All Chapters of Two Loves, One Destiny: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Jake“I seriously can’t believe the man I married is accusing me of something like this,” Irina said, her voice breaking, yet firm. “I really can’t believe you, Jake.”Her words stuck in my head for a moment, and I began to doubt myself. I began to doubt everything. She didn’t say anything else. She simply turned and walked toward the waiting room, with no intention of leaving, but also no intention of continuing to speak to me. The tension between us clouded the clean air of the hallways.She sat down in one of the chairs, alone, her back somewhat straight, trying not to look at me—but I knew she wanted to. And I didn’t want to see her eyes filled with anger or pain because I didn’t know what to believe. I was going crazy, and I didn’t want to keep doubting Kiara’s words either.She lowered her gaze, clasped her hands together, and didn’t look at me again.I stayed where I was, feeling as if the weight of the whole world was on my shoulders. My own words began to echo, and the flood o

JakeI let her go.As much as I tried to follow her down the hallway, she shouted at me in front of everyone to leave her alone. I had no choice. I think there was nothing left but to accept her decision this time. Something had broken, and she was right when she said I would never love her the way I loved Kiara. I couldn’t deny it anymore. Every reproach and every absence Irina endured because of me was because my feelings for the mother of my children always got in the way.I swallowed the lump in my throat as I watched her disappear at the end of the hallway when she stepped into the elevator. She cast me a quick glance as she got in, sad and devastated.I turned around, noticing the few people around, and went back to the waiting room. Mom didn’t take long to appear alongside Jason, one of my Betas.“There’s news, son,” Mom said, hugging me. “He’ll be out of surgery soon, but they say they don’t think he’ll wake up for a few days.”“Are you telling me Thomas is in a coma?” I pulle

KiaraSo this meant he wasn’t sure about what was happening, and he didn’t trust me. Even seeing me broken, he still doubted my words. As I said, I didn’t want to try to convince him anymore that I was right and that my sister was the bad one. That was no longer my fight. But he had divorced her. One way or another, that gave me some relief. Not because of the love I felt for him, but because I knew that this way my children would be far from Irina, and my babies would be safe. Still, this didn’t erase all the danger, because Irina would come back for more. She always would. The enemy made that clear to me. The enemy told me she was evil, that she was behind all of this.“Please, try to understand me, Kiara,” Jake said. “It’s not that I don’t want to believe you, it’s that it’s hard for me to see Irina as someone bad. She’s been there for me. You see? She lost the baby. She was affected too. I truly believe you’re telling the truth, but I also think someone has been deceiving you, fil

Jake:“Did you divorce Irina? Why?” my brother asked, struggling to stay awake. His voice was fading, but he insisted on continuing to speak.“It’s not something I’d like to talk about with you,” I admitted.“Not even going to tell me in the state I’m in?”I hesitated for a moment before answering. I didn’t want his questions, didn’t want his opinion, didn’t want his eyes on mine as he tried to figure out why I'd decided to accept the divorce. But still, I told him.“What happened is that I asked Irina if she had anything to do with it… and she got so angry that she asked me for a divorce.”“So you weren’t the one who decided to divorce. She was the one who took that path,” Thomas clarified.“Yes, it was her, Thomas. But I was the one who decided that this time I wouldn’t chase after her. It’s not the first time Irina has asked me to separate, and I go after her, trying to fix things. But I realized this can’t keep happening between us.”“And why is that?” Thomas’s gaze deepened. “Doe

Kiara:Jake was in the kitchen preparing dinner. We had a cook who also cleaned the house, but it was already dinnertime, and Jake preferred that the woman go home to rest. He wanted to cook for me tonight.I felt a pang in my chest as I remembered that, from time to time, he used to have these gestures when he came home from work at night. When we were married, Jake would have those moments that I loved so much, when he insisted on cooking for me. He would tell me to sit on the couch and enjoy a glass of wine while he prepared everything.Jake was never very good at cooking, but that never really mattered to me. I enjoyed every dish he made because he made it. It was about his hands… and to me, that was the most valuable thing in the world.