His Second Husband のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 101 - チャプター 110

Julian’s povI walked down the stairs, my head filled with a lot when I heard Silas call from behind.It echoed as I pushed myself forward. I knew that once I turned back, it would be hard for me to walk away even with how mad I was.I noticed how empty the house was As usual, he must have pushed everyone out of the house. That was Silas’s way of doing things. Anytime something frustrated him, pushing everyone out was his way of dealing with things.I wasn’t going to stick around to ask what was wrong.Just as I got to the middle of the stairs, I beat him yell behind me as I closed my eyes to calm my shaking breath.My hands clenched by my side, I felt the sweat in it.“Julian, wait!”His voice cracked through. It was desperate and low.I halted in my steps and knew if I turned… it would be over.“Please… don’t go!” He yelled.It hit me that he was drunk and he was prone to acting stupid when he was drunk.“Damn it,” I muttered under my words.I shook my head without turning to him.

Silas’s povI pushed the call button without even letting myself think twice about it. I knew that the only thing in my head was to talk to Julian. My heart was raging and only him could help me. It rang three times before an automated voice came on.“The number you are trying to reach is not available. Please try again later. Thank you.”I sucked in a breath through my teeth and ended the call really fast as I took in deep breaths. Then I dialed him again. It rang, then it went straight to voicemail as I did again and again. I called him more than four times before I gave up, then tossed my phone to the side.Why was he not available? Why was he not reachable? Something had to be wrong somewhere. But then it dawned on me that he was not a threat to anyone anymore. After all, Ken was dead and the case was closed. No one would come after him.I swung my legs over the edge and got to my feet.At first I almost fell but I held onto the wall for support. Slowly, I got my bearings as I l

Silas’s povI then pointed to the financial guy who started talking about how there was money unaccounted for. Another person talked about deals gone sour. Another person talked about transactions that I hadn’t authorized and now those people had gone to other people to do transactions with. They talked about lines of credit mismanaged, fraud, embezzlement, and so many other things that made my stomach twist.Every single second that passed by made me frown.“Charts,” I said to one of them, “show me the charts.”Amara then tapped on her tablet and got out the graphs, spreadsheets, and put one in my hand while showing some on the screen before me. The numbers didn’t match. I frowned. Money was being stolen underneath my nose.“Fine, alright,” I said, nodding. “I’m launching a full-scale investigation into this. Every department, every transaction being made, and the ones that have not been recorded, we will look into it.”They all started to nod as I leaned back.“Amara, why don’t you

Julian’s povThe moment I entered the room, I met him fighting with a doctor while he was on the bed. Silas as usual being a pain in everyone’s butt.“I am fine. Just let me leave.”The doctor shook his head. “I can’t let you leave. We have protocols. Your blood pressure is…”“My blood pressure is just fine, thank you.”“You have complications. You need to stay here for observations sir. Stop being stubborn.”“ I can’t do things for myself? Is that what you’re saying? I can handle myself. I don’t need any of this.”“Mr. Silas,” the doctor pleaded, “just stay in bed. We just need you for observation. Please, don’t push this. You almost passed out at work. You were brought in here by your personal doctor. When you came in here, we noticed that your blood pressure and a few of the bodily functions around that area is compromised. We’re just here to make sure you’re okay.”“Well, I am just fine,” Silas said, trying to get up as the doctor pushed him down. “Enough. Please. You’re staying.

Julian’s povThe taxi hadn’t yet moved away from the sidewalk when my knees suddenly buckled. I remained standing directly outside the apartment complex looking at the drab brown bricks as if they were meant to support me. Perhaps to steady me. Perhaps to make me sense that I was truly grounded on the soil and not drifting beyond my own frame.However, no solution was effective.I drew in a deep breath. It stung. My chest tightened, as if a weighty object had been shoved squarely into it. I placed my hand over my shirt. Attempted to inhale once more. Slowly and deeply with more control. That’s what they constantly advised. Therapist videos, on the internet. Articles. Deep breathing solves all problems.Except they never resolved this.They never resolved how to feel after being hit emotionally by your partner. Fuck I hated myself right now.Whenever I breathed in, his voice echoed in my ears.“Did you ever care for me?”And my answer.“No.”God. The expression he gave me. I attempted