Semua Bab An Ex-wife's Guide to Revenge: Bab 121 - Bab 130

LYSSANDRA The drive to the Chests’ house is quiet for the first ten minutes. I’m staring out the window, trying to settle my stomach. Erden keeps glancing at me like he’s trying to judge how close I am to exploding, but he doesn’t say anything until we pull into the gated street.“You’re sure you want to do this?” he asks.“Yes. I’m not playing nice anymore.”He gives a small nod, like that’s exactly what he expected me to say.When we pull up to the house, the front door opens almost immediately, and Meredith comes running out before the car fully stops. I barely get the door open before she’s throwing her arms around me.“Lysss!” she squeals, clinging to me with her whole body weight.I grip her tighter, heart squeezing. “I missed you too.”Her little fingers dig into my jacket like she’s afraid I’ll disappear. I don’t miss the way Gordon Chest’s mouth tightens when he sees it. Erden steps out of t

LYSSANDRARiley is the first one to break away from the counter and head toward our table.She looks better than the last time I saw her pacing my living room like a trapped animal. Her shoulders are back, her makeup is clean, her eyes aren’t dark.She still looks angry, though so that part might be permanent. Trent follows two steps behind her, hia hands in his pockets, his face tight like he’s walking into court instead of a restaurant.That’s what stops me. Because the last I heard, they were done, like, completely done, so what are they doing here together? “Please tell me you two didn’t just decide to ruin my breakfast,” I mutter under my breath.Erden looks up as they reach our table. Riley grins at me. “Hi, babe.”I stand and hug her before she can sit, squeezing her a little harder than necessary. “You look better.”“Don’t get used to it.”Trent clears his throat. “Can we sit, or is this a hostile environment.”Erden lifts a hand lazily. “Depends on your behavior. Will you tw

LYSSANDRAI don’t want to believe a single word Nathan said. I really don’t, but the problem with words is that once they enter your head, they don’t need permission to rearrange things.By the time I get back to my office, my thoughts won’t shut up. Why is Aksel holding Nyra under his control? Why has Erden never allowed me to see her? Why does every question about my sister lead back to the Kryne name?The answers start lining themselves up in my mind like dominos, and I hate every single one of them. Is Erden using Nyra to keep me close? Is that why everything always circles back to him?The thought makes my stomach twist, and yet, it doesn’t fit.Erden doesn’t manipulate people because he doesn’t need to. If he wanted to trap me, he would do it openly, maybe even brutally. He doesn’t pretend. He goes straight for the throat.That’s the man I know.I step into my office and shut the door harder than necessary. I pull my phone from my pocket and call Erden. The phone rings and rings

LYSSANDRAWe barely make it through the door.The door closes behind us and he’s already pulling me into him, one hand at my waist, the other threading into my hair like he’s afraid I’ll vanish if he lets go. His mouth finds mine with the same heat he drove with.I gasp against his lips. “We didn’t even lock the door!”He kisses me again, stealing the rest of my words. “You can finish that thought upstairs.”I laugh, breathless, and somehow we’re stumbling through the hall, bumping into the wall, his palm flat against my back, guiding me forward like gravity itself is on his side.We don’t speak again until my bedroom door shuts behind us.He backs me up until my knees hit the edge of the bed. His eyes drop to my mouth like he’s making a decision he already made hours ago. The look on his face is not careful. It’s not polite. It’s hungry.My heart kicks hard in my chest. He leans in slowly this time, giving me the chance to pull away. I don’t.I reach for him first, my hands curling in

ERDENI did not want to come here this morning.When Aksel’s call dragged me out of sleep, I was wrapped around Lys, her back pressed to my chest, her hair in my face. My arm was heavy over her waist, my palm warm on her stomach.She had murmured something in her sleep and shifted closer to me. I almost ignored the phone. I almost let it ring itself to death on the nightstand.But I saw my brother’s name and answer. Now I sit in Aksel’s office, wishing I had stayed in that bed.Aksel’s office is cold the way his places always are. Everything is edgy with dark wood, metal shelves, and too many glass figurines. He stands behind his desk with his arms crossed while I sit in one of the leather chairs, watching him pace.“I am telling you, Erden, that man is not clean,” Aksel says. “I have had him followed for three days. He takes routes that make no sense. He doubles back. He meets people he does not introduce to anyone. I do not trust Antonio.”Antonio is not worth leaving Lys behind fo