All Chapters of After My Last Breath: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

[Damon]She just walked away.Walked away. Just like that.Did I do anything wrong? Did I say anything wrong?Why did she look so mad then? Why did she talk to me like that?Does she hate me that much? Does she really believe that this stupid divorce is the end of us?My fingers clench. My chest rises and falls with short spurts of breath.“Damon!” I hear Harry coming closer, panting as he must have ran all the way here after I left him outside the men’s room.I couldn’t help myself. The moment I watched Elara happily walking out of the building with that…man…I ran after her. Only to find her pressed against the car and that man so close to kissing her.I clearly saw her fighting his hold.Then why? Why did she still take his side?“Man, I almost thought you left me on my own,” he says, finally able to talk without huffing and puffing. “Wait. Why are you so worked up? Did I miss anything?”I close my eyes and mentally growl.“No.” I snarl. “You didn’t.”We take the car and head straig

One of his eyebrows perks up, and he turns fully to face me now. Looking more than just amused. “So, you knew I was trying to seduce you.” He admits, slowly moving closer to where I stand. Once he’s close enough to hear me breathing, he stops. “Does that mean you approve?”I can feel the way my heart races at his presence, at the way he smiles and looks and makes my brain go all nuts. Even if I want to, I can’t deny that I’m attracted to him. I’m attracted to him in ways that fill me up with desires and wild imaginations that I never knew of before.But I can’t admit to them. Not after what I have endured.“Nope!” I say and pull myself away from him and towards the couch. I drop my ass on it. “I told you. It was over between us. No more friends with benefits. No more sex.”“Ouch!” I hear him faking a gasp, but before I can react, he’s leaning over the couch, in a way that makes me see his face upside down. His eyes are all I can see. His breath is all I can taste. “Not the sex. I kind

[Elara]When I wake up in the morning, I’m glad to see the other side of the bed empty.Though I feel a little…off too, as if something inside me is sad to know that he left without a word.But knowing myself, and our obvious circumstances, I quickly push that feeling to the back of my mind and focus on the day that’s already waiting for me.I jump out of bed, shower, and change first.Then I head to Cora’s room to see if she’s awake.She isn’t.So I pause and gently wake her up.“Good morning, love. Come on, get up. It’s already 8. Your aunt Nora will be here any moment now.”The mere mention of Nora is enough to get a rapid response out of my daughter. Her eyes open too fast, and she sits up even faster.“Oh, no. We had plans to see the science museum today. Mommy, I can’t be late. Please help me get ready.”I chuckle at her excitement and enthusiasm, nodding. “Of course. I have already prepared the water; all you have to do is take your bath. Until then, I’ll get your clothes ready

I want to deny everything she’s saying.I want to say, No, you’re wrong. I never meant any of those things.But I can’t. I’m not able to.No matter how badly and desperately I want to deny her claims, she isn’t entirely wrong.I did treat her that way. I did consider her helpless.In fact, I was the one who asked her parents to cut all ties with her, to make sure she understood what it meant to be left alone in her new life—just like Hannah would have felt when she ran away from the marriage, just like Hannah would suffer without her family—without me—out there in a foreign world.Now that I think about it, I was such a jerk.Because whatever happened back then, Elara had nothing to do with it. She never bullied Hannah, never made her life miserable. It was all lies that Hannah and her family made me believe. They all pretended in front of me as if Elara was some kind of villain who deserved every miserable thing that was happening to her.And I believed it too. I believed she didn’t

[Elara]When we reach Griffin’s place, the last thing I expect is to stand in front of a ninety-nine-storey building.I look up at its height, overwhelmed by its sheer size.“Uh, you live here?” I ask, still looking at the building, wondering what kind of view it would offer to the people living on the top floors. It must be exhilarating—the view, the feeling.“Sometimes,” Griffin says, ushering me inside and leading us to the elevator, where a staff member seems to be standing outside.As we get closer, I realize the person is the building’s manager, his nameplate revealing his name and position.“Welcome back, sir,” the man says, bowing and smiling as wide as he can. He pushes the button, and the elevator instantly opens. “Everything is ready as you said, sir. I hope you enjoy your stay, as always.”Griffin nods before giving me a gentle push inside the lift.I walk in and turn around, only to find the man still standing outside. “Please let us know if you need anything else.”He sm