All Chapters of After Divorce, I Became The Ex-husband's True Love: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Bellatrix's mood had done a total three sixty after meeting Cillian and the fact that the encounter with him left a bitter taste in her mouth, was an understatement.It had been quite some time since she had seen someone as ridiculously entitled as Cillian.So, with a scowl etched into the fine lines of her face, Bellatrix stormed back into her residence, silently fuming as she made her way upstairs and towards her bedroom.Her skin still tingled and burned in a way she didn't like, all evidence that Cillian had laid his filthy hands on her and Bellatrix wanted nothing more than to rid herself of his scent and touch.So, as soon as she got to her room, she stripped from her current attire and walked straight into her bathroom.The shower was quick and cold, the type that would leave one freezing, but for Bellatrix, she couldn't seem to feel the cold, her body burning from the anger that coursed through her.But the longer she stood in the co

Nathan was already outside by the time Bellatrix stepped out.Bowing, he held open the door to the back seat and waited until Bellatrix had slid gracefully into the car, before facing her."Where too Ms. Bellatrix?" He asked.Bellatrix took out a paper containing the location of her family residence and gave it to him. The assistant took one look, lingering for a second longer with a slight frown on his face before he faced his boss once more."The Lancaster residence?" He asked, sounding more worried than curious.Bellatrix understood where or rather, why he was showing such an emotion. Apart from Avery who had been by her side the past five years, knowing her as well as she knew herself, Nathan was another person that knew her well.He knew her stories and what had led to her current City. It was either from the late nights where she'd stay awake, discussing with Avery, pouring out her heart to the one person that knew she wasn't as strong

Cillian had followed Bellatrix from behind, ignoring the way Regina’s steps flattered, hesitation present in her stance, or the way she picked at the tips of her bandaged finger.His full attention at that time was all on Bellatrix. He watched her from behind, his gaze focused, glued, observant, almost as if staring that hard would give him the answers he wanted.Almost as if staring that hard, would let him see everything she has been through in the past five years. Everything that shaped her into the woman she was today.The journey towards Joe's room finally came to an end. Bellatrix stood in front of the door for a few seconds and Cillian watched with undisturbed eyes, as she took a deep breath, seemingly readying herself, before pushing the door open and stepping inside.He followed closely behind, taking a second himself, to brace himself as he stepped in, expecting to see the usual—orderly bedding, a decently cared-for man resting under

The moment Cillian heard those words, he could no longer remain quiet.“That’s enough, Bellatrix.” He said as he stepped forward and pushed Regina gently behind him, shielding her from Bellatrix’s icy gaze, which turned colder—if possible—upon seeing this.Of course he was going to protect her. She was his lover, the one thing he was willing to sacrifice everything for, even his very own wife and child.Bellatrix clenched her jaw at the thought and her heart, against her will, clenched slightly, but the anger she felt, the hatred directed towards the two people in front of her, far outweighed that tiny pain.Cillian, taking her second of silence as her answer, carried on. “Your father's condition is serious, but treating Regina like this won’t change anything. It’s not the answer, Bellatrix. So stop.” He said boldly, with as much authority as the one he'd talk to a servant with.Bellatrix’s expression, however, didn’t waver. Instead, she took a single step forward, her heels clicking

Minutes after Bellatrix walked into her father's room, a loud banged echoed throughout the house, after which complete silence settled.In the quiet of the house, the only thing that seemed to make noise was the soft beeping of Joe's hospital machine and the sound of his labored breath through the breathing mask.Bellatrix sat beside him in a chair, studying his every feature, taking note of how much thinner he has become. The skin at the bottom of his eyes, along with his cheeks, had all gone in so much that she could practically see the outline of his bones.The gentle rise and fall of his chest was the only thing that gave testament to the life he was holding onto.Gingerly, Bellatrix reached out and slipped her fingers into her father's hand. His skin felt cold against her warm one.“Dad,” Softly, she muttered, giving his hand a gentle squeeze, as if doing so would chase away the cold. “Your daughter's back now, so…please wake up.”The only response she got was the sound of the ho