All Chapters of Chasing My Run Away Wife After Regret. : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Morgana's POV Noah has been the one keeping me company for the past forty-eight hours that we've found ourselves in this particular place. I knew I said I wanted to leave the house, but having this kind of silence was not something I was expecting. Not silence precisely. Noah has been having the time of his life with Josh, who actually seemed like he was enjoying what he was doing. They both seemed like a grandpa and son, and they get together well. Which I am grateful for. Because, I don't know how I will relate with him in a strange environment that he's found himself. But he seems to be adopting well. I don't know why he is staying away. I think it's because I said I was going to leave in the first instance and now, he's trying to give me space. But I don't like it. I tried to call, but I know that if I switch on my phone, it will be flooded with texts from people and I'll definitely go online. Which I'm trying to avoid. So here I am, waiting for the arrival of my husband.

Morgana's POV I struggled to open my eyes. I was awake but I could not let myself see. It felt like a lot of work to do. When I finally did, a chill ran down my spine seeing the place that I was now. It was like a basement kind of place. The place was cold and I was tied to a chair in the middle of the room. The basement was empty. There was nothing there except for a small mangy bed that does not look like something someone can sleep on. There was a tiny table too at the corner of the room. There was mold on the wall of the place and there were cracks on the wall too. The place looked disgusting in one word. The smell that is emanating from somewhere there is bad. My eyes widened when I remembered that I was not the only one that was taken and I can't find my son anywhere. “Noah!” I shouted his name. I started to panic when I could not hear a reply from him. Tears rolled down my face as I screamed for my child over and over again. I don't know what I would do if they hurt him

Morgana's POV There was a bang somewhere that made me wake up from my slumber. I was still in the same position I was when I slept off. Noah was on my chest. This is the sleeping habit we've adopted in the past few days. Marilyn rushed into the room, obviously panicky, and she gave off the vibe of someone scared. “I knew the bitch was going to get us into trouble. I just knew it.” She grumbled as she scrambled for the remote on the centre table. She switched on the TV and I was shocked to see the face of my husband on it. Not long after, Simon walked into the room. “You see what I told you. Let's kill her and get the fuck out of here. For him to go to the length like this, he is ready to take whatever step to ensure she's fine.” She said to him. “Shut the hell up.” He said simply, concentrating on the TV. “Everyone, my wife and son have been kidnapped now for the past five days, and I have no lead on where they are as of this moment.” He looked so haggard, and he had more than

Xavier's POV Then there is Simon, whom I'm going to kill with my bare hands. And another older man. He looked strangely familiar, also. “Oh, look who is here.” The old man's eyes clashed with mine. This voice. That's the man who has been calling me all this while. “Who knew it was a woman who would bring you to your end, Hills.” “Xavier.” I heard my wife call me. I took my eyes off the man as if to reassure her that nothing would go wrong. “You see, Xavier, my man, this girl here is my long-lost daughter. Adopted daughter, to be precise. I gave her life and everything that she needed. Took her away from the orphanage where she was treated like shit so that she could get a shot at life. What did I get back in return? Her ruining the life of my actual son.” He sneered. Before I could think twice, he raised his hand and hit her in the face. I was about to storm at him to get him for daring to lay his hands on her in front of me, when two strong hands held me from behind. “You

Morgana's POV I was not allowed in the room, so I sat outside the room, occasionally standing up to look at him from the glass windows. He looked so frail and weak. Like he had lost half of the pounds he is supposed to weigh on a normal day. The following day, after the doctor checked in on him, he said that he was already doing fine and that we could see him. He was taken to a normal ward. He did not wake up, though, and he's been in a comatose state for the past three days. At this point, I think I'll lose my mind. I've spoken to the doctor a million times, and the only response he gave me was that it was up to him to wake up, and he will do it when he wants to. What's that even supposed to mean? So, now, I'm sitting beside him on the stool that was made available there. Derek and Mary Anne had already gone out. Probably to get something to eat. We've all been here looking after him. But I made sure that Noah stayed in the children's play station in the hospital. He should not