All Chapters of THE EX-WIFE HE COULDN'T RESIST: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Adrian"She doesn't want me around anymore and I don't think I want to push it." I told the old man when I went to visit them. He'd encouraged me to go for her with everything I had and I did. I almost got her friendship back but she didn't like that. She didn't want me close to her. "Are you sure that's what you want to do?" He asked. "I'm certain." "You can do whatever you want if you're okay with it." He replied simply. I felt relieved he didn't try to persuade me. While speaking with Clara, I noticed she was trying to push me away. She was scared of something that she didn't want to talk about so I decided not to push further and let her do what she wanted. "Thank you." I greeted and turned around to leave when I remembered something that happened that I hadn't told him yet. "There is one more thing." I tilted my head. "Silas came to see me last week." The old man's face barely had an expression but his eyes, there was a glint of something in his eyes I couldn't read. He

Author's POVAdrian stayed there minutes after the officer walked out of his office. He felt insulted and dismissed without regard. The DPO who handled the case for him was transferred to a different country but while the new officer resumed work, he made sure to pay him a visit and explain the case to him which the officer seemed to be updated about and assured him everything was under control and was going to be handled the way the previous officer would handle it. But hearing the words from his mouth now, Adrian didn't know what to think. Something about the way the officer dismissed the issue made him suspect something was wrong somewhere. Even if he had to empty the cells for murderers, he could have left the option open to put her back in jail if they had more space. But he closed the case instead. He wasn't there when they found the body everyone thought was his wife. They weren't there when Elena confessed to what she did; conniving with his uncle to demoralize him. Adri

AdrianMy meeting with Elena and the DPO stuck in my mind. I was trying to figure out what was going on. The reason why the officer refused to take the case seriously. When a call came into my phone. It was from Silas. I paused when I saw the call, wondering why Silas was calling me. I was supposed to call him if I bought his offer. I picked the call regardless and waited for him to speak first. "Hello nephew," Silas's voice spoke from the other side. He sounded like he was on something. "Have you thought about the offer? There is no more time." He continued. I almost scoffed at his words. He must think I was a joke or a pushover who would do anything he was told out of fear. "I'm not signing any offer with you." I replied bluntly and he gave a slight chuckle. "Are you sure you thought your answer through?" He was not going to back down easily. "I'm sure you've seen Elena. She's out of prison now and she'll constantly show up in front of you to frustrate you...""Then, I'll fi

ClaraJulian frowned. “You know exactly what I mean,” he said. “What was he talking about?”I shrugged lightly.“He came to talk about someone called Elena.” Julian’s brows knitted together immediately.“Elena?”“Yes.”“Do you know anyone by that name?” he asked quickly.I shook my head without hesitation. “No idea.”Julian studied my face carefully. He wasn’t convinced.“He sounded like you knew her,” he said slowly. I gave a small scoff.“He sounded like a lot of things.” Julian didn’t smile. Instead, he stepped closer.“If you remember anything…” he said, his voice lowering slightly, “you should tell me.” I didn’t respond.His eyes searched mine more intensely now.“Clara,” he pressed. “If something is coming back to you—memories, people—anything at all, you should let me know.”I held his gaze for a moment longer, then I simply turned and walked past him.“Clara—” he called but I kept walking. I had no intention of continuing that conversation.Behind me, I could feel his eyes fol

AdrianI couldn't place where my feelings were at. Whether it was fear or shock, or wonder. I sat on the sofa, my hand draped over its head while my free hand held up my jaw and I stared into the distance in thought. The loud blaring of the police van cut through my thoughts and made me conscious of my surroundings. I stepped out to meet them and answer the possible questions they had for me. "Do you know these men?" Was the first question one of the officers asked me and I shook my head slowly. Another bent over one of the men lying lifeless on the ground and picked his gun from the floor close to his hand. He examined the pistol and his brow arched knowingly. He turned to his second who held a small book and paper. "They're from the brotherhood."The guy wrote some things on the paper he was holding as if it was a valuable piece of information. Well, it was. "What business do you have with the brotherhood Mr. Hollingsworth?" He asked, ready to scribble my answers on the pape