Alle Kapitel von Dear Ex-husband, I Don't Love You Anymore : Kapitel 71 – Kapitel 80

JaylenMy mind races as I cut through the other cars and speed past the traffic lights.About a dozen men, no bullet proof vest, no backup, just a shit load of guns and bullets to bring down an entire mob of elephants.I remember Dan’s words from the other night. He called me evil. I did not know what to think of it. Dan said a lot of things just to fuck with my mental. But he was serious when he said it. Maybe I was actually evil.If the truth finally comes out to Diana, how would she feel about me? Would she be sick and reject me? She would be disgusted, certainly.She would never look at me the same way, she would never smile at me. She would never let me touch her.My grip tightens on the sterling wheel as I reach the street. I stop and strap the gun holsters to my body. When I reach the house, I don't even look to make sure there aren't men hiding in the hall bushes outside. Rage slams through me, pushing away all my resolve. I have nothing on my mind except from murder. I t

It was late evening and Rachael had prepared the ingredients she would use to cook Dinner. It was a particularly quiet evening, because Nathan had stepped out and Miss Diana was in her room somewhere. She worried that the events of last night might have shocked Diana and Mr Nathan but she knew that they would come out of it…. She did not understand how or why the man had broken in, but Nathan had called the police and they were getting it solved, hopefully. Rachael hummed softly to herself as she dusted the mahogany shelves in the grand sitting room, the sound almost swallowed by the vast silence of the house. She did not mind working in the quiet, it actually made her calm. She walked past a golden vase that Nathan had particularly ordered from China. It was from the 18th century, as Rachael had heard from the man who had delivered it. She dusted around the vase, making sure to be extremely careful. She was always careful around these sorts of things. She didn't want to ruin or

(Hello, it's the author here. If you're coming from the previous chapter and you had seen Nathan instead of Jaylen, please I apologise. I was so exhausted when I was writing it and I'm just realizing while I'm going through the editing but I've published it already. If you didn't see Nathan, then I have edited it already. It onky happened in chap. Seventy two and seventy three. Thank you for your understanding, Hummingbird) DIANA Diana had been sitting on the terrace for hours and she should have reached half of the book by now but she was consumed by thoughts. She sat curled in the corner of the velvet couch, the thick hardcover book resting open on her lap. The soft golden light from the lamp beside her spilled over the pages, warm and steady. She felt like a fragile island of calm in a world that had felt anything but calm these last two days.Her fingers lingered on the edge of the book, but her eyes didn’t move across the words. She wasn’t really reading, that's why she's bee

Jaylen moves like a blade through smoke. He was silent and keyed to a single purpose. Every step toward the penthouse hammers a rhythm into his chest: anger, regret, hunger. He has the taste of it on his tongue, iron and salt and something that feels dangerously like regret. He should never have left her. He should have been there. That thought scratches at him until it bleeds. He doesn’t deserve the way she looks at him, the way she trusts him and yet this is the kind of situation he throws her into because she's his partner. But undeserved or not, he will not lose her.The city blurs when he drives. Lights smear into ribbons. He doesn’t think in streets anymore, instead he thinks in points of entry, in chokeholds, in variables to be crushed. A hundred plans that would have sufficed die in the furnace of his fury; only one remains: get her back, whatever it costs.The penthouse isn’t a home tonight, it’s a crime scene he intends to rewrite. He doesn't even know whether he breathes a

“Please don't leave me.” I could hear the desperation in my voice and dear God, it made me cringe. But my fear was real, I didn't want to be left alone. Not again, no. Blade and Spade exchanged looks, they didn't really need to explain much. They were the police and that's the only hope I needed. Some moments ago, I wasn't expecting to get rescued by some strangers. But even when there was no reason to hope, I wished that someone found me and now someone found me. “We're not leaving you here, look at me.” Blade stretched his hand to me and I grabbed him. His hands were strong and calloused but his eyes were soft and kind. “We don't even have the keys to access every cell right now. But we need to kill all these other people, they don't know that we are here and they will kill us if they know who we are. Do you understand me?”When I nodded my head he rubbed my hand soothingly. “We are still going to be here, in this building. There's a lot of other people that we need to save.”