บททั้งหมดของ Married to the Ex Who Forgot Me: บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

SARAH PIERCE‘To… Yes?’ The expectation grew bigger. ‘To what?’“What I think about Rosaline is none of your business,” I sternly switched up. “Killing people is a piece of cake to you, isn’t it?”‘Do you think this is a joke?’ The voice turned haughty. ‘You are nobody, Sarah. Because of that, Rosaline has succeeded in trampling over your life. Yet you believe that you can win.’ My soul twisted with a mix of emotions because of those words. ‘Take my offer before it’s off the table. If you fail to get rid of your sister, you will regret it forever.’“I am choosing to break that table,” I replied, my fingers pulling at the collar of my shirt as my squinted eyes travelled to Nathaniel, whose long strides hurried to my side. “I won’t allow you to stain my hands with Rosaline’s blood. I will deal with her the way I see fit.”‘What about your mother? She’s hiding a lot from you. So much, Sarah. So much that you’d wish to tear off your ears when you hear it.’’“Whatever she’s up to, I’ll ask

SARAH PIERCE“E…” Briefly, I burst out a chuckle, my head slightly tilted as my mind hurriedly processed what my mother had just said. “Everyone? In-Including Nathaniel?”“He’s a Storm, isn’t he?” she insisted coldly. “His business thrives thanks to my father’s blood. Just like Evelyn and Edward, he belongs on the streets doing-”“Mum!” I hollered. “Are you even listening to yourself? Nathaniel is my husband,” I said, my hand on my pounding chest. “So?” A snicker followed, and it pierced my heart while a frown of perplexity filled my face. “It’s a mere contract marriage you signed for survival, isn’t it?”“Mum…” She laughed, and I lost my shit. “He is Raya’s father!”“What?” Her disgusting elation crashed. “Nathaniel is Raya’s father,” I repeated. “And he is not at fault for his parents’ crimes,” I nearly screamed. “You can’t harm him, Mum. I won’t allow it.”“B-But…” I took the dilemma growing on her face to be a good sign. “Sarah, it… I-I- It’s not fair that he is successful while

SARAH PIERCEMy hands, jittery and sweaty, struggled to grip my phone, which returned scratchy noises in place of Nathaniel’s voice.“Nathaniel?” I called again, my heart now thumping so much that dizziness crawled into my brain. “Please answer me,” I pleaded. But I got nothing. “Oh,” I groaned, my lips quivering while my knees threatened to buckle. “Thaniel… God…”I ended the call and dialled emergency.That call flew by like a fever. I couldn’t provide the necessary information about Nathaniel’s location, but I kept hoping that they would locate him somehow and handle whatever went wrong. I know what I heard; it sounded terrible. But I want to keep hoping that Nathaniel is fine, that he will return home soon. Maybe the accident didn’t affect him, you know?He could have encountered… something… something he couldn’t evade. Or…Or…No. No, it mustn’t be.The cloud in my senses partially cleared, and dread wrapped me when I recalled the conversation that led me to dial Nathaniel’s nu

SARAH PIERCEThe past three days have been a different kind of hell that I can never get used to.The hope to survive it can only come to pass when Nathaniel wakes up and heals, so that we can start over the way we were meant to. But, even though he has been fairly stable since the surgery, he has yet to open his eyes. And each time I bring myself to sit by his bed to watch him, fear finds me and cripples me with the thought that these days might be the last for Nathaniel, that one day, he might give up. When I first had that thought, I cried. The second time, I prayed hard to the heavens and the third time, I learned to brace myself for the worst, no matter how I despised thinking about the worst. All those contributed to my hell.However, thanks to Raya’s presence, I can stay slightly sane amid everything. Right now, watching her eat is perfectly distracting me from the beeps of the machines supporting Nathaniel’s life. “You like it, don’t you?” I commented to fill the silence

SARAH PIERCEI didn’t want our kiss to end. But when the doctors arrived with surprise boldly plastered on their faces, we had to halt the silent discussion our lips were having. “Mr. Storm,” the doctor who handled his surgery said. “You are awake.”“As you can see,” Nathaniel replied, his gaze not tearing away from mine while I continued to grip the back of his hospital gown, my soul still praying that I wasn’t dreaming. “How… do you feel?” It seemed the doctors had concerns.Right. They hadn’t expected him to wake up so soon. Perhaps that’s why this still feels somewhat unreal to me too. But I heard him call me ‘my cappuccino.’ And we kissed. What else could be the surest signs that Nathaniel was back with us?“Hmm.” Nathaniel tilted his head, his lips scrunched in pain. “A bit woozy?”“Please sit,” the group of four doctors and a nurse rushed closer. “We need to examine you.”After we separated, they helped him to the bed because of the limp in his right leg.While they hover