All Chapters of Queen Of Hearts: My Ex Or My Next.: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

LAURAAnger lurches through my bones at the effrontery of this bitch, but I could only smile sickly sweetly.Attacking her wouldn’t change anything, and as bitter as it sounds, it was the truth. I always suspected something wasn't right with Seraphina and Kaida. Sure thing, Kaida wasn't having an affair with her, but I knew Seraphina had eyes for my husband. The events in the kitchen summed it all up.Seraphina was a thorn masked with beauty, because no one had hair color the same as hellfire. “If you threaten my Sista again, I’d swear on my mother’s grave that you’d be taking Kaida’s place in the ward,” Aria warned. “Don’t you believe mistakes happen? Sista would never hurt anyone.”The doctors beckoned for Aria and Lucian to get into the ward immediately. Aria cast her a venomous stare before leaving. Myriad of emotions swam in Seraphina’s eyes. This Rosalina from hell had the guts to feel for my husband?! My self-control’s flailing, and I’m one step from going berserk. “The tr

KAIDAMy body is crumbling to shreds, and I’d need an oxygen bag from how bad my throat is closing. The a.c seemed to be having a glitch, because it's as if all the warmth has been scooped out of the room, with a volcano plunged right in the middle.The air is sterile, machines humming faintly, but the quiet was too loud for me to handle. This woman is driving me crazy, and obscene thoughts are running through my head, as I groggily sat up in bed, rasping. She wore Aria’s clothes: a gray knee-length blouse and a collarless yellow long-sleeved top, gracing me with a tantalizing view of her cleavage. The fabric strained her curves, pressing against the seams. She had more width, while Aria had more height. Every step she took lured me closer to my demise, as she offered an apologetic smile.“First of all, I—”“Do I manage anything when it comes to you?” Anger rang in my voice. “Money? Your private jets? Penthouses? Your skincare? Even when I fuck you, do I manage my energy?”She pa

KAI:The wicked chill hits my skin non-stop, I want to scream at the top of my voice, but my tongue is frozen. Dr. Paulo had a smirk on, while fuelling the machine with freon, he said It’d freeze my misery. Cold, sterile air fogged the room, swirling me in a gust of glacial wind. My body’s numb, there’s little mobility left in me, but the faint thrum of my heart tells me I'm still alive. The monitor hissed pitifully, the fan blades groaning slowly, and my veins pinched from the IV. Vials, syringes, and pill bottles littered the floor. Every time they came, I fought with every fiber of my being. For my Spitfire, my son, and my sunshine. Still, they beat me to it. But today would be different. I’d kill them all. I’d escape. I’d make things right because I made her a promise. They can't just save my life and torment the hope out of me. Grinding my shivering jaw, I sat up with a bite, forcing my heavy eyes open. Paulo doesn't know I am awake, else he’d knock me out with sedatives. Yes,

ONE WEEK LATER:KAIDA: “Is it because of the way I acted? I forgive her. I didn't know she’s still angry with me,” Kevin said bitterly, his doe eyes lacking their usual sharpness. I coughed throatily, guilt scratching my throat. Kevin hasn’t eaten anything since yesterday, and I don't want to yell at him, but he isn't making it easier for me. How do I tell him his mother’s safe, somewhere secluded from civilization, somewhere I won't fear her running away, somewhere for only us. Laura and Kaida. Magnificent, isn’t It? I ruffled Kevin’s hair. “She’s not angry with you. She needed space, and she’s in New York, building your future. Very soon, she’d be back, okay?”My words went down the drain as Kevin turned away. “She left me.”My fist clenched, bending the spoon in two. Kevin loved his mother more than himself, but when she’s around, he acts like she doesn't exist. Proud just like his mother. Lucian’s glare has been suspicious. We grew up together, and he knew me too well. His th

KAIDAPounding boomed from my door, voices shouting for me to stop, but I was drunk with heartbreak. Too dead to hear.“Just say the fucking word!” I roared like a mad lion, hurling the stool at the bar, shattering the glass with a loud crash. The scent of liquor exploded in the air, the alcohol bleeding through the carpet like my wounded heart. The room was in havoc, shards of glass scattered on the floor like tiny knives, but none of them was sharper than her words. Every deadpan felt like a death sentence, the disgust in her eyes like venom, and her wince from my touch like a frostbite. I tried to be honest for once, give her a sneak peek of my dark side: I was an addict, and I did terrible things, but I’m changed. My body yearned for her touch, one hug, one pat, one kiss. She’d hold me tight and whisper in my ears: ‘It doesn't define who you are. You’re changed. You’re my husband and a good father. That’s all that matters.’ There was none of those things in her eyes. Instead,