All Chapters of After Divorce, I Became The Ex-husband's True Love: Chapter 241 - Chapter 250

Bellatrix walked out of the Laurent mansion with a tight chest and complicated thoughts.Sighing, she ran her fingers through her hair and pulled out her phone, intending to book a ride as she had now returned the car she'd been driving, Cillian's car.Perhaps it was time she got one of her own, she thought, a feeble attempt to distract her mind from the unwanted thoughts haunting her.Halfway into booking her ride, a familiar spot car suddenly stopped in front of her. Bellatrix looked up from her phone and her expression dropped a bit.Just her luck! She just finished dealing with Cillian and now him?What the hell did he want?The window of the car rolled down as if reading her mind and Damien stuck his head out, signature smile playing along his lips."Bella," he greeted.She should have felt happy, returned his greeting with a smile or her usual attitude. But today, she wasn't having any of it."Damien," her voice came out harsher than she anticipated. Not that she cared. "Care to

Color instantly drained from Bellatrix's face and she froze.Her son's existence? Charlie?Her heart skipped a beat at the realization, hammering furiously in her chest when it resumed its beat.For a second, her emotions bleed across her expression—eyes wide, mouth hanging agape, the perfect expression for a culprit who'd just been caught in an act.Then she composed herself, coming off as unfazed, despite the sound of her heart in her ear and her fingers digging into the center of her palm."You knew? When and how?"Damien took his time to answer. The silence felt longer than it should have, suffocatingly so.Bellatrix felt her chest tighten. Her emotions threatened to spill, but she fought them back, keeping her expression as composed as possible.However, the longer Damien's gaze lingered on her—eyes holding a light that screamed he held more knowledge than she probably would ever know—the harder than task

The rest of her day was spent with her family. By the time Bellatrix turned in for the night with Charlie once again tucked beside her, she felt better.Staring at the face of her child, she swore to make the right decisions from now on.That night, as she drifted to sleep, she had a dream of the first time she saw Cillian.It was the first time his family had come over. She was in the process of chasing a butterfly when she saw him standing underneath the ray of the sun.At that moment, he looked majestical and lonely at once and something about his presence made her hide and watch him from a corner.That day, she didn't approach him, not when he tried petting a cat that ended up scratching his hand, not when he looked fed up with adult talk.She just watched him, without knowing his name, or who he was.It was only the following week, when he visited again, that he saved her from falling off a tree and she learnt who he was.

Cillian's hatred for hospitals remained unchanged just like his expression as he sat in the waiting hall, a day after his chronic fever had spiked.It happened in the middle of the night and with the absence of Bellatrix—the only person who apparently knew how to handle his condition—Albert panicked and immediately sent him in for observation.So here he sat, discharged after insisting he was okay and three whole hours of lecture from the doctor. In front of him, Albert stood, concluding with the doctor who wrote prescriptions, handed out pills and occasionally, looked in his direction to deliver stern warnings.But his words easily went over Cillian's head. Despite his composed expression, Cillian's mind was a mess, replaying Bellatrix's departure.His health—in spite of how serious his condition was—was the last thing on his mind.Only by the sound of his phone ringing, did he snap out of his thoughts.He blinked, t

Ghostly silence settled over the room the moment those words rolled off Mary's tongue.For a second, Cillian's murderous aura completely disappeared, replaced by confusion, surprise and something else he didn't dare acknowledge right now.Beside him, Rourke mirrored his expression, albeit more surprised.Bellatrix gave birth to a child five years ago? Could it be?He casted a glance in Cillian's direction, but before he could voice his thoughts, Cillian had already beaten him to it.With one brisk step, he closed the space between him and Mary, wrapping his fingers tightly around her arm and yanking her forward, effortlessly."What are you talking about?"Faced with eyes burning with an intensity that could turn a person's brain into mush, Mary shrunk, stumbling over her words as she tried to explain herself."Regina...it was all Regina, I swear." It was a lie. She was the main culprit behind the findings, but obviously, Cillia