All Chapters of Divorce? Never Letting Go!: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Tamara.Killian looks hella confused, hurt.But he leaves, and only when the door finally closes behind him did I finally breathe.I lay still, my hand resting on my bump. Hazel nears with a confused expression, but she swallows it fast.“How are you feeling?” She asks, her voice etched with concern.“Better,” I managed but that's not true.I'm far from better, my mind's a mess.My heart nearly jumped out of my chest when I heard that.I don't know what to do, how to confront this, and the thought of the possibility that Katrina might not be bluffing is eating me up alive.There's a big chance that we might — actually be half sibling.I'm married to this man, carrying his baby. We've been…I shut my eyes.I couldn't even stop my tears, couldn't even hide my fear.This is all too much. I can't handle it.I feel like I'm choking on something, like I need to get away from all this.Like I need a break, to run off where there's no drama and figure out what to do next.There's mom, Hilda,

Killian.Now it makes so much sense.Greg was mom's first love. She didn't move on, she settled.He was a lot like him, same appearance, same hair color, same body build up.I wasn't wrong when I said mom married the Greg she could have.She seems devastated, shocked but I'm past caring.“Dad had a DNA test done,” I say to back up my claim. “So no, we aren't half sibling. I'll get another one done to prove to Tamara that we're not,”Mom stiffen, I see shock but there's something else, relief, guilt?She looks up slowly. “She's still not the right fit, Killian. She tried to kill you, how could you forgive that?”I hesitate.She continues. “And how sure are you the baby's yours? I mean, she did try to run off with a man, you can't trust a woman like that,”I take a step closer and lean toward her desk, my eyes locked on hers. “That’s where you're getting it all wrong mom. Tamara never did any of that shit. She was framed, I know who did it,” I say and trail off. “And unlike you she doesn

Killian.A month later.It's been pure hell without Tamara.No calls.No news.No nothing.Work has become my go-to for some kind of relief. I shut everyone out.Well, everyone except Damon and Seb.They just won't stay off like I asked everyone else to.I haven't heard or talked to my mother in a month.Let it stay that way.I just bury myself in work. It seems to work.“You need to stop,” Damon groaned as he walks into the room.He glances at his wrist watch. “It's Saturday for fucksake, 8PM.” He breathed out. “You need a goddamn break!”I don't stop.Didn't even look up.Seb doesn't say a word, just lingers.“Why are you both here?” I say, still typing away.“You're an ass,” Seb mused. “Ofcourse we're here to know if you're dead or alive,”That earns him a glare from me.Damon cuts in. “Look, we're worried, okay? No one works the way you do. You haven't spoken to anyone in a week, it's not healthy.”My phone beeps.I reach for it in a haste, thinking it's one of my men.Even though

Chloe.Pathetic.Katrina's pathetic. As if I'd be stupid enough to not notice that something's off.She's playing it nice, I'd give it to her.But if you have stayed long enough with someone, you'd definitely know when she's acting off.Even our conversation doesn't flow like it usually does.Of course she smiles, nods, laughs even.But I know it's all teeth and white.Her tone is deceptively sweet.Since she got back, I'd noticed she hasn't even made any effort toward bringing Killian and I together.I mean, that bitch is clearly out of the picture.No one said anything. I figured that out.I sense something fishy. Killian’s been acting strange, hasn't even taken my calls in a month.Refuses to see me, not even his own mother.It's just like he's isolating everyone, and he can only be that way when that bitch is involved.I'm certain it has everything to do with her.I'd play their games though.Act like I know nothing.My tracks are covered. Sylvia knows not to open her mouth even w

Tamara.One thing I love about this cottage is how serene it looks, the birds squeaking, the calmness.It's soothing.With a glass of juice in hand, I settle into the couch at the balcony.I've tried to put Hazel's words out of my mind but it's not working.Killian been a ghost of himself, him looking everywhere for me.I can't seem to not think about him.Sadly, I still care, a little too much, and it hurts when I feel this way.There's a knock.That pulls me out of my reverie.I tilt my head, surprised.I rarely get a knock except when I order something and I didn't.It could be my neighbor, Maria.A middle aged single mom who has been so kind to me.But she never visits without texting first.I whirl around and ignore the knock.It comes again.I pick my phone and text Maria.“Are you at my door?”No response.I aid myself up and walk to the door.When I peeped, there was no one out there.But I'm certain I heard someone knocking, twice.I pull the door open and step out a bit.My