All Chapters of Betrayed By My Ex: I Married His Uncle: Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

Cassandra’s POVMy heart nearly stopped when I saw them together in the kitchen. It was the least thing I expected.Lysander stood barefoot on the tiled floor, pointing excitedly at the counter, while Alaric leaned slightly against it, his body stiff, as if he wasn’t sure he was even allowed to be there.“What is going on?” I snapped before I could stop myself. They both froze, like thieves caught in the act. Lysander turned to me first, he had a soft innocent expression, completely unaware of the storm raging in my chest. “Noah couldn’t eat,” he said simply. “His hand is bad. So I brought him to get biscuits. It’s bad to sleep hungry, mummy.” he said without an ounce of guilt.My brain halted for a moment..I blinked, then slowly looked at Alaric. “You were hungry?” I asked, my voice turned quieter. “I thought you said you could manage.” He didn’t meet my eyes. His gaze dropped to the floor, shoulders were slightly stiff. “I didn’t want to cause you extra trouble,” he muttered.

Alaric’s POV The question hung between us. I had been watching them ever since I entered their home even if I didn't want to. At first, it was just small things I brushed off as nothing. The way they spoke to each other. The way they stood close, yet never quite close enough. It did not feel like a marriage. It felt rehearsed, like an act between two people playing roles for an audience. I had never seen them have any intimate moments. No secret kisses, hugs, or small, sweet moments that young couples should have. I thought maybe Rhys was just reserved. Some men were like that. Distant in public, affectionate in private. That was what I assumed until I started noticing the way he looked at her. It was not distant at all. There was something almost boyish in the way his gaze lingered on her when she was not looking. It was a soft infatuated look. He watched her like she was something fragile and precious, like he was afraid she might disappear if he looked away for too long.

Alaric’s POVJules looked genuinely startled to see me standing there.For a second, I considered turning around and leaving. It would have been easier than standing here, caught off guard like this. But the dull pressure in my head and the irritation in my throat reminded me why I came down in the first place.“I’m sorry,” I said, rubbing the back of my neck lightly. “I think I caught a cold from staying outside too long. I wanted to make some lemon water.” I blurted out like a thief caught red-handed.Her brows drew together immediately. Her gaze dropped to my injured arm before lifting back to my face.“Is it bad?” she asked.“Not really,” I replied, though my voice sounded rougher than usual.She didn’t seem convinced. Her motherly instincts kicked in Before I could say anything else, she stepped closer and placed the back of her hand against my forehead. The gesture was so natural it caught me off guard.“No fever,” she murmured under her breath.I didn’t move. I wouldn't da

Cassandra's POV I was shaken by Alaric's sudden confession. My heart raced so fast that I couldn't breathe, and I just watched him run away. I didn't even bother stopping him. He left the warm cup of lemon water and fled. I crashed back on the stool and tears started streaming down my face. God, I was scared. So scared that I almost slipped out when he confessed. He loved me; his memories were gone, meaning his feelings were genuine. If he loved me, why did he do all those things in the past? Why did he threaten Rebecca to kill my son? I couldn't understand why His obsession was suffocating me and worse a small part of my heart skipped a beat when he called me beautiful. When he said he loved me I should hate him but why was it so hard? I couldn’t stay still. Maybe I overreacted when I slapped him. I grabbed the cup of lemon water and headed to his room. It was the first time I came here. I knocked softly on the door but there was no answer

Cassandra’s POV By night that same day, I found myself in the kitchen. I sat at the kitchen island with my laptop open, the screen glowing back at me. The same document had been staring at me for the past hour, and I had barely typed a thing on it. My fingers hovered over the keyboard, but my mind wasn’t here.It was somewhere else. I really couldn't get my head off, Rebecca. I had searched about her case and the details online were even more horrifying about her suicide. The thought of her wouldn’t leave me alone. Every time I tried to focus, her face would flash in my mind, followed by Rhys’ voice repeating the same words. It was a suicide due to an overdose. I groaned, rubbing my throbbing temples...“No… try to concentrate, ” I whispered under my breath, shaking my head faintly as if I could push the thought away. “Stop thinking about it..” Yet my mind refused to accept it..Rebecca wasn’t someone who would go out like that. She had too much fire in her. Too much to