Semua Bab The Vow I Never Took: Bab 31 - Bab 40

Lena POVI don’t expect the anger that surges through at the moment, seeing her close to Nathan makes my blood boil. I clenched my fist tightly when I realized that Nathan was not pushing her away. “How could he let her touch him like that?” I thought, my heart racing.“Why are you back, Isabella?” He asked.At that moment, curiosity pinged and I wondered how this lady is related to Nathan. As the tension in the air thickened, Sebastian appeared at the gate, a broad smile lighting up his face. “Isabella! Sister-in-law!” he exclaimed, his excitement palpable.I was stunned and confused. If Sebastian only made mention of sister-in-law, I would have thought he was referring to me, but when he mentioned a name, I realized she was talking to that lady. Did Nathan have another wife? I couldn’t find an answer to my question, but I chose to remain on the spot quietly.The lady turned, her expression shifting from surprise to delight. “Sebastian! It’s been too l

Lena POV I felt a tightening in my chest every time Isabella was around. The image of her jumping into Nathan’s arms was seared into my mind, and it made my blood boil. And Nathan. God! He didn’t even move. He just stood there as if it were the most natural thing in the world. No pushing her away. No awkward recoil. Nothing.The memory made my stomach twist. It shouldn’t bother me. I shouldn’t care. But I did far more than I wanted to admit. And then, Isabella's words came rushing through. The stinging sensation when she called me a contract wife.And the joy I felt when Nathan defended me. Then, the most hurtful moment when she described how I begged for the marriage. How the hell did she know if Nathan didn't tell yet?" So fake! I hate you, Nathan!"I bit down on my lower lip, swallowing the ache burning at the back of my throat.Get it together, Lena.It stung more than I wanted to admit. I shook my head, trying to clear the thoughts. I needed to get away, and Grace always knew

Nathan POV.I had just returned to the mansion after a long day at work. It left me drained but nothing compared to the tension that has been built between me and Lena for the past few days. Isabella has been a weed in our relationship, the one I am trying to build after the lies of Sebatian, I thought everything will be fine since it has been a while since I heard about him in the mansion without knowing that Isabella was planted as a replacement and now, I have to sort her headache. I entered my room, and my heart raced when I saw a T-shirt on the bed with a sticky note. It lay neatly on my bed, accompanied by a sticky note that read, “Wear this if you love me” ~From Lena~A surge of emotions flooded through me, and confusion is the first one. This is the first time Lena would make such an approach despite her nonchalant attitude towards me, and I am pretty sure she meant business with the note added. It must be the brown way to clear the misunderstanding between us. Maybe I should

Lena POV.My heart raced as Isabella's words echoed in my mind, each one sharper than the last. The truth was undeniable, and the clarity stung. I rarely spoke to Nathan, and when I did, his answers felt like empty promises. Isabella was right; I was just a contract wife, a pawn in their game for inheritance. Suddenly, the front door swung open, and Victoria Hale stepped inside, her presence electric. Isabella jumped to her feet, a bright smile illuminating her face.“Mother!” she exclaimed, rushing to greet her.Victoria returned the smile, her warmth evident as she wrapped her arms around Isabella. “Isabella, my dear! How wonderful to see you.”But the moment Victoria’s gaze shifted to me, the warmth vanished. A flicker of disdain crossed her features, and I felt a chill run down my spine. It was as if I were invisible, a shadow lurking in the background.“Hello, Mrs. Hale,” I managed to say, forcing a smile despite the tightness in my chest. I hoped for a glimmer of acknowledgment

Lena POV.I paced the sterile hospital hallway, my heart pounding in my chest. Regret washed over me in waves, crashing against my resolve. Each step felt heavier than the last, weighed down by the knowledge that Nathan was in the emergency room, fighting for his life. The blood-soaked dress clung to me like a reminder of everything that had gone wrong. I should have been more careful, more aware. Hours seemed to stretch into eternity as I waited, anxiety gnawing at my insides. The sterile scent of antiseptic filled the air, but all I could focus on was the suffocating silence. No doctors were emerging, no reassuring voices. My mind spiraled deeper into despair. What if I had lost him? How could I live with myself after everything that had happened? How am I going to ask for his forgiveness if he dies?With every passing minute, the weight of my regret grew heavier. I thought about all the moments I had taken for granted, his integrity, the quiet evenings desperately. I