All Chapters of After My Last Breath: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

I suppress the urge to roll my eyes and yank my hand out of his grip instead.“Don’t touch me!” I rub my wrist, still able to feel the ghost of his touch.It annoys me even more that the longer I look at him, the more I feel absolutely nothing.Not even the anger that used to make me tremble whenever he treated us with indifference—when he used to ignore Cora and her feelings, when he used to look at us as if we weren’t his family but strangers, and when he used to stay absent when we needed him the most.Right now, when I look at him, I feel like I’m looking at a person who means nothing anymore—someone whose opinion doesn’t matter, whose well-being and visible frustration are none of my concern.“What do you want, Damon? Who are you putting this act on for?” I snap, unable to hold myself back.Perhaps the words coming out of my mouth happen to be too harsh. Why else would he look at me as if I stole his wallet or something?Thankfully, he comes to his senses soon enough. He blinks a

[Elara]Right after Matt and his guards throw Damon and Harry out, I excuse myself and walk into the washroom.I couldn’t hear it in the crowd, but now that I’m alone in the quiet restroom, I can hear the way my heart is beating like a gong.I can barely stand it, the force of it that is. And has no choice but to lean on the counter, the cold tiles icy beneath my fingers.“You were ready for this,” I mumble to myself. “You knew this would happen. So, what’s this fear now?”I don’t understand it. Or maybe I don’t want to.Seeing Damon hasn’t shaken me as much as knowing that he might be aware of my other child.Ever since the Gordons told me about their speculations, I have been worried to my core.What if my child is actually out there?Alone. Scared. Hurt.What if Damon knew from the beginning but didn’t reveal anything because he didn’t want to deal with another child? And what if I gave birth to another daughter, and it was his mother who gave her away? I have long known about Mada

[Griffin]“I just got the word, sir,” Liam says hurriedly, rushing into the room.I fix my tie, sparing him only a brief glance. “Continue.”“You wanted me to keep an eye on the activities of Damon Blackwood. So, I did just that. According to my sources, he’s looking for Ms Gordon’s whereabouts. I think he’s planning to—”I tug the tie hard, and it comes undone. I keep my gaze fixed on the mirror, noticing how Liam stiffens. Swallows.“It doesn’t matter what he’s planning,” I pick another tie from the collection. “He’s not going to get her.”Liam nods. “Should we intervene, sir? We can always have wrong information provided to him.”The corner of my lips perks up. “No need. Help him get all the information he wants. If a man wants to know how badly he has lost, I am more than willing to hold the mirror.”--[Elara]I have never been to an auction before.Not with the Grahams. Not with Damon.While the Grahams simply didn’t believe I could handle a place like that, Damon didn’t think i

[Elara]I’m about to say more when Griffin gently reaches for my arm and grounds me.I stop, take a deep, deep breath, and move back.I look away, mostly because just watching Damon’s face makes me want to scream.The audacity of him, to use Cora to guilt-trip me.What was he even thinking?“Whatever. It’s not like it matters anymore.” I turn to Griffin and smile. “Let’s go. I don’t want to spoil my mood anymore.”“Of course,” he says without hesitating, and takes me away from the man I wish I never had to see again.Once we have taken our seats in the auction hall, Griffin turns to me.“You okay?” he asks, looking slightly concerned. “Do you want me to kick him out? Just say the word, and you won’t have to lay eyes on him ever again.”I can’t help but smile at his thoughtfulness, wondering how he always manages to read my mind.“Nah. Leave him be. His presence doesn’t bother me.”“Are you sure?”“I am,” I tell him honestly. “It just made me mad when he brought up Cora in all of this.

A measly doctor? And Griffin?I turn my head to look at the man my ex-husband has just accused. And the quiet mockery I see in those blue eyes of his speaks for itself.I can’t help but scoff at the irony. “The only person trying to make a fool of himself is you, Damon. Isn’t that obvious enough?”“You’re taking his side?” Damon asks, and the way his face scrunches up so painfully makes it obvious that it was the last thing he expected. “I’m telling you, he can’t have that kind of money. Even if he does, it’s all he has.” He turns his glare to Griffin. “He’s probably doing this to show off in front of you. But trust me, he won’t be able to come up with this kind of money. Forget about five billion—he won’t be able to come up with five million. Why else do you think he didn’t bid on anything else this evening? That’s because he simply doesn’t have the money.”Not at first, but whispers start to rise from the back.Slowly but surely.One of them even speaks up to support Damon. “Not hav