Ex-husband, You Broke The Wrong Woman 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 121 - 챕터 130

[Elena]The moment my brain registered what my brother just asked, every part of my body went still.My lips parted to say something, but I snapped them shut.This was different.Different from the first time he had asked if I knew Asher. Raphael didn't have that kind of look on his face right now, and that can only mean one thing. He knows!But how? Did he...I mean did he really dig into my past?"What do you mean?" I mumbled, my hand slipping from the table and clutching my dress underneath my desk. "What do you mean if I've known him before now?"His brow furrowed for a second. I could see the way his jaw clenched for a second before he released it. "It's just a question, Princess. Have you known him before now? And when? What was your relationship with him if you had?"My heart skipped.One part of my mind whispered that this might be a harmless question. He could just be asking out of curiosity or anything but another part of my mind knew better.From the way he sounded on the ph

[Elena] Thirty minutes later, a knock came at my door. "Come in," I said softly and the door swung open. My lips pressed into a small smile as I watched Cassie look ever so beautiful making her way in. "Hey friend." Cassie purred. I rose to my feet and circled the table just as she stretched out her arms. "Welcome," I mumbled, giving her a side hug before ushering her to sit. I walked back to my seat and settled down, turning to stare at one of the most beautiful women I've ever met. "So here we are? The newest resident of Boston." I teased and Cassie waved her hand, smiling. "I moved in two days ago like I told you, and of course, I wanted to come see you as soon as possible. I already missed you." "Urgh, that's so sweet. I missed you too." Her brow furrowed for a second as she stared at me, her lips pressed together and just as I was about to ask if everything was okay, she cut me off. "Are you okay?" My brow creased. "I am, why?" She leaned a bit closer, placing her hand

[Asher]"What the fuck are you talking about?" My hand slammed against the desk as I tried to make sense of what the hell was going on.But he said nothing. Silence.My jaw clenched, my lips pursed and just when I opened my mouth to speak, Raphael's voice cut through. "Asher Langston, you and that thing you call a wife messed with the wrong person!" And just like that the line went dead.I stood still right in the middle of my office, trying to calm the fury brewing inside me but it felt impossible.My chest heaved, my hand tightened on my phone as I tried to comprehend what the hell was going on and it suddenly clicked.The day you made my sister shed a tear.His sister, Elena? Wait a damn minute.What did Elena tell Raphael?I swallowed so hard my throat hurt. My hand trembled. I was beginning to see red.A low chuckle left my lips, and before I knew it, I was dialing back Raphael's number.Once. Twice. And up until the fifth ring, it went straight to voicemail.I picked up my car

[Elena]I couldn’t stop staring at Noel throughout our conversation. I still can’t tell if it’s just my mind messing with me or if I’ve actually seen him somewhere before.When I couldn’t take it anymore, I decided to ask."Have we met before?" I asked quietly.Cassie blinked in surprise, and the moment she realized I was directing the question at her fiancé, her brow furrowed. She looked from me to Noel.Noel—who hadn’t said much all evening—turned his attention to me, but before he could speak, I cut him off. "You just look… familiar. That’s why I’m asking. I can’t place exactly where I’ve seen your face."Something flashed across his eyes—quick, subtle—but I caught it before he hid it.A small smile tugged at his lips, and instead of responding, he lifted his glass and took a slow sip of wine.My gaze shifted to Cassie. Her lips were pressed downward, and she downed the remaining wine in her glass before setting it aside. She stared at Noel, and the expression on her face made my b

[Vienna] I couldn't breathe properly. No—scratch that. I hadn’t been able to breathe for the past few hours, no matter how hard I tried. Every inhale felt thin, like someone was pinching off my airway. My lips wobbled, my hands shook uncontrollably as I stared at Darian lying on that small hospital bed—pale, still, hooked up to machines that kept reminding me of how fragile all of this was. The room smelled like antiseptic and cold metal, and every beep felt like it was drilling straight into my skull. I was supposed to be like this because of Darian’s health. Because I haven’t come up with another plan on how to kidnap Elena. Because Asher might be two steps away from discovering the secret I’ve buried so deep it should have suffocated by now. The way my body is trembling right now should be about all of that. But no. I mean fucking no. That is not the reason I’m sweating through my clothes. That is not the reason my throat feels tight like there’s a stone lodged inside it. Tha