Todos los capítulos de He Divorced Me On Our Anniversary: Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

Lena’s POVI wake before the sun staring at the ceiling with my heart beating too fast. The house is quiet and I lie on my side, one hand curled over my stomach like it belongs there. The baby moves sometimes at this hour, slow, soft kicks that feel like tiny reminders that life is still happening inside me even when everything around me feels broken.I close my eyes and try to picture how things used to feel safe and simple as if the worst thing I had to worry about was burnt toast at Ruth’s café or whether Keenan would forget to lock the back door again that feels like another lifetime now, every creak of the house makes my chest tighten and I hate that fear lives in me now.I press my palm harder against my stomach and whisper under my breath, “You are okay, we are okay.” Even though I’m not sure I believe it.Through the thin wall, I can hear Keenan moving around in the kitchen he takes care of me without making it a big thing, he saved me more than once even when he didn’t know h

Keenan’s POVI spend the entire morning talking myself out of asking him and then talking myself back into it and pacing like a man who doesn’t know what to do with his own body.The bookstore is quiet and my hands keep fidgeting straightening stacks that don’t need straightening, sliding books into place that were already perfectly lined up, running my thumb along spines like they might suddenly whisper answers to me and every time the bell over the door rings my heart jumps like I’m waiting for a verdict.I’m ridiculous thirty-four years old, been shot, survived chaos, lived through family drama, watched my best friend get kidnapped, seen the worst of people and I’m shaking like a kid with a crush because I want to ask a man to dinner.James has been in town for almost 4 week now. He comes by the shop every other day under the excuse of “checking on Jess” or “just browsing,” but we both know he is really here for me and I’m here for him. He leans against the counter sometimes while

Lena’s POVI knew the invitation wasn’t just about dinner.It arrived in a thick cream envelope with my name written in careful script like something out of a movie about wealthy families and secrets. The paper smelled faintly of perfume when I opened it and I hated that even that small detail made my stomach tighten.“A proper family evening,” my so-called mother had said over the phone earlier that day. “Just us you deserve to feel where you come from.”Where I come from.I have come from so many places that sentence feels almost insulting.Keenan stands in the doorway of my bedroom while I stare at my reflection. I’m wearing a simple blue dress that still fits over my growing belly, even though I can see the curve more clearly now. My son shifts inside me, a slow roll beneath my skin, and I press my hand there without thinking.“You don’t have to go,” Keenan says gently.“I know.” I smooth the fabric over my stomach. “But if I don’t they will just keep pushing.”He leans against th

Lena’s POVI wasn’t supposed to be at Keenan’s house that morning.Technically, I have my own place. Ethan's parents bought it for me after everything happened and I still don’t know how I feel about that. It’s small and safe and close enough to the beach that I can hear the waves at night but some mornings I wake up there and the silence feels too big, too heavy like the walls are waiting for something bad to happen again so I came here.Keenan had called me early saying he needed help moving some boxes in the spare room. He’s been slowly settling into this house since buying it. His parents’ old vacation home. The irony of that still makes me smile sometimes. They used to escape here to avoid town gossip and now their son owns the place outright.I’m in his kitchen leaning against the counter while he argues with himself about bookshelf placement in the living room. “It needs to face the window,” he says, pacing. “Natural light sells books people romanticize reading when ther is sun

Ethan’s POVI should have learned by now that the most dangerous people don’t shout they smile, they shake your hand and they sit at your table and ask about your plans like they care.The Millers do all of that perfectly which is exactly why I don’t trust them.I don’t tell Lena I’m looking into them. She has enough on her shoulders right now. She is healing. She is carrying my child. She is trying to keep her footing while half the island stares at her like she’s something fragile.The last thing she needs is me telling her I think her newly found family might be playing a long game but Keenan is different. Keenan I trust so when my investigator calls me late in the afternoon, I don’t hesitate. I drive straight to Keenan’s house instead of the guest place I’m staying at.He opens the door with a book in his hand and gives me a look. “You look like someone died.”“Not yet,” I reply.He steps aside James is in the kitchen, chopping vegetables. He nods at me but keeps his distance. Tha