Todos os capítulos de Divorced, But Taken By My Ex’s Uncle For Revenge: Capítulo 131 - Capítulo 140

The house is quiet. Not completely, though. Theo has been in his bedroom since he returned from school earlier, his voice occasionally drifting down the hallway whenever he speaks to one of his friends through his headset. Every now and then, I hear laughter followed by an exaggerated protest before another sound of silence follows. Everything is normal now. The custody case is over, the hearings are over, the arguments are over, and so is the whole waiting. I should feel relieved knowing all these, but instead, I don’t. If anything, I feel dreadful. I’m seated on the couch in the sitting room staring at absolutely nothing. The telethon is on, but the volume is muted, and I can’t even tell what’s going on there. At the thought, a low, heavy sigh escapes me, and I lean back against the cushions before closing my eyes. Except, I regret it immediately. Because the moment I do, my mind finds a way to drift right back to the courthouse. I’m suddenly reminded of the very th

For a moment, I genuinely think I've heard him wrong. The noise of the café around us fades and the conversations around us disappear, leaving me to only hear the sentence Adrian has just spoken, the sound replaying in my head on a loop. ‘I still love you.’ I stare at him for that moment and wait for him to take it back. I wait for him to say he didn’t mean it. To laugh or do something—anything that shows whatever he just said is a joke. Because it has to be a joke. A sick one, at that. Instead, he just stands there, looking at me like he actually meant it. “You really shouldn’t have said that,” is the first thing that escapes my mouth. “I know,” he says, clenching his jaw. Then, he says, “but it’s true.” I let out a short, disbelieving laugh. “True?" "Yes,” he says immediately. "Now it's true?" I watch as panic flashes in his eyes, and before he can answer, I push, “after everything, Adrian?” My voice is low and calm, and the more I think about his words, the more ange

I watch Elara disappear around the corner of the hallway. A few seconds later, the sound of our bedroom door closing softly resounds in the whole penthouse, and silence follows. I, on the other hand, just remain where I am, still staring at the empty space she left behind. She said she went out for coffee and air. Coffee and air. The reminder of that makes me almost laugh instantly, but I hold it back in just so I don’t sound like a maniac. It’s not because what she said is funny, but rather because it’s such a bad, terrible lie. One I would have never imagined Elara would say to me. Damn it. “Nathaniel,” Theo’s voice pulls me out of my thoughts, and my attention turns towards him. He’s now standing in the living room doorway holding a notebook. His expression is serious, lips pursed into a thin line, and his hair is a mess, looking like he has ran his hand through it. Which, judging by the tiredness in his eyes, is true. I lift a brow. “You need anything?” He nods.

I could barely get any sleep throughout the night. Every time I closed my eyes, I found myself thinking back to the stupid meeting with Adrian as the sound of his voice and the words he said replayed in my mind again and again. ‘I still love you.’I’ve never thought these three words would sound stupid to my ears. And by the time morning comes, I find myself genuinely exhausted. The worst part is that I don’t know why on earth I won’t stop thinking about them. It could be that my mind is holding onto it for shock value because Adrian never used to say things like that. During the time we were married, he never said he loved me, and neither did he when things were falling part. Not even when I was begging him to look at me and see me.And now, he decides it’s to time to say it.Now. After I’ve moved on with my life, he wants to bring me down so I can join him in the trenches. Pushing away the thoughts to the back of my mind, I I stare down at my coffee.The dark liquid has gone

The drive home is quieter than the drive there.A lot quieter — obviously— given Theo isn’t here to make any noise. For the first ten minutes, I keep expecting my phone to ring. I expect it to buzz with a text too, or just do something, but it doesn’t. And the silence gives my thoughts too much room to wander, especially Theo’s reaction to being told he was going to meet his father. I have no idea why I was surprised by his excitement. I really shouldn’t have since this kid hasn’t seen his father in a while now, but I’d been, and it forced me to sit with the guilt of realizing I never for once thought of letting them both meet. Hell, I’d even refused in the first place. Doesn’t that make me a terrible mother? A selfish mother too? A small part of me says I’m really not — that I was just trying to protect him. But the other part — the reasonable one — says I was, and the excitement, the smile, and how he’d ran to meet Adrian was enough proof of that. So which of them is right?Th