All Chapters of It's Too Late Now: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

•Cassie POV•“Oh my goodness,” Tamara exclaimed, placing her hand on her chest as if she had just seen her crush wave at her. “Jerald is just a sweet gentleman. I can’t believe he let everything go just like that.”I smiled, the image of the previous night slipping into my mind. The way Jerald had pulled me so close, the way his arms wrapped around me like he was afraid I might disappear. The way he wiped my tears without saying a word. Even though I felt like shit from everything that had happened, he made me feel like it didn’t matter. Like nothing that happened could ever change the way he felt about me.Tamara flung her hand over the armrest of the couch. “There I was, worrying that your marriage was about to crash,” she let out a long sigh of relief. “I’m glad that didn’t happen because I was already thinking of a way to skin Scott alive.”I laughed at Tamara’s words, shaking my head. But beneath the laughter, a small knot of worry settled in my chest. Maria’s strange look replay

•Cassie POV•“Mommy, is daddy going to read my bedtime story tonight?” Cara asked as she sat next to me on the couch in the living room, resting her head on my thigh.I brushed my hand through her soft curls. “Yes, honey,” I replied, curling a strand of her hair between my fingers.She shifted slightly, and without looking at her face, I knew she wasn’t happy.“But… that’s what you said yesterday and the day before.”I sighed and let go of the strand. She sat up and looked at me, waiting for an answer.The truth was, I didn’t know what to tell her. Jerlad had been kind of distant lately, especially when it came to Cara. Whenever I told him she wanted him to read her a bedtime story, he would say he was tired and that I should do it instead.I understood he was tired, but he had always done it before, even when he didn’t feel like it.Maybe it was because of the issue with his company.“Baby, your daddy has been going through a lot,” I explained gently. “He had an issue with his compan

•Cassie POV•I waited inside the living room for so long, and with each minute that passed I kept checking my phone for a call from Jerald. It’s not like him to stay out late, especially with what had just happened.I couldn’t just sit and wait for him anymore. I was going to go out there and look for him.I stood up from the couch, picked up my phone, ran up the stairs to grab the key to my Mercedes, and rushed out of the house.The cold night air hit my face as I made my way to the car. From the way the chill bit into my exposed skin, I realized I was still in a thin strap top, but I couldn’t waste time going back inside to get a jacket.I turned on the car and pulled out of the parking space into the dark and lonely street, with only a little light from the street lamps touching parts of the road. My heart thudded in my chest as I thought about what I was doing.My first aim was to go to the company and check if Jerald was there… and then what if he wasn’t?What if I bumped into th

•Cassie POV•The beeping sound from the nightstand woke me up, and I opened my eyes to the warmth of Jerlad’s skin, his arm resting on my waist.His scent, mixed with my favourite cologne of his, wrapped around me. I shifted softly, trying not to wake him. He must have been very tired not to move at the sound. I leaned closer and carefully stretched my arm to pick up the phone, but instead I got pulled back into his arms.His hand tightened around my waist, and I looked at him. His brown eyes were already on mine, serious but warm, the kind of look that made me want to melt into him.“Good morning, honey. I…I was trying to get the phone to turn it off,” I stammered when his hand slid under my night dress, sending a shiver through me.“Leave it, my love. It’s probably a call from someone that might ruin my day,” he murmured, brushing a loose strand of my hair behind my ear.I dropped my hand and crossed my legs over his thigh until I was sitting on top of it. He placed his both hand on

•Cassie POV•“Seriously, Jerlad let him out of jail,” Tamara groaned, balling her hand that was on the table into a fist. “Why would he do such a thing? He should’ve just let him rot in jail.”I laughed, picking a fry from the plate. When Tamara came to pick me up from the house after Cara had gone to school and I was left at home bored and thinking too much about Jerlad, I knew she was going to be this dramatic about Scott getting out of jail.The restaurant wasn’t like the regular one Tamara and I usually went to when we wanted to chill and talk without doing it in her house.“I was also thinking the same thing,” I said, dipping the fry in ketchup, “but when I saw the news about Jerlad’s company being attacked again, I knew it wasn't Scott, I've always known it wasn't him.”Tamara’s eyes widened in curiosity. “Which news is that?” she asked, and I was shocked she was the one asking since she was usually the one who brought most of the news.“Jerlad’s company got attacked. Part of th