All Chapters of Kisses, Lies and Blurred Alibis : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

JAKE’s POV“Did you kiss him?”The words left my mouth colder than I intended, sharper than I wanted, but once they were out, there was no pulling them back.We were standing just outside the hospital chapel. Tyler had just been wheeled into surgery again, stable but still critical. The air smelled like antiseptic, drugs and was cold. Chloe froze in front of me, one hand resting unconsciously on her belly, the other gripping the strap of her bag like it was the only thing holding her upright.“What?” she whispered.“I asked you a question, Chloe.” My jaw tightened. “Adrian said it. I saw enough to know he wasn’t lying. Did you kiss Tyler?”The silence between us was heavy and suffocating. One could feel the tension growing between us.“Yes,” she said finally. Her voice didn’t shake, but her eyes did. “I did.”The truth hit harder than any punch Adrian had ever thrown.I laughed once, bitterly. “So it’s true.”She stepped closer. “Jake stop.”“No,” I cut in. “Don’t explain yet. Not her

JAKE’s POVI straighten my tie for the third time in under a minute, even though it already sits perfectly against my collar. I was already tired to the adjournment of the court case.It’s been Two long weeks.Two weeks of walking into cold courtrooms, of watching Adrian smirk like this was all a game he still believed he could win. Two weeks of reliving deaths, betrayals, blood-soaked nights, and truths that should never have been buried in the first place.Two weeks of hell.The courtroom doors open, and we file in again.Adrian is already there.Orange jumpsuit this time. No tailored suit. No polished shoes. No air of control. Just chains at his wrists and ankles, and still, somehow, that same calm arrogance in his eyes.He looks at me and smiles.I don’t return it.I sit beside our legal team, Chloe a few rows behind me with my father-in-law. She holds our son close, protective, strong. Zoe sits next to her, thinner, quieter, but alive. Still here. Still breathing.That alone feel

Chloe’s POV When we got home, the house was quiet, the kind of quiet that settles after chaos, where every creak of the floor feels louder than it should, and even the air seems to hold its breath. Mira clutched my hand tightly, her fingers wrapped around mine like a lifeline. For some reasons, she trusted me so much. My son slept peacefully in the bassinet nearby, oblivious to the storms that had raged in the past weeks. I gently led Mira to the living room. The sunlight filtering through the curtains highlighted her hesitant, uncertain expression. She had changed so much in the past hours, it wasn’t just the meeting at the church, or the revelation of her mother, Gold; it was the way the weight of the truth seemed to sit on her shoulders. “Do you… want to sit?” I asked softly. She nodded, still gripping my hand. I sat next to her, watching as she slowly pulled the letter from her bag, the letter from Gold. The paper was worn, edges fraying, and the ink smudged in places as if G

Chloe’s POV The morning came slowly, calmly and peaceful. Memories of yesterday night still fresh and beautiful in my head. I woke up slowly, not because of noise or fear or pain, but because I felt watched. Not the kind that makes your skin crawl. But the kind that feels warm, like protection. I opened my eyes and found Jake already awake, lying on his side, his head propped on his hand, staring at me like I was something fragile and rare. Morning light spilled through the curtains, soft and golden, brushing his face in a way that made him look younger and calmer. Like the weight of the world had loosened its grip on him, just for now. “What?” I murmured, my voice rough with sleep. I scratched my eyes why trying to stay fully awake. He smiled. Not the confident CEO smile. Not the controlled one. This was different. “I was just thinking,” he said quietly. “That usually sounds dangerous.” He chuckled softly. “Maybe. But this one feels right.” I shifted closer, instinctively.

Chloe’s POVThe event was a hot and people walked around, but as evening finally came in, people started leaving slowly and quietly. And before we knew it the event finally came to an end and literally everyone was gone.The music was gone. The laughter had faded into memories. Even the lights seemed softer now, as if the world itself was tired but content. I stood alone in the garden, barefoot on cool grass, breathing in the calm that came after chaos.I was so happy and over joyed, I felt… whole and at peace. Jake was still at the front, seeing the last of the guests out, thanking them, shaking hands, smiling that calm, protective smile that now belonged to me alone. I could hear his voice faintly from where I stood, steady and warm.I closed my eyes.Peace looked good on me.“Chloe.” I head my name.I turned slowly.Tyler stood a few steps away, hands tucked into his pockets, posture careful, like someone approaching something fragile. He looked healthier now, stronger, but there