บททั้งหมดของ Alpha Rafael: Chasing My Ex Wife: บทที่ 131 - บทที่ 140

RAFAEL I froze. It was like an entire wave had drained out of my system. Color drained from my face."For me?" I stuttered the word like it was another blow to my face—because of course, it was.I couldn’t place the piece. When? Where? The last time...Piece by piece, I remembered the night she had woken up by my side.Fuck! Could it be then?Freya, of all people, wouldn’t just lie about this. She had been faithful.Her eyes, instilled with fear, met my very confused own.Did she mean what she had just said Of course she did.I had never thought about being a father aside from now, I was going to be a father, and it wasn't from Lila, it wasn't from my bond mate. But from Freya?Oh damn! How fucked up could this ever be?The room suddenly feels too tight, too fucking loud. My heartbeat slamming against my ears like a war drum.I couldn't say a word, of course I had a lot to say, but nothing seems to come out from my mouth.“We’ll figure a way out of this,” I say finally, my voice low.

LILAHe strides in, his eyes staring at me like he isn't the reason why my heart is pounding so furiously."So, where were we?" his voice slurs, and my eyes flutter to meet his, tears glistening in them.He stops, the brightness on his face disappearing as he stares at me, his expression worrisome."What's wrong, sweetheart?" he asks, reaching to touch me, his height towering above me.I step back, dodging his touch. Like seriously?"Don't you dare touch me! Sweetheart? Is that even a word to you?" My voice is throaty as I speak, each word giving away my emotions-not like I was planning to hide them anyway.His face pulls into a frown as he gives me those innocent looks. Screw him!Really? He wants to play the saint? He really wants to act like he's the victim here? Like he didn't just twist every piece of me to fit his selfish little plan?I know I have skeletons in my cupboard and shouldn't judge... but not like this. I wasn't leading him on to break him or... I didn't even ask for

LILAHeartbroken?That word doesn't even scratch the surface of how I feel. It's like a hammer has been slammed straight through my chest, again and again, with no mercy.I gave Ava a handful of my salted tears, while she paced my room, swearing and cursing Rafael like her life depended on it.She was supposed to be on her second date with Jared-the one she's been dreaming about all week. But she canceled it last minute. For me.And as much as I hated being the reason, she insisted.Today, I finalized the divorce papers. After hours of pacing and mental warfare, I sat down with a lawyer and made it official. Done. Over.I could've just sent the lawyer to deliver the papers. But knowing Rafael? That wouldn't work. He'd find a way to twist it-to manipulate, negotiate, offer some stupid deal that sounds sweet on the outside and rots your soul on the inside.He might've played the nice guy for weeks now, but I know the monster that hides behind that smile. Cold. Ruthless. Calculated.If t

AVAThis would be the last time I'd ever get involved in anyone's relationship drama. Trust me.I don't hate Rafael, but I sure as hell don't like him either. The man put Lila through all kinds of pain, and each time... my soft, lollipop heart watches her fall right back into his arms like a pendulum on repeat. She likes him... no, she loves him.I thought it was finally over when we walked into that courtroom and signed those divorce papers. But oh well-apparently his dick's big enough, or maybe he's got some kinda voodoo, because she's still stuck on him like a damn spell.It's not that hard, babe. Just kiss his fucking ass goodbye and move on. But Lila's got such a soft soul, and I'm scared he's gonna keep breaking it, one sorry at a time.I walk into my regular coffee shop, heels clicking and patience thinner than the barista's mustache. Mr. Brown's nonsense is already crawling under my skin, and caffeine is the only thing standing between me and a workplace manslaughter charge. I

AVAThe date with Jared was everything I had hoped for, and then some. A sleek limousine, a restaurant that looked straight out of a bridal magazine, and him... looking like a goddamn dream in a suit that hugged him in all the right places.Okay, I'll admit it-I think I just bagged myself a Rafael. But like, the gentle kind. Not the "I'll throw you over my shoulder" type. More like "let me open the car door and pull out your chair" kind."Thank you," I murmured as I sat, watching him take his seat like he was born with royalty in his blood.Soft violin music played in the background. Roses in crystal vases. Dim golden lights casting romantic shadows on our table. This was the kind of place where a man gets on one knee and slides out a ring box-cue dramatic gasp and tears.Just the thought made my heart thud, loud and ridiculous in my chest.God, it felt like high school all over again-the magic, the butterflies, the way my cheeks ached from smiling too hard. Except, I'm not eighteen a