All Chapters of After The Divorce: Ex-Husband Regrets And Begs Me: Chapter 311 - Chapter 320

397 Chapters

The Forbidden Affair

ELARA'S POV: Every picture feels like a violent invasion, proving that someone was hiding nearby, watching our private moments through a camera lens. The article is filled with speculation and scandal. It calls our relationship incestuous. It calls us disgusting. It calls the Ashcroft family a den of secrets and lies. "Shocking Secrets of the Ashcroft Family Exposed." "Incest Scandal Rocks Ashcroft Family." My phone buzzes again. And again. And again. The notifications keep coming. Messages from friends and colleagues and people I have not spoken to in years. The comments are brutal. People who know nothing about our lives or our history feel completely justified typing out awful insults under every picture. "I cannot believe you would do that." "You are disgusting." "How could you sleep with your own brother?" "Shame on you." I feel sick. I feel dizzy. I feel like I am going to throw up. The air leaves my lungs all at once, making my head spin as I try despera

The Parents' Verdict

CELESTINE'S POV:A Few Days Later…The car pulls up to Alistair's London penthouse, and I sit for a moment, staring at the modern glass building that rises against the gray sky. The tall structure gleams cold and sharp in the dim afternoon light. The city hums around us, traffic and sirens and the distant murmur of millions of lives being lived. But inside this car, there is only silence. A heavy, suffocating silient that feels like it might snap at any second.Lysander is beside me. He reaches over and takes my hand. His fingers are warm and steady, grounding me in a way that only he can."Are you ready?" he asks.I squeeze his fingers. "I have to be."We get out of the car. The doorman recognizes us and ushers us inside without a word. The elevator ride is silent, the soft buzz of the machinery the only sound. I watch the numbers climb higher and higher, digital red digits flashing on the wall, and I feel my heart pound harder and harder against my ribs.I do not know what I

The Family's Acceptance

CELESTINE'S POV: "And it is not because of who you love," I continue. "But because you did not trust me enough to tell me." She starts to cry. "I am sorry. I was so scared. I thought you would hate me. I thought you would hate us." I pull her into my arms. I hold her tight. "Elara," I say. "I am still your mother. I will always love you. Both of you." I look at Alistair. His gray eyes are wet. "You and him are not related," I say. "Not by blood. So I do not see the harm. If you love each other, then that is all that matters." Elara hugs me tight. Her whole body is shaking. "Thank you," she whispers. "Thank you, Mom." I hold her. I stroke her hair. I think about all the years we have spent together. All the tears, all the laughter, betrayals and all the love. "You are my daughter," I say. "I will always love you." * * LYSANDER'S POV: * * I watch my wife embrace my daughter, and I feel something shift inside me. A knot in my stomach that has be

No More Hiding

LYSANDER'S POV: He pulls back. His eyes are wet. "I love you, Dad," he says. "I love you too, son.” * * ELARA'S POV: * * I am sitting on the couch, holding my mother's hand, and I feel like I can finally breathe. The weight that has been pressing down on my chest for days is finally lifting. The fear that has been living inside me is finally fading. My parents know. They know about us. And they do not hate me. I look at Alistair. He is sitting beside me, his hand in mine. His eyes are bright with relief. He looks like a man who has just been given a second chance. I look at my mother and she is smiling. "Elara," she says. "I want you to know something. I have always loved you. I will always love you. And I will always support you." I squeeze her hand. "Thank you, Mom." She leans in and hugs me again. "We will get through this," she says. "Together. As a family." I nod. I believe her. My father stands up. He walks over to Alistair and puts his hand on hi

Her Last Stand

VIVIENNE'S POV:I can see that I am losing.I stare at the peeling paint on the wall across from me, my hands trembling as I try to hold onto whatever small piece of control I have left.That is the thought that circles through my head over and over again, a loop that will not stop, a record that keeps skipping back to the same moment. I am losing. My plan has failed. The public no longer believes my lies.I can hear the loud ticking of the cheap plastic clock hanging near the kitchen sink, every single second sounding like a countdown to my absolute ruin.The headlines have turned against me. The same tabloids that were once eager to print my stories are now calling me a fraud. The same reporters who once listened to my every word are now ignoring my calls. The same public that once sympathized with me is now condemning me.They do not even check my emails anymore, dropping my name from their front pages as if I am nothing more than bad news they want to forget."Vivienne Tho

Vivienne's Downfall

VIVIENNE'S POV:They just look at me like I am a nuisance, a bitter old woman making noise because she lost her grip on power."She is still lying.""When will she stop?""She is pathetic."I have nothing left, no allies, no resources and also no hope.**ELARA'S POV:**I watch Vivienne's final interview on the news and I feel nothing.The screen flickers in the quiet room, showing her standing outside in the cold wind, her face pale and her clothes looking slightly rumpled.She is standing in front of the cameras, her face streaked with tears, her hands clasped in front of her. She looks frail and broken and pathetic. She is trying to destroy us one last time.Her theatrical tears do not affect me anymore, and her desperate claims sound hollow, lacking the terrifying power they used to carry.But no one believes her anymore. The media has turned against her. The public has seen the truth. She is alone and defeated.I watch the bottom ticker of the news channel roll pas

The Life We Chose

ELARA'S POV:Six months have passed since Vivienne's death, and I am sitting in the garden at Ashcroft Manor, surrounded by the roses that my father planted for my mother all those years ago even though it was burned down and he had to redo it again. The petals are soft and fragrant. The air is warm and sweet, carrying the scent of lavender and honeysuckle.A gentle breeze rustles through the surrounding trees.It is strange to be back here. Strange to sit in this garden, in this place that holds so many memories, and feel something that I have not felt in a long time.Peace.My hands rest quietly in my lap, feeling the cool stone of the bench underneath me as I take a slow, deep breath of the fresh outdoor air.The scandal is over. Vivienne is gone. The media has moved on to other stories, other scandals, other families to tear apart. The headlines that once screamed my name are now faded and forgotten. The public has forgotten about me. The world has moved on.The endless st

Love Is Enough

ALISTAIR'S POV:I squeeze her hand. She looks at me. Her green eyes are soft and warm."What are you thinking about?" she asks."You," I say. "I am always thinking about you."She smiles at me. "Alistair," she says. "I love you.""I love you too," I say. "I will always love you."We sit together in the garden, watching the sun sink lower and lower. The sky is darkening, the first stars appearing in the fading light. The air is cooling, the breeze picking up, carrying the scent of roses and earth and the promise of a new day.I do not know what the future holds. I do not know what challenges we will face. I do not know if we will always be this happy, this peaceful, this content.There will probably be new battles down the road, new obstacles that try to put our bond to the test.But I know that I will face whatever comes with her by my side. I know that I will fight for her, protect her, love her until the end of time.And that is enough.**CELESTINE'S POV:**I watch

August's Recovery

ISABELLE'S POV:The room is quiet except for the soft beeping of the monitors and the gentle rhythm of my husband's breathing.Outside the window, a small sparrow perches on the ledge for a moment before flying off into the bright blue sky.I have been sitting here for hours, holding his hand, watching the rise and fall of his chest.The heavy silence between us feels different today, softer and lighter than the terrifying quiet that used to fill this space during his worst nights.August is sleeping. His face is peaceful, relaxed, the lines of pain smoothed away. He looks younger when he sleeps, like the man I fell in love with all those years ago. His silver hair is thinner now, his skin is paler, his hands are fragile and thin. But he is still handsome. He will always be beautiful to me.I trace the thin blue veins on the back of his hand, careful not to press too hard against his worn skin.The doctors said the treatments were working. The cancer was in remission. He was w

The Secret Witness

AUGUST'S POV:"Everyone knows that they are not related," she continues. "Not by blood and Celestine and Lysander have accepted them."I nod slowly."Good," I say. "That is so good."She looks at me. "You are not upset?""No," I say. "I am not upset. I am just glad that they are happy."She leans down and kisses my forehead."I love you," she says once again."I love you too." I told her too.**MAXWELL'S POV:**I walk into the room and I see my father awake.I pause near the doorway for a second, my heart lifting as I take in the sight of him sitting up instead of lying pale and still against the pillows.He is sitting up in bed, his face pale but his eyes bright. My mother is beside him, holding his hand. She looks tired, but she looks happy."Dad," I say. "You are awake."He turns his head. His pale blue eyes find mine."Maxwell," I say. "Come here."I walk over to him. I take his hand."I am so proud of you," he says.I blink. "Proud of me?""Of the man you h

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