After The Divorce: Ex-Husband Regrets And Begs Me のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 121 - チャプター 130

ATHENA'S POV:I am in the gym at Ashcroft Manor as I gave myself an off day, punching a bag that has Kier Thornwell's face taped to it, and I am not sure if this counts as therapy or violence or some strange combination of both, but it feels good and that is all that matters right now.The bag swings back and forth with each hit, the taped on photograph crinkling under my knuckles. Kier's smug smile is starting to peel off at the edges, and I take a certain satisfaction in that. This is the man who made my sister in law's life a living hell for three years she had lived with him.I hate him. I hate him with a fierceness that surprises me sometimes, because I did not even like Celestine, not really, not beyond the polite nods and forced smiles of family gatherings, but that was then and she is my family now. She is my brother's wife, the mother of his unborn child, and she is one of the strongest people I have ever met.And Kier Thornwell tried to destroy her.So I punch his face. Over

MAXWELL POV:My tongue drags through her slick folds in one long, broad stroke, tasting her properly for the first time. She’s sweet and musky and addictive. I groan against her pussy and do it again, licking deeper, circling her clit before sucking it into my mouth. Athena’s hips buck hard, a broken moan tearing from her throat. I band one arm across her stomach, holding her down as I eat her like a man starved.I lick and suck and fuck her with my tongue, alternating between long, slow drags and fast, relentless flicks across her swollen clit. My two fingers slide into her tight heat, curling upward to stroke that spot inside her that makes her thighs shake. I add a third, stretching her, pumping them in time with my tongue while I suck hard on her clit.“Fuck—Maxwell—oh my gosh,” she gasps, fingers fisting in my hair, grinding against my face. She’s riding my tongue shamelessly now, smearing her wetness all over my mouth and chin. The wet, filthy sounds of me devouring her pussy fi

LYSANDER'S POV:I am driving back from a business meeting in London when I noticed my car brakes fail.It happens so fast that at first I do not understand what is happening. I am on a winding road, the one that cuts through the valley between the motorway and the estate, the road I have driven a hundred times, a thousand times, a road I know so well that I could drive it in my sleep. The sun is setting behind the hills and I am thinking about Celestine with the way she looked this morning with her hair messy and her belly round and her eyes still heavy with sleep. I am thinking about getting home to her and wrapping my arms around her and feeling our baby kick against my palm the way she has been doing lately, little flutters that make me forget everything else in the world.I press the brake pedal to slow down for the curve ahead.The pedal goes all the way to the floor and nothing happens.I press it again, more harder. The pedal sinks down, loose and useless, and the car keeps mov

KIER'S POV:Celestine is mine and I will make sure of it. My thoughts went back to the baby she is carrying, his baby, the baby that should have been mine. I think about the life we could have had, the life we should have had, if I had not been so stupid, so blind, so cruel even about the plastic surgery comment I had maed with the way she laughed at me. The way she said I do not want you to look like my husband. I want my husband.She chose him. She chose him over me. She chose him over the father of her first child, the child she killed, the child who would have been ours if she had just given me a chance to be better.I hate her. I hate her for leaving me. I hate her for giving up on me. I hate her for making me feel like I am nothing, like I have always been nothing, like I will never be anything.But I also love her. I love her in a way that makes no sense, in a way that defies logic and reason and self respect. I love her the way an addict loves the drug that is killing him. I l

KIER'S POV:I did not sleep that night.I sit in my empty apartment and I replay what I saw through that glass wall over and over like a movie I cannot turn off. The way her body moved. The way her mouth opened. The way she looked at Lysander like he hung the moon, like he was the only man in the world, like she had never been with anyone else, like I never existed at all.I pour myself a drink. It was whiskey, the good stuff I only drink for special occasions. I drink it fast, letting it burn its way down my throat, and then I pour another.And another.I stop counting after the third one, because counting is what Celestine used to do. She used to count. She used to keep track of the anniversaries I forgot and the dinners I missed and the cruel comments I made without even realizing it. She used to write them down in a little notebook she kept in her nightstand drawer, a tally of all the ways I had failed her, a scorecard of my shortcomings.I hated her for that. I hated her for keep