All Chapters of Betrayed By My Ex: I Married His Uncle: Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

A year passed and Alaric tried to keep Cassandra’s wish. He didn't meddle in her life. He didn't show up in any event, it was for the best he thought but he couldn't completely turn a blind eye to her. He still kept his watch on Cassandra and Sienna this past year and a lot happened. Sinclair was still an asshole he was absent most days handling business and whenever he was around he acted like the best spouse and father But all the days Sienna's condition spiked up Cassandra handled it on her own even the day Sienna got badly sick she was unconscious for days and the doctors told her Sienna was already dying from inside. Her lungs were damaged and she needed a transplant and even her defective heart wouldn't hold on for long. If she didn't have a transplant within a year she might really not make it. Cassandra broke down that day. Everything she desperately held onto was falling apart. She called Sinclair, he didn't pick until several tries.. When he did

The red light above the operating theatre stayed on for what felt like a lifetime, yet in reality, it ended too quickly, probably because Sienna was dead before the operation started.When it finally went off, the door opened and the doctor stepped out, his mask pulled down, his expression already carrying the answer no one wanted to hear. They all knew but held onto hope.Cassandra rushed forward before anyone else could move. Her hands were trembling, her breath uneven as tears streamed uncontrollably down her face. “My baby is alright, right? She just fainted… she will wake up… she always does…”The doctor hesitated for a brief second, then slowly shook his head. “We are sorry. She has been fighting for a long time. If the transplant had been done earlier, there might have been a chance…”Cassandra did not let him finish.Her body swayed as if the ground beneath her had given way. Bianca caught her just in time, but Cassandra barely registered the arms around her. Her ears rang lou

Cassandra’s POVThe sun was blazing, and I was having a shitty day. I had a shoot to attend, and the daycare was shut for the week because of a chickenpox outbreak that got most of the toddlers sick.My eyes were stuck on the traffic light, waiting for it to go green. A Rolls-Royce Phantom drove past me, and for a moment, I felt a strange ache I couldn’t understand.Alaric popped into my mind. Two years, and some nights, the name plagued me like a memory I wanted to forget.A small hand tugged my sleeve, followed by a voice. “Mummy, the people are crossing…”My head snapped to the small boy I was holding. He was supposed to be two soon, but because he was born prematurely, he was noticeably smaller than his peers.Looking at him, you would tell at first glance he was my son. It was like looking at a little mirror. The only different thing was his quiet personality and those deep obsidian eyes, which always reminded me of Alaric. If I didn’t know better, I would have thought his father

Cassandra's POV My heart almost gave out staring at those familiar dark eyes. It was just like 2 years ago. I instinctively tried to pull my hand away but his grip tightened. "Let go ..." I was about to say his name when his voice cut me off. "Who are you?" He asked, and it was as if a bucket of cold water had been doused on me. He didn't let go and struggled to sit up. A frown was permanently settled on his face. "Do I know you?" He asked then something close to fear entered his voice. "Why do you seem so familiar?" His voice grew frantic as pure panic marred his handsome face. He started bombarding with several questions all at once? "Why am I here?" "Where am I?" His chest rose and fell with each question. The entire time he didn't let go of my hand as if it were some anchor. I stared at him and a shocking thought crossed my mind. "What is your name? Who are you?" I asked with a trembling voice. His body tensed up for a moment. His grip tig

Cassandra's POV I did my best not to glance at Alaric; did he truly lose his memories, or was he a great actor? Either way, I couldn’t bring myself to relax around him. Throughout the entire ride, my thoughts were all over the place. Lysander was completely oblivious to the tension and kept on chattering about his daycare. He and Rhys were a click, they both chirped in their own world. A small smile was plastered on my lips, hearing Lysander chatter warmed me, at times it felt like a dream remembering how I almost lost him. My eyes drifted to the rare view mirror and locked eyes with Alaric. He froze for a moment averting drawing his gaze away to face the street My heart was thudding. There was something off about his gaze. I only hoped Rhys could get that hypnotised fast. By the time the car rolled into the private courtyard, the sky was already a blend of pink and orange hues as the sun slowly set. It was evening I was currently staying in a property