All Chapters of After My Last Breath: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

“Elara has always been patient with you,” Grandma says, sighing heavily. “But you, on the other hand, never gave her the time of your life. Even when she was pregnant, you never cared. In fact, you blamed her for taking advantage of you. But have you ever stopped to wonder why she would want to have your child when she didn’t even want to marry you?”“What?” I don’t think I heard her right. My brain—it feels like it has glitched somehow. I blink at her. “What do you mean she didn’t want to marry me?” I shake my head. “Come on, Grandma. I know you’ve always liked her, but you can’t just say anything to make me feel guilty.” How could she not want to marry me? That’s what she had always wanted from the beginning, wasn’t it? Why else would she bully Hannah and force her to give up the marriage? Why would she force her own sister to take her own life?Grandma shakes her head. “I didn’t want to bring this up—I didn’t want to hurt your pride. But now that it has come to this, I suppose you

For a full two minutes, I sit frozen in my seat.“Damon? Damon? Can you hear me? Damon!”I jerk awake, blinking too hard—too fast—trying to make sure this is real. I look around, searching for even the smallest hint that this is nothing but a nightmare.But the moment my eyes land on Hannah, my heart drops into my stomach, and something sour and bitter rises in my throat.“You’re not serious, are you?” I ask, because there’s no way in hell I can take this blow right now.“Of course I’m serious,” she says—far too excitedly, her eyes bright in a way that makes my stomach twist. She scoots closer, closing the little space between us and looping her arm through mine as if this is something to celebrate. “I know you don’t like surprises, but I’ve been feeling a little nauseous since yesterday—dizzy, tired, all the usual signs. It’s still too early to be one hundred percent sure, but one of the cops there helped me get an advanced pregnancy test kit. And you know what? It came out positive.

When I reach the office, Jordan is already waiting for me.“So, how’s the preparation for the anniversary coming along?” I ask as I move behind the desk.“Everything is ready, sir. Just the way you wanted.”I nod, scrolling through my phone.Not text. No calls. Nothing.“Did you find out anything about Elara and Cora?” It’s been so long, and Elara hasn’t even tried to contact me. “Where are they staying now?”He shakes his head. “No, sir. I checked all the CCTV footage from last night, but I couldn’t trace the cab Ms. Elara and Cora got into. We’re still looking for it, though. As soon as I find something, I’ll let you know.”I sigh, annoyed by how hard she is to find.In the past, she was everywhere—so much so that I hated it. Whenever she came to my office with some excuse to deliver lunch or a file I’d “forgotten” on my desk, I treated her like a nuisance. I hated it when she touched things that belonged to me. I hated it when she got pregnant with my child. I even hated the way sh

[Damon]Everything stops.The music halts. The chatter dies down. All eyes turn toward the entrance where two uniformed officers stand, their expressions grim and impassive.I straighten my tie, forcing myself to walk toward them with my head held high, even though my heart is pounding like a drum against my ribs.“Can I help you, officers?” I ask, my voice controlled and steady.“Are you Damon Blackwood?” one of them asks, his tone professional, devoid of any emotion.“I am.”“I’m Officer Larry, and this is Officer Barrow,” he says, gesturing to his partner. “We’re here regarding the road accident that happened last night.” He pauses, letting the words sink in. “A cab went off the hillside due to a technical failure, and the people inside were declared dead at the scene. We need you to come with us to identify the bodies.”My breath catches in my throat. My mind goes blank.“Bodies? What are you talking about? What accident?”Both officers glance at each other before turning their at

My father places a hand on her arm, a silent warning. "Not now, Beatrice.""No, Archer, it is 'now'," she snaps, pulling her arm away. "Our son is in here crying over a woman who brought nothing but shame to our family, while our company is on the verge of collapse. This is not the time for sentimentality."I get up, my body trembling with a rage so cold it feels like ice. "Get out.""What did you say to me?" she asks, her eyes widening in disbelief."I said, get out," I repeat, my voice dangerously low. "Both of you. Get out of my house."My father steps forward, his face grim. "Damon, you know your mother. She's just...not the one to mince words. She’s under a lot of stress.""And what about me?" I retort, my voice rising. "Don't you think I'm under a lot of stress? My wife might be dead. My daughter might be dead. And all you two can think about is the damn company?""That's not fair," my mother says, her own voice rising now. "We're thinking about our family's legacy. Something yo