Lahat ng Kabanata ng Divorced My Husband And Found Love: Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

Delilah’s POV I felt a knot of frustration tighten in my stomach. I never wanted this. I didn’t want to be a prisoner in my own life. All I wanted was to deal with this on my own terms, to fight this fight without turning our lives into a fortress.The guards were now a source of tension for me. They made me feel watched, even in the kitchen which was supposed to be my sanctuary. I felt their eyes on me every time.The rest of the day was a blur of nervous smiles and whispered conversations. The customers, who were usually a lively crowd, were repressed. The warm and welcoming atmosphere was now strained and uncomfortable. This wasn’t fair. This wasn’t right. Calix, in his rash attempt to protect me, was ruining my life. He was taking away the one thing that made me feel like myself.Just as I was walking back to my office after finishing my kitchen duties for the day, I heard my name.“Delilah! Delilah Knight!”I turned to see a man in a grey suit, striding through the dining room l

Delilah’s POV Two bodyguards stood a few feet away from her, scanning the room with military focus.My chest ached. This wasn’t childhood. This wasn’t what she deserved—living her life in corners, flanked by men with guns.I wanted to walk over, scoop her up, and apologize for everything. For Calix, for Silas, for myself. But the photographer clapped her hands.“Smile, darling!”So I did. I smiled for the cameras, my lips stretched so wide my cheeks hurt, my hands steady on a dish of risotto I plated for the shot. I tilted my head, let the lights catch me just right, and laughed when they told me to.I pushed the thoughts down, deep into a corner of my mind. I pretended that everything was normal, that my life wasn't being threatened.Hours later, when the crew finally packed up, I collapsed in one of the chairs in the restaurant’s dining area, tugging at the pins in my hair until they clattered on the table. My body felt like I had been run over by a dozen tractors.That was when Ro

Delilah's povThe tension in the house was beginning to suffocate us all, I could tell. The house wasn’t filled with our usual comfortable silence but rather an eerie stillness. Weeks had bled into each other, each one a replica of the last, marked by the constant presence of the guards, the hourly perimeter checks and locked gates. Our home had become a fortress, and we, its unwilling occupants, were growing restless within its walls.I sat at the kitchen island, idly stirring a cup of herbal tea, the warmth doing little to calm the nerves that had settled deep in my bones. Calix was on the phone in his office. Maybe another call with the security detail, another layer of protection being planned. Naomi was supposed to be doing her homework, but I knew the tension was becoming unbearable when she stood up and stormed her father’s office.I could hear Naomi’s voice rising but I couldn’t make out her words. Suddenly, a frustrated groan echoed through the quiet house. “This is ridiculou

Third person povThe news came late in the afternoon, while Calix was still in the office.He had been bent over a spread of quarterly reports when his phone buzzed with the secure line—one only his head of security ever used. The moment he saw the name flash, his heartbeat raced.“Talk,” he answered sharply.On the other end, Mateo’s voice was low but it carried the kind of weight Calix had come to dread.“We picked up movement. Sightings from separate sources matching Silas’s description. The latest confirmed ping was from a burner phone downtown an hour ago. Silas is in the city.”Calix leaned back in his chair, tension knotting the muscles in his shoulders. “Where?”“Near the docks earlier this week. Today in Midtown. He’s not being subtle anymore.”The silence stretched. Calix forced himself to breathe evenly. He had always known Silas would resurface, it was only a matter of when. But hearing it confirmed, hearing the one person who wanted him dead was roaming the same streets a

Julian's povThe warehouse stank of rust and oil—like everything I used to think I’d never settle for. Old, rusted lamps hung from beams like dead vines, swaying when the wind slipped through cracks in the rickety roof. I shoved my hands deep into my coat pockets, pretending I wasn’t shivering from more than the cold.I’d been waiting outside for over twenty minutes, pacing around and trying to calm my nerves. Finally, I walked in, trying to hold my shoulders back as if I still had some kind of power left.Silas sat in the shadows, his frame seated in a chair that looked like it was straining to hold him. He looked older than I remembered. His face was lined with the telltale signs of aging and the white strands had overtaken the black strands of his hair, leaving him with a head full of grey hair. His eyes were still the same. Sharp. Cold. Dangerous.“You’re late,” he said, his voice raspy.I smirked, hoping that it covered the trembling of my lips. “Traffic. You know how this city g