Lahat ng Kabanata ng DEAR STRANGER, MARRY ME AGAIN: Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

SLOANE“I really don't like this,” Tyson says as he drives us to Mum Ari's house. Kate and Nate are asleep in the back seat, too tired to ask if we're there yet. I guess they're the only ones excited about this trip.“They're my family, Ty. The kids deserve to know them.” I explain, hoping he will understand why I'm doing this.Tyson has been a very good friend in so many ways and stayed with us even when he didn't need to. When I was overcoming postpartum, he helped me take care of the twins, which was so hard because, unlike Nate, Kate had some complications and needed 24/7 supervision. With the secret hanging over our heads, Alex had to be extra careful because Ian is equally as powerful, if not more, and I couldn't leave the city or the country because his friend Zane would get wind of it. Honestly, I've never hated power and influence as much as I hated it those days.“But what will happen to me?” He asks as he steps on the brakes, waiting for the traffic lights to turn green.

SLOANE“He hates me.”“Can't exactly blame him in that department.” Isabelle says through her teeth. “Isabelle.” Rose gives her a look, but Isabelle just glares at me.“What!”“No, it's okay. I betrayed all of you, and no matter how sorry I am. What I did can't be written off with just an apology.” I say to Rose, who gives me a sympathetic look.“I doubt it's okay. Athena and Alex are on each other's necks because Alex is hell-bent on protecting you, and Athena is hell-bent on protecting Ian. You took a bullet for her, so that should tell you something about how low you went for someone who lost herself when she heard about your death to not take your side.”“Isabelle.” Rose stands.“No!” She shouts. Tears welling in her eyes, and it breaks my heart knowing I caused that. “Just stop! Stop making her feel like it's okay. What she did is fucked up. Now I have to fight with Luca, of all people because he won't stop running his mouth and I have an obligation to defend you because you're m

SLOANE“I don't think this is a good idea.” I look around nervously as Tyson twirls me around. “Having a dance? How so?” He asks like he has no idea what I mean.My husband is a stranger. At first I couldn't remember him and now he won't acknowledge me. Why is everything so against us?When I walked in, I thought I'd get a rise out of him or any kind of reaction, but he didn't even look at me. I felt worthless, and it hurt more than anything. I then realized those glances he used to give me and the way he was all over me were things I should have never taken for granted. Luca hates me, but I know he will come around when I earn back his forgiveness, which can't be said the same about Ian. He doesn’t process feelings like we do. This means the disappointment the others feel must be a hundred times more with him, and that brings me to my knees.I thought I had a plan. I thought it would be simple. But as I move in lazy steps, not caring if I'm on tune to the song or not, I realize th

SLOANE“Why do you look spooked? Athena asks me as she takes a seat in front of me. “Me? Spooked? Are you seeing things?” I laugh putting my phone back in my bag. I am spooked. Tyson has been MIA for a week now, and what's even worse is he quit his job at the hospital, which makes it hard to find him. I felt so bad with how we left off things and wanted to talk to him. He was right, I was no Saint. I knew he liked me, and I let him think we could be something more, so basically, I'm the one to blame. He has been with me for so long, saved me so many times, and I owe him so much. I've already lost so much. I can't add him to the list, too. “Well, if you mean looking from left to right every time the bell chimes doesn't ring spook bells, then you totally aren't!” She says, looking at me searching for what I don't know.I sigh, leaning back in my seat as I order a milkshake. “I'm okay. Well, my heart is in shreds, but I'm alive.”“He will come around.” She says softly, squeezing my h

SLOANE “What did you just say?” Ian looks at me with a shocked expression, like I just shoved a knife through his heart. Well, from how I deliver news lately, I might as well have. “This wasn't how it was supposed to go. I… I was supposed to talk to you and then tell you about the twins. I know you already hate me, and now this? Oh God!” I squat, burying my face in my hands.My chest heaves, shame clawing at me until I feel sick. He won’t help me. I kept it hidden from him for more than 5 years. I should have called. I should have told him, but how? Was I just supposed to dial his number and say, ‘Oh hey, I’m not dead, and by the way, you’re a father?!’The silence between us is suffocating. I hear the scrape of his chair, the heavy weight of his footsteps closing in, and my heart pumps faster and faster as the sounds get closer. His hand grips my arm, yanking me up from the floor, making me meet his brown eyes, which burn through me like wildfire.“You mean to tell me,” he says s