All Chapters of Ex and Son Beg, But I Never Turn Back: Chapter 391 - Chapter 400

Willow’s POVLogan’s words settled on me, and I looked at Luigi quizzically.“What do you mean she’s gone?” I asked. Then I realized that the children were still there, so I gently told them to go upstairs. Logan looked really distraught and I didn’t want the children to see him like that.“Come,” I told Logan. “Let’s go into the parlour. Luigi, can you bring in some coffee?”Luigi nodded as Logan followed me into the parlour. We both sat down, but Logan was uneasy. He sat hunched over, his elbows rested on his knees.“I don’t know what happened,” Logan started. “Half way through the party last night, she left. And I tried texting her, but she didn’t reply. So I went to her apartment after the party and…”“Wait. What?” I asked. “What do you mean you went to her apartment?” I was struggling to make sense of what Logan was telling me. Why would he go to Sasha’s apartment?Just then, Luigi came in, carrying a tray of coffee cups. He passed a cup to each of us and then took a seat beside m

Third Person POVCow boys weren’t all they’re chalked up to be. That was Beatrice’s opinion after just one short month in Dallas. She’d landed in Dallas with a forced optimism, trying to convince herself that her time in Dallas could be fun.It wasn’t.Dallas was hot, humid, and busy. Not to mention the constant country music, which was not exactly her cup of tea. She couldn’t escape it no matter where she went. She missed her city.She was willing to stick it out though, for the sole purpose of sabotaging that bitch Willow. Making her way down the busy downtown Dallas street, Beatrice paused outside her storefront. She had to admit, it was pretty nice-looking, not that she’d had any say in the design. As a franchise, all the stores had to look a certain way. So Beatrice had basically done nothing while the store was built from the specific designs sent over from Willow herself.Unlocking the door, Beatrice saw the large package in the middle of the floor. It must have been delivered

Willow’s POVThe scent of roasting turkey took over the kitchen. It was Thanksgiving day, and the mood was light and happy. Logan was playing a game with the kids in the parlour, and their laughter echoed through the house.Logan was still staying at our house, and we offered to let him stay through the long weekend. He was actually nice to have around, and he kept the kids entertained for us while Luigi and I checked on the final dinner details.We would be eating in the formal dining room, and I’d gone through the liberty of assigning seats for everyone, with hand crafted place cards. Checking in on the dining room, Luigi was busy putting out the fine china and cutlery. A massive bouquet of orange and yellow flowers sat in the center of the table, and the glasses shone under the dining room chandelier.It was my first official Thanksgiving in the estate, and as the hostess, I wanted everything to be perfect, even if it was just family friends. I’d asked the chef to prepare a lavish m

Willow’s POVPanic seized me as I stared at my father. His face was twisted in a look of pain, his eyes wide, his hand clenched over his chest. Suddenly, he fell to his seat.“Oh my god,” I said. “Luigi, call the ambulance.” Pushing back my chair, I rushed to my father's side.He groaned, gritting his teeth.“Grandpa?” Leo called out, his eyes wide with fear.“Children,” Ava told me, “Come with me please.” She and Luigi exchanged a look as Luigi dialled for an ambulance.Ava tried to usher the children out of the dining room, but Leo wouldn’t go. He began crying.“What’s happening?” he asked. “What’s wrong with grandpa?”Logan took Leo’s hand. “Come on, bud,” he said. “Let’s go with Grandma Ava into the parlour.”Everything was happening so fast. Gripping my father’s hand, he gripped back, moaning in pain.“It’s okay,” I told him. “Help is coming. You’re okay.”He looked into my eyes, his eyes frantic at first. But then a calmness washed over them and he looked at me with love.“My Wil

Luigi’s POVWeaving through the throngs of people that had shown up to pay their condolences to Benjamin, I did my best to greet them all. Willow sat in the corner, exhausted, but doing much better than she’d been doing all week.I’d actually started to worry about, to really worry. She spent most of the week in bed, crying, unable to get up. But at the cemetery, she’d taken a turn. Somehow, she’d regained her strength. And now she thanked whoever went over to her, with a weak smile, but a smile nonetheless.“It was a beautiful service,” my mother told me as I went to check on the food.“It was,” I replied. “But we never could have done all this without you. I’m so, so grateful.”My mother nodded and wrapped me into a hug.“How’s Willow doing?” she asked. Wandering back into the parlour, we both looked at Willow. She was still sitting, her back straight against the back of the chair, talking to one of her father’s friends. “Better, I think,” I said.“She’s a strong one,” my mother said