All Chapters of EX WIFE REVENGE: Wait… My Quadruplets Have Two Dads?: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

AN ENGAGEMENT PARTY? SOANE’S POV People think heartbreak is loud. That when your world shatters there is screaming, crying, chaos. But that is not true. The moment your life truly breaks… everything becomes very quiet. The air feels thick. Sounds stretch strangely. Time slows until every second feels like it is dragging its nails across your skin. I learn that on my wedding night. Two hours ago, my husband left our bed in the middle of making love to me. He kisses my cheek like nothing is wrong, slides out of bed, and tells me he has to handle something important downstairs. His voice is calm. Casual. Almost distracted. I laugh softly and tell him not to take too long. I think he will be back in a few minutes. After all, Jophiel has been my world for five years. My first love. My first everything. The man I trust enough to save myself for. He is my husband now, and like a good wife, I wait. At first it was easy. I lie there in the silk sheets, replaying the even

~~~LEAVING TO RESTART.~~~ ~~~ Soane’s POV~~~ I do not remember how I got out of the house. One moment Soren’s last slap is still burning across my face, and people are laughing while the music rises again like nothing happened. The next moment, I am outside, stumbling down the driveway in bare feet, my robe clutched around my body like it is the only thing holding me together. Cold night air hits my skin, but I barely feel it. My chest hurts. Every breath feels like I am inhaling glass. Tears blur everything in front of me. The lights of the mansion behind me look warm and golden, full of music and celebration. My wedding house. My house. No. Not mine anymore. Their laughter still echoes in my ears. Jophiel kissing Soren. My father said I was never his daughter. My stepmother looked at me like I was something she scraped off her shoe. I walk until the music disappears behind me, and the city swallows the sound of my crying. By the time I reach the first bar I s

SOANE’S POV My palm still burns. It is not fading. It is not softening. It sits there like a mark carved into me, a reminder of the exact second I lost control and hit her in front of everyone. Five years gone, and that is how I reintroduce myself. Not with words. Not with explanations. Just violence. Good. She deserved it. I stand near the edge of the restaurant, trying to breathe through the heat crawling up my chest. My head is pounding, and my thoughts are loud, messy, and colliding into each other. I came here for a reason. I had something to do. Something important. I can not even remember what it was now. All I can see is her face when I hit her. All I can feel is how easy it was. “Soane.” I close my eyes for a second. There it is again. That voice. I turn slowly. Soren is walking toward me, Jophiel a step behind her. They are not hesitant. They are not unsure. They move like they belong here, like they own the ground I am standing on. Like I