All Chapters of After The Divorce: Ex-Husband Regrets And Begs Me: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

KIER'S POV:Camille Thornwell has always been spoiled and cruel and shallow. That is not me being bitter, hell, no that is just me telling the truth. She laughed at Celestine behind her back at family dinners and charity galas and country club luncheons. She called her sister in law "that ordinary girl" when she thought no one else was listening, and she made Celestine feel small and invisible and worthless every chance she got.I used to find it amusing. I used to think it was just Camille being Camille, just her way of asserting dominance, just her way of reminding everyone that she was a Thornwell and Celestine was nothing. I never defended my wife. I never told my sister to shut up. I just let it happen, the way I let everything happen, because it was easier than standing up for someone I did not really care about.But now Camille's cruelty and her shallowness and her spoiled entitlement are working against her, because she never thought that I would do to her what I am about to d

CAMILLE'S POV:I stand in the middle of my bedroom and I was shaking and it was full body shaking of someone who has just realized that her life is no longer her own, that she has been sold to the highest bidder, that the brother she grew up with has turned into a monster.I think about Kier's face and the coldness in his eyes with the way he threatened me with my own secrets, the ones I thought I had buried so deep that no one would ever find them.He knows about Geoffrey. He knows about the affair I had when I was nineteen, the married man who promised to leave his wife for me and then laughed in my face when I told him I was pregnant. He knows about the abortion, the clinic in Switzerland, the money our father paid to make it all go away before he died.He knows everything. And now he is going to use it against me.I want to hate him. I do hate him. But I also hate myself, because I did this. I made myself vulnerable. I gave him the weapons he is now using to destroy me. And I neve

SABLE'S POV:Oh, she tried to fight them. She fights the whole way down the stairs, scratching and kicking and screaming and it seems as if her neighbours weren't around because no one opens their door to find out why she was screaming this hard, but the man dragging her is stronger than her, so much stronger, and he does not even seem to notice her attempts to escape. He pulls her out of the building and across the pavement and into a black van that is waiting at the curb, its engine running, its doors open.The last thing Sable sees before the van doors close is her daughter being put into a different car. A woman she has never met, blond and smiling, buckling Elara into a car seat like she belongs there. The baby is still crying, still reaching for her mother, but the woman does not care. She just closes the door and gets into the driver's seat and drives away.Sable screams. She screams until her throat is raw and her voice is gone and the men in the van tell her to shut up or the

KIER'S POV:I get back in the van and I do not look at the warehouse as we drive away.There is nothing to see back there. Just a body on a concrete floor and a pool of blood that will be cleaned up by the men who are paid to do such jobs. It was just the end of a woman who made the mistake of thinking she could use me and walk away without consequences, like another chapter closed, another loose end tied off, another step on the road to getting back what is mine.I lean my head against the cold window of the van and I should feel sad or something. That is what normal people would feel, probably. Guilt or sadness or at least the hollow echo of a conscience. But I do not feel any of those things. I feel empty, the way I have felt empty since Celestine walked out of my penthouse and disappeared from my life. The killing did not fill that emptiness. It did not even touch it. It was just another action, another decision, another thing that needed to be done.Sable is dead. Good. She deser

LYSANDER'S POV:She leans over and kisses my cheek. Then she rests her head on my shoulder and we sit together in the nursery, surrounded by baby clothes and soft blankets.I place my hand on her belly. Beneath my palm, I feel a flutter, a movement, the unmistakable sensation of our child shifting inside her."Hello in there," I say softly. "I am your father. I am going to protect you. Both of you. No matter what it takes."Celestine turns her head and looks at me. Her brown eyes are soft and warm and full of a love that I still cannot quite believe is real."I know," she says. "That is why I love you."I kiss her. She kisses me back. And for a moment, just a moment, the world feels safe.~~~~~My phone rings.The sound is sharp and jarring, cutting through the quiet of the nursery like a knife. I pull back from Celestine and reach for my phone, glancing at the screen.Unknown number.I hesitate. I should not answer. Unknown numbers are traps, tricks, phishing attempts, they are the s