All Chapters of YOU STOPPED LOVING ME; I STOPPED BEING THE NICE LADY: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

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21. Her scent

LucasHer presence always arrived before her voice ever could. I finally turned to see her falling to her knees, crouching low as her shaking hands reached for my legs.“Please… forgive me,” she pleaded, her voice cracking like thin ice. “I did it because I loved you. And I still love you, and our son.”“No. Please.” I held her gently, guiding her to sit on the bed with all the care my trembling hands could muster.“How could you kneel for me?” My voice broke as I dropped to my own knees before her. “I should be the one kneeling.” I wrapped my arms around her legs, letting my hands wipe the tears spilling freely down her cheeks.“I’m the one who’s so filthy. I was a fool. God, I know it.” I let my arms through my hair.“I didn’t know you were dying inside, Alora. I didn’t know I was pushing you closer to your grave. I was unaware Sonia had manipulated the ownership of your company. I was so unaware, blind to everything. Please forgive me. Would you ever… ever find a place in your hear

22. Faint glow

LucasThe fabrics of her panties tore in one quick stride, and with my arms trailing on her wet, slick folds. Damn, I locked my lips. Mesmerized by her beauty. She was damn perfect even in the way her scent makes my go gaga. It was so intoxicating that I couldn't hold back as my fingers teased her, leaving another breathless whimpers that sent the feeling tripping all over every nerve ending.I wanted this. I could die in her arms. Stay there all day, and I love the fact that I made her moan out again after a long while.I wasted no time to salvage her feel before my hardened burden betrayed me. Already parting through her slip's folds and driving in, like the treacherous bastard it was.Damn. It felt divine when she gasped out loud in sheer pleasure. It rhymes with the air messing with my senses.I pulled in again and pushed deeper so she could accommodate me. She felt different, but not so different. She wasn't so tight as she always was, but whatever, I still felt awesome to be bac

23. Butterflies

AloraAfter the encounter with Lucas at the company, I was already boiling by the time I returned home. So boiling that I didn't even have the decency to reply to Stanley’s countless calls.I was pissed off. And sure, maybe I should have been delighted—running around in circles, singing songs of victory because I had finally served him his own cruelty on a silver platter and tossed the plates to the dogs.But nooo…I just couldn't contain it. The rage, the bitterness that stirred in my chest, the way my arms flexed at my sides, and the way my entire body reacted violently each time I replayed the moment.I shut everyone out and slumped onto the bed. I knew I was damn wrong for not picking up Stanley’s repeated calls and for turning off the lines when they posed the slightest disturbance to me.And by the time I snapped my eyes open, it was dawn. And damn it, his face was the first thing I saw that morning. That freaking devastation in his eyes. The same grief that almost made me want

24. That moment

AloraThat thought, whether I could still cling to waiting for Mike Cole; never stopped consuming me or making me weak. He hadn’t called nor texted yet, even though he was supposed to. If I hadn’t told Stanley I could handle it, maybe by now he would have settled that aspect too.I shrugged it off when Stanley mentioned one dinner party at Dairy Five Star Suites, he wanted me to attend.He finally pulled over at the company, and we exchanged brief glances before he drove off.I walked into the building elegantly. We had agreed on meeting at five p.m. at the suite.I had no clue what it was. Maybe he wanted to hang out with me? Or probably celebrate the victory?Anyways.The meeting with the stakeholders went on as planned, and the sheer thrill from some of them was not something to overlook. Some, who never even knew who I was, were finally pleased with meeting me, and the final formalities were made.After the meeting was over, I decided to meet with the directors regarding any feedb

25. Another shock

Lucas I still couldn’t imagine that the same black SUV was the one I had seen Sonia in the previous day. The same SUV that Alora had climbed into, sliding in beside that tall man whose identity remained a mystery from this angle. But those broad, hardened shoulders, the sheer bulk of his muscles, and the neatly trimmed beard tracing his jawline up to his cheeks, meeting the perfectly curled black hair…was unmistakable. But I wasn’t yet certain. Maybe my emotions were taking a toll on me. But that car, I couldn’t be uncertain about it. Same plate number, same color, and same model. Was it a coincidence or what? There was only one way to find out. I waited until they got through with whatever conversation they were having. Every second that ticked by tore through me. Her laughter, light and thrilled, the way her lips curved at every word he spoke, the way he responded with warmth and subtle adoration, and that unmistakable spark in their eyes as they held each other’s gaze,

26. Bang!

Lucas From this angle, which was much closer, I could picture his face properly, but not enough for my brain cells to travel through memory lane as flashes of the past resurfaced, yet I forced myself to shrug off it. His eyes blistered with hope and tears as he looked at Alora. Then they snapped toward my direction. Dark, unreadable, mixed with something I couldn't yet pick. Alora wasn't excluded when she turned to meet my gaze. “Please, don't say yes. I promise I will sort things out pretty soon, please don't…” I paused mid sentence, when her voice thundered. “And what rights do you have over my damn decisions? Are you that daft not to pick the signal that you shouldn't have been here?” she blurted angrily. She didn't need to remind me that I had lost all rights to her or her decisions. But was I making this any easier? I can't let her be with any else. I still wanted her. I can't live without her. Can't stand the humiliation and the thought that she accepted another man's

27. Doctor Stanley

Stanley“Stanley,” Alora’s voice rang in my ears.A shudder ran through me. She wasn't supposed to be up now. She had still been unconscious when I left.I turned, and there she was. The white bandage wrapped around her head left part of her dark hair cascading down her shoulders. Her lips were dry, patched with misplaced lip gloss. Her shirt was rumpled, stained with blood at several visible spots. She pressed one arm against her head, her eyes narrowing, unreadable, almost hollow.The air stilled around me, coated with dread. It no longer hinted at that familiar disinfectant scent, but something darker, heavier. And for a moment, I felt really dirty… like I had dragged the darkness with me.“Ahhh… Alora. I was so scared of losing you. I thought some…” he wanted to get her arm, but she drew back.“Get your arms off me,” Alora barked in disgust, forcing her arms off Lucas's grip.My legs moved on instinct. I sank one arm onto hers while the other gently held her waist. Concern flicker

28. Dark memories

AloraI felt so broken, so hurt, and so betrayed. I was only a thread away from passing out from all of this.My legs were trembling beneath me, and the pulsing sting from the injury on my head only worsened everything. My vision was blurring at the edges, and every breath felt like a struggle.But I couldn’t stay in that space with him. I couldn’t do that now. I needed air. I needed time away from him and from all the things he spilled. The air felt so hot and suffocating.By the time I stormed out of the hospital and flung myself into the first cab I saw instead, my breath had already reduced to short, broken gasps. The nurses shouting behind me were nothing more than muffled noise. I couldn’t bring myself to care.Now seated in the cab, the world tripled and warped in front of my teary gaze. My skull felt like it was splitting, and I still couldn’t wrap my mind around the fact that Stanley… my Stanley, had kept such secrets from me. And not once… not a single time… did he mention S

29. Attacked?

Braim“Maybe you should just rest,” I snapped, feeling I had just let down my guards, overstepped the boundaries.It wasn't my fault that I can't seem to control my emotions as well as my speech whenever she was around then, despite the fact she was happily married, and right now, after all these years, it's just the same.Nothing ever changed, except the way I kept crushing those so-called professional boundaries, again and again.“I would take my leave, but would come check…” I paused mid-sentence when I noticed her slight whimper, and a tear slipped off her cheeks.I can't hold back feeling so guilty right now, so I hurried to her sides, but didn't touch her.“Mrs…”“Maxwell,” she cut in, half-sobbing but still startlingly firm.“Oh… I'm sorry, Mrs Maxwell. Is everything alright?” She ignored me, and more tears streamed down.Her tears caught something deeper, stirring up the desires to comfort her.Maybe it was the divorce or a ghost of the past my words reminded her of?I felt so

30. Nothingness

LucasMy heart throbbed with brokenness, sorrow gripping every fibre of my being as I was forced out… or rather dragged out simply because I had wanted to speak with Alora.I felt worse and even more miserable standing there over my car for what felt like eternity before finally hopping into my car, drawn into misery and even forgetting how I drove back to the house.By the time I entered the living room to the eerily emptiness, I felt the hollow ache wash all over me.I had done it again. How would Dav even see me? I felt so awful, being out all day, returning this late and drained in my emotions.I just had to decide to focus on my family. Sonia was always here and had given me a son. Wouldn’t it have been better to just give them the attention?No… she had too many questions to answer regarding that doctor, Stanley. I needed to know every detail and how she met him.He had proven he knew her. And I couldn’t be mistaken after seeing them together.I hurried up the stairs and stopped

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