Todos os capítulos de Five Years Too Late, Ex-husband!: Capítulo 71 - Capítulo 80

~ SEBASTIAN'S POV ~I jump from where I sit with the twins.The plastic chair screeches against the floor, creating a sharp sound that resonates with the panic in my chest.Shock is riding my senses, making my vision blur for a second. My mother… her heart. The nurse's words are like a siren blaring in my ears, telling me that I am about to lose the woman who gave me everything.I move toward the door, my legs feeling heavy. My hand touches the cold metal handle but then I pause. A sudden, sharp pain pulls at my heart. I turn my head, my gaze falling back on the hospital bed. I look at Mason, who is still connected to those buzzing machines.I look at Maddie, who is standing by his side, her small hand clutching the bed rail. I don't want to leave them.I have only just found them. For five years, I've been living in a world that is empty. I've been living with a hole in my soul that I thought could never be filled. And now, in the span of thirty minutes, I have found my color aga

~ SEBASTIAN'S POV ~My lungs are burning. I am running through the hospital hallways like a madman, my heart thumping against my chest. I had rushed to my mother's room, my mind filled with the image of her dying, only to find her sitting up and drinking tea.The doctor and the nurses I met there looked at me like I was crazy. They told me her health was actually getting better, not worse.Meanwhile, the nurse that came to call me had made excuses as she was summoned by another nurse. So she left me before I got to my mother's room. I rushed back to Mason's room the second I realized what had happened. I am moving so fast that I almost knock over a cleaning trolley. Oh gosh! My mind is a storm of thoughts.The nurse lied. I frown in confusion, my eyebrows knitting together. Why on earth would the nurse ever tell such a lie? Why would she look me in the eye and tell me my mother was dying when she wasn't? It doesn't make any sense. Nurses don't just make up heart attacks for fun.

~ DAISY'S POV ~ The flashing lights are blinding as camera shutters click like a thousand tiny teeth snapping in the dark. The red carpet under my heels feels like a path of fire but I push myself to smile. I hold my head high as I walk into the Grand theater. This is it. This is the premiere of the movie I spent months shooting. It is my big night, my moment to show the world that I am not the weak and broken girl who left five years ago. I pose for the reporters, my elegant dress flowing around my ankles, but my eyes are constantly scanning the crowd. I am still nervous after the incident at the hospital. Well, I should be… it's normal. So, I am still looking for stalking eyes. And then, my breath catches in my throat. Standing near the main entrance, dressed in a sharp black suit that costs more than a house, is Damien. He is resting his back against a marble pillar, his legs crossed, and a glass of champagne in his hand. He looks good with that pose but I hate i

~ DAISY'S POV ~“Sebastian help, I've been drugged.”I can only get those two words out as I see Vanessa coming my way.My eyes become wide as I watch her shadow stretching across the tile floor. Vanessa is walking fast, her heels clicking against the floor like a ticking bomb. The fake, sweet look she had on the stage is completely fine.Now, she looks like the Vanessa I know.Before I can utter another word, Vanessa drags the phone out of my hands and a cold gasp escapes my lips as my fingers are violently forced open. She snatches my phone away with a harsh laugh, a smug smile crossing her face. She does not even bother to look at my screen phone or the caller ID, she ends the call, pressing the red button without a single thought and throwing my phone onto a nearby chair like a piece of trash.“Who were you trying to call, Daisy?” Vanessa sneers, hissing at me sharply. “Your manager? Your driver? It doesn't matter. No one is coming to save you tonight.”I can't answer her as even

~ DAISY'S POV ~I pull the white bedsheet tighter around my shaking body, my fingers digging into the cloth until my knuckles turn white.The heat in my body is still beating, a wild and rapid pulse that makes my skin feel like it is on fire. I open my mouth, my lips dry and trembling. I try to speak and defend myself but I fail as all hands point to me while they all support Vanessa.“Listen… please…” I gasp out, my voice sounding like a broken whisper over the loud chatter of the room. “Vanessa is… she is lying. She did this to me.”But my words are instantly swallowed by a wave of angry shouts. No one wants to listen to me and no one wants to hear the truth. They look at Vanessa, who is still weeping beautifully into her hands, looking like a perfect, broken angel… and that alone, only makes them mad.“Shut up, Daisy!” a famous producer yells from the front. “Stop trying to drag an innocent girl down with you. We all saw Vanessa support you on stage. Your lies won't save you now.”