All Chapters of BORROWED LOVE ON ICE : Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

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A CLUE

XAVIER'S POVEvery single day has dragged on—long, tormenting, and unforgiving—and each one has felt like a slow, relentless punishment.I still remember the afternoon I learned the truth. I found out from Davis—the investigator Melissa had hired—that she had asked him to dig into what really happened at the hotel that night. The night I got stabbed. The same night that tore us apart.The revelation hit me like a wrecking ball, tearing down every wall of pride, anger, and denial I had built to protect myself. My chest burned. My throat tightened. My entire body felt like it was on fire, but not the kind of fire that gives warmth—the kind that consumes. And all I could think about was Melissa. My Melissa. The girl I doubted. The woman I accused. The love I betrayed.The moment the truth sank in, I rushed to her apartment. My heart raced with hope, fear, and desperation all at once. I pounded on her door so hard, I thought I’d break it down. But when her neighbor opened their door inst

Last Updated : 2025-09-20

I WASN'T LETTING GO

XAVIER'S POV After that call, I felt like the air had finally cleared around me. Relief spread through my chest so powerfully that it almost hurt. For the first time in months, there was hope. A real chance. Davis had confirmed it—Melissa was alive, she was well, and she was in London. That one word—London—felt like oxygen rushing into my lungs. Now, all that was left was finding her exact location. I’d already asked Davis to keep in touch with his sources, to dig deeper, to send me even the smallest hint. I told him I didn’t care how much it cost, didn’t care how many sleepless nights it took him. He had one job now: to bring Melissa back to me. “Melissa, I’m coming for you,” I whispered into the empty room, pacing like a restless child. My voice cracked a little, but the conviction behind it was steady. “I’m so sorry.” The words weren’t loud, but they carried everything that had been trapped in me for months—guilt, longing, pain, and hope all rolled into one fragile promise.

Last Updated : 2025-09-20

A CHANCE

XAVIER'S POV Morning came by so quickly, I could hardly believe it. It felt like the sun rose just for me. For the first time in months, I wasn’t dragging myself out of bed like a man carrying chains. I was restless, excited, nervous—all at once. The fact that I was one step closer to finding Melissa was a thrill I couldn’t describe.I got up, washed up, and made myself a simple breakfast—eggs and toast, nothing special. But even that felt different. Every bite felt like fuel for the mission ahead. For the first time, I wasn’t just going through motions.After breakfast, I grabbed the mop and broom and started cleaning my apartment. I scrubbed the countertops, vacuumed the living room, dusted shelves I hadn’t touched in months. I don’t even know why I did it—maybe I wanted to distract myself, maybe I wanted to feel like I was preparing for something bigger. Deep down, I think I cleaned like a man expecting his family to come home after a long trip.Because that’s what Melissa was t

Last Updated : 2025-09-21

I FOUND HER.

XAVIER’S POV As I made my way out of the plane, I exhaled like I’d been holding my breath the entire way. My palms were sweaty, my body tense, but beneath the nervousness was something stronger—a strange kind of hope I hadn’t allowed myself in months. Melissa was close. Somewhere in this city, breathing the same air as me, living her life without knowing how desperately I’d been searching for her.I rushed through baggage claim, barely registering my surroundings. The airport felt like a blur of faces, luggage wheels scraping against tiled floors, and distant overhead announcements that I didn’t hear. My thoughts were fixed only on her.London felt different from Manchester, colder but alive in its own chaotic rhythm. The traffic buzzed, people walked fast, conversations floated past me in accents that sounded thicker, sharper. But none of it mattered. Nothing mattered except getting to her. I booked a room at a hotel close to the address Davis had given me. My hands shook as I ha

Last Updated : 2025-09-21

HOW?

MELISSA’S POV Oh my gosh, hot tears streamed down my cheeks—the past I thought I had buried for four months now came crashing back with full force. How could he possibly find me? How?I sat on the edge of my couch, my fingers twisting the hem of my dress, my heart still racing hours after I had slammed the door in his face. My chest ached, my palms were clammy, and no matter how hard I tried to breathe, it felt like my lungs were filled with smoke.Xavier.The one person I had spent months trying to erase from my life. The one person I swore I would never see again. The one who broke me so completely that sometimes I doubted if I would ever recover.And now he had found me.I pressed both palms to my face and groaned. “How, Xavier? How the hell did you find me?”I had been careful. I left no trail. I changed my number, deleted every account, even moved cities for crying out loud and yet, somehow, he still showed up at my doorstep, stammering apologies like they could fix the wreckag

Last Updated : 2025-09-21

PREGNANT?

XAVIER’S POVWhat just happened?I stood outside Melissa’s apartment, staring at the closed door like a fool who had just been thrown out of his own home. My palms felt clammy, my throat burned, and I couldn’t seem to catch my breath. A thousand thoughts crashed in my head, colliding against each other until it became impossible to string one into sense.I had been searching for her for months—months of restless nights, endless guilt, and dead ends. Every city felt like a maze where she was hiding just out of reach. And then today, I finally found her. The relief that flooded my chest when she opened that door—it was like I had finally come up for air after drowning.But within seconds, she slammed that same door in my face.Exactly the way I did to her months ago.I leaned back against the wall, sliding a hand through my damp hair, my chest tightening with a sharp ache. I knew I deserved her anger. I had half-expected her to push me away. But not like this—not with that level of veno

Last Updated : 2025-09-22

BUT NO MORE

XAVIER'S POV The city outside my hotel window was restless, alive with horns, streetlights and vehicles revving in the late night traffic. London never really slept, but tonight it felt like the whole world was wide awake with me. I sat on the edge of the bed, shoes still on, tie loosened, staring at the floor like it held answers I desperately needed.Melissa’s voice still echoed in my ears, sharp and trembling with fury, shutting me out. Her door slamming had been final—like a gavel, sentencing me to my own torment. But that wasn’t what ripped me open the most. It was her belly. The undeniable curve beneath her clothes. A child.Every breath I drew came with the same stabbing thought: She’s pregnant.I stood up, paced to the window, then back to the bed. My fists kept clenching and unclenching at my sides. “Think, Xavier. Think,” I muttered under my breath. My mind jumped to the worst possibilities first—what if it wasn’t mine? What if, while I was too proud and blind, someone el

Last Updated : 2025-09-22

NOT ON OUR CHILD

XAVIER'S POV The drive to Melissa’s apartment stretched endlessly, each passing second dragging like an anchor on my nerves. My chest clenched with unease, palms slick with sweat, and my thoughts ran wild. Every jolt of the car sent a fresh wave of tension through me, tightening the knot in my gut.The driver glanced at me through the mirror. He must have noticed how stiff I looked, sitting forward on the seat as though bracing for impact. I held onto the bouquet of white roses I had gotten from a roadside florist shop while we were coming , their soft petals trembling slightly in my grip. On the seat beside me, bags upon bags of baby items filled the space—onesies, bottles, diapers, blankets. Everything a new baby could possibly need. I had bought it all.When the taxi pulled up in front of her building, I froze. My throat closed, my heart thudded violently. This is it, Xavier. No turning back now.The driver got out first, opening the trunk and lifting the bags with practiced ea

Last Updated : 2025-09-22

MAYBE I'LL LET HIM

MELISSA'S POV I can’t keep doing this. Of the truth, I love Xavier, but I don’t know if my heart can keep carrying the weight of this back-and-forth. He shows up, begs, buys gifts, makes promises, and for a moment I feel weak, but then the memories rush back like a storm. The rejection, the harsh words, the way he made me feel like nothing when all I ever wanted was to be enough for him.But today… Today felt different.When I closed the door behind him, a bouquet in my hand and bags of baby items piled in my living room, I pressed my back against the door and slid down to the floor. My heart was still racing, my hands trembling, but not out of anger—at least not entirely. It was something else. I rested my hand against my belly, the gentle swell that had become the center of my universe. My baby shifted faintly inside me, and for a second I imagined Xavier’s face when he first saw me at the door. He didn’t look like the arrogant man who felt I betrayed him before. No, his eyes

Last Updated : 2025-09-23

BUT SHE WAS WRONG.

LOUIS’ POV Months had passed, yet it still felt like she had just slipped through my fingers—leaving behind a silence that refused to fade.Four long months, and in all that time, the only whispers I got about her came from the stalker I paid to shadow her life like a ghost. This morning, his latest update nearly knocked the wind out of me.“Boss, she’s in London… and she’s pregnant.”Pregnant.I repeated that word in my head a dozen times. Pregnant. My Melissa is carrying another man’s child. I don’t know why it stung. It's been a few years, though—I just wanted revenge, to teach her a lesson. She had moved on while I was still here thinking, replaying, reliving the moment she walked away from me.felt like a blade twisting in my chest. I clenched my fists until my knuckles cracked.At first, I told myself to let it slide. She’d made her choice, after all. But then the thought wouldn’t leave me alone: Melissa, smiling, happy, glowing with pregnancy—while I was left behind, forgotte

Last Updated : 2025-09-23

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