All Chapters of THE EX-WIFE HE COULDN’T DESTROY : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Feeble, shaky, and grief-stricken but she managed to find her phone in the bag and she unlocked it with a single swipe, but just as the tear dropped on it, the phone fell on the floor, and Alicia picked it with a slight groan. She was devoid of any strength. “It's broken,” she whispered weakly, drawing in a shaky breath as she stared at the dim light of the cracked screen of her phone. “Help me lord.” She managed to dial the first number of the emergency number but just as she tried to touch the second number it fell off again, it was then it occurred to her that if she was going to call them successfully, then one hand won't be enough, and with a quiet resolve she picked up the phone. Of course, it was now a spiderweb of cracks, and the light could barely be seen in the fractured glass of the screen. Slow and shaky, she was able to dial the number and in less than a minute, the call connected. “911 what's your emergency?” She heard a feminine voice on the other end o

“What do you mean by the cops are here?” Elysia asked, clutching her chest, staring at Emily's documents on the table. She was just about to open it when that news came in. “Yeah, they are here,” Mr. Henderson repeated, nodding, as his gaze fell to the floor but Elysia slumped to the floor slowly with her back against the wall. “Is it true?” Disbelief was etched in her voice as she fixed her eyes on the TV still imagining the picture that was displayed on the screen during the time of the announcement. “Do you believe she's actually gone?” The man sighed, taking a step forward. “I don't know her but yeah, I don't think it's a lie, given that CNN also talked about it.” “Same thing applied to Fox news, so…” His lips compressed into a thin line as he spread his arms, transferring it to his waist along the line. With a deep breath, Elysia rose to her feet, pushing back the hair that fell over to her front after she buried her face in her palms. “She was the one you s

“He's here,” a maid announced, moving away from where she was as Calvin stepped into the huge sitting room, spacious enough to contain hundreds of people, and he arched an eyebrow, scanning the place with a hand in his pocket. He inhaled deeply, taking it all in. “Where's she?” “Who sir?” The maid with a band on her left arm asked politely, avoiding his gaze as she noticed he was about to look at her. Without a doubt, you could tell that she was the leader among the other maids that were about ten in numbers. Calvin took his hands out of his pocket, walking towards the maid, calm and precise, and just immediately after he got to her, he placed his index below her chin, slowly raising her head to meet his gaze. “My grandmother,” he whispered, surprisingly, he had that warm look in his eyes. Something that was very rare to see. “Please take me there,” he gestured forward, turning his back on the rest of the maids as the woman led the way, pressing a button in the ele

Orion inhaled deeply, his eyes flickering open to see Seraphina who leaned on the wall with a hand behind her, and a glass in the other, and she took a sip immediately she noticed he was up. “You’re up,” she muttered, walking towards him, naked. “Are you going somewhere today?” He cleaned his eyes, inhaling deeply. “Umm…” “If it was up to me, I'd say you should stay here,” she bit her lower lips tracing a finger on the faint line in the middle of his chest that moved upward and downward with every inhale and exhale. “What do you say about that?” “Please turn the television on,” he gestured towards it, and Seraphina complied, tossing the remote on the bed, close to him. He picked it up and with a faint smile. “Thanks.” Everything he did, every action he took, it was just to distract himself from what happened back at the literary summit; the difference in Elysia's actions towards him and Damon. No one needed to tell him what to do in order to distract himself from th

“That was a surprising and nice speech.” Elysia remarked, using her index finger to brush off the tears that was at the corner of her eyes. “Had no idea he knew her for so long.” “Thought they met at work.” Up until the time he walked down the pulpit, Alicia did not take her eyes off him, not even once, and all that could be seen was hate, disdain and the pain from getting betrayed. Although she was not. “Nice speech?” She scoffed, biting her lower lips. “That does not change the fact that I hate that six feet two bastard!” Initially, Elysia never wanted to say anything but after Alicia's voice soared to a high pitch tone, she wrapped a hand around Alicia's mouth in a calm way. A way that would not make eyes glue to them, and she pulled Alicia's head closer to hers, eyes locking in the process. “Look at me Alicia, look at me,” she ordered in a low tone so as not to distract the priest who was rounding up already, prepared to send her body six feet under at the ceme