There were so many opportunities for you to tell me but you chose to remain silent. Why?” I couldn't help it but in desperation. I wanted to understand why the people close to me would hide such important information from me. Perhaps if I had known the truth from the very start, the damage wouldn't be this big. I’m not close to being a saint because I have done some things which are not pleasant. I have lied. I have made bad decisions in life and so many things that I couldn't mention. However, I deserved to know the truth. “It wasn't in my position to tell you about y

KATERINA I was back in my room after spending a couple of minutes with the nanny. I wanted to stay for a little bit longer to watch over her but David was so strict, following the doctor's instructions that said I should have enough bed rest. When it comes to health matters, David is usually so concerned and I hated it.I tried to protest and give all kinds of reasons but…he didn't agree to any of it. The head of the bodyguards was inside my room, his head bowed from guilt. “Where were you during the fire incident?” David asked, his voice a little bit harsh because he thinks the bodyguards didn't do their work well enough. If they were guarded the whole time. This wouldn't have happened in the first place. We wouldn't be here and nanny would be in good health. “First of all, I apologise for what happened, ma’am. It's my responsibility to make sure that your safety comes first before everything. I’m ready to face the consequences of what happened yesterday. If you feel that you're n

AUTHOR'S POVDoctor Darius walked down the hallway after leaving Katerina’s room, his legs feeling a little bit heavier.There was this stupid part of himself that didn't want him to walk away. He wanted to stay a second longer or…never leave.He stopped in his tracks, blowing a deep breath. He turned his head momentarily to look where he had come from, his legs itching for him to go back. He raised his head to check the time on the digital wall clock and realised that the ten minutes that they had already agreed on was already over, making him curse internally. He’s a timekeeper. He always observes time because he knows time is money. He’s a businessman and time matters.However, it seemed as though today was not one of those days. As though his legs had a mind of its own, he turned around and walked back to where he had come from. He knew damn well that he shouldn't have gone back but…he just couldn't help it. The urge to go back was so strong. Irresistible. Like an itch which was t

AUTHOR'S POVTWO DAYS LATER The cloud was gloomy as the rain poured heavily, thunder rattling in the cloud, loud enough to awaken the dead. However, it seemed as though the people who were at the cemetery didn't care that much about the weather. They stood in the rain as it washed over them, washing away the tears that streamed down their cheeks. The people at the cemetery were none other than Katerina, David, the lawyer, a priest and nanny’s neighbour.“Nannnnnny….” Katerina cried out in pain, tears streaming down her cheeks as she watched the coffin being lowered six feets underground. She was soaking wet from the heavy rain. David tried to hand her the umbrella so that she could shelter but she refused, pushing it away. Her brown hair was a tangled mess and damp, clinging over her face. The black long dress that she was wearing clung onto her as though it was a second skin. And the heels were full of mud, her feets white from being soaked in the rain for way too long.“Please ta

KATERINA TWO WEEKS LATER “Be good kids, three of you okay? Do give grandma a hard time.Goodnight.Mommy loves you so much.” I told the triplets. Just like every single day, I facetime Paula so that I could talk to the triplets before they go to sleep. It had become a routine. A routine that was so hard to skip.“We love you too, mommy. Goodnight.” They said in unison as though it was a martyr. Their cute little voices were like music to my ear that I wanted to listen to forever. It soothed my soul and reminded me of the reason why I have to be strong no matter how hard things get sometimes.Arabella had a big smile on her face and her blue eyes sparkled, full of life. The boys looked happy too and so was I. It felt so damn good to talk to them, especially at times like this when I was going through some struggles.Camilla, who is their nanny, took them to their rooms when we were done talking so that they can have some rest and now Paula was incharge of the phone.“How is everything