All Chapters of Divorced, But Taken By My Ex’s Uncle For Revenge: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

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071 | ELARA ELLIS

The night doesn’t feel like it’s ending anytime soon. I don’t know if it’s because I’ve spent a very long time just lying here in bed, or if it’s just the time, but the night feels longer than it usually does. I’m lying on my side of Nathaniel’s and my bed, staring at nothing in particular. My mind, on the other hand, refuses to settle or calm down even when my body is still. I can only think of what happened this morning. Of Vivienne’s sudden appearance which I didn’t expect in the least. And how she emphasized on the information that he hugged her back. Which, to be honest, he did. My chest tightens at the reminder of the image, and I let out a slow breath, my mind now racing through other thoughts. If he hugged her back, does that mean he misses her? Does that mean he wants to go back? Does that mean he’s not as scared of her as I think? And most importantly, the question I’ve been too scared to even ask myself, does that mean he might be pretending to be scared of her?

072 | ELARA ELLIS

Nathaniel looks like he’s going to die from how much his body is stiff. His shoulders are crowded with tension, his hands balled into fists beside him, jaw clenched tight. Even his nostrils have flared, his pupils wide and blown with obvious desire. Good. I’m getting to him. I hook my finger on the waistband of his trousers, and his eyes widen again. “Elara —“ his voice is raspy when he speaks, his dark irises gleaming. “Don’t.” “Why?” I ask, my tone soft and seductive as I drag down the pants. “Because you don’t want to open up to me? Don’t want me to reach where you’re hiding?” “No, that’s not it,” he says, his hips almost bucking as I reach for his boxers. “It’s just — “ he shuts his eyes closed and exhales loudly. “Fuck!” “What is it?” “I—“ he sucks in another breath. “I don’t — “ “You don’t want this? Don’t want me to reach yo?” I ask. “And you’re still letting me undress you?” His eyes snap open just as i draw down his briefs, his cock bobbing between us. It’s h

073 | ELARA ELLIS

I don’t wait for a second go pass before pushing myself up. Nathaniel already has his cock tucked back into his trouser, shoulders stiff as he makes his way back to the bed when I do that. Then, before I can even stop myself, I blurt out, “So this is how you deal with problems? This is your solution?” He stops, but doesn’t turn. He only tilts his head to the side slightly, looking at me from the corner of his eyes. “Drop it, Elara.” My chest tightens at the dismissal, and I almost let out a laugh. However, I keep my face straight when I reply. “No.” I watch as something flashes across his face, but it disappears almost immediately. His mouth opens as if he wants to speak, but he decides against it and turns again, his fists clenching beside him. I step closer to him. “You were about to say something, no?” When he says nothing, I add, “what was it?” Again, he doesn’t say anything. And that’s when the anger bubbling inside me rushes, surging through my veins. “If you knew you w

074 | ELARA ELLIS

The moment the words leave Nathaniel’s mouth, the breath swooshes out of my throat. My hearts thumps wildly in my chest, pulse roaring in my eyes. What? A murderer? Is this a joke? I expect him to take back the words. To say he’d just said it in the heat of the moment. However, he doesn’t. If anything, he repeats it. “I’m a murderer.” For a second again, I think he will shut down again. I think he’ll turn away and rebuild whatever wall he hides behind and leave me standing here with nothing but that. But he doesn’t. He exhales slowly, dragging a hand over his face like he’s already tired of it — of me, of this, of whatever he just let slip. Like he even regrets saying it. Calling himself a murderer. What does he mean? I open my mouth to speak, to say something— anything — but nothing comes out. So, I snap it back shut and blink back the tears I realize is blurring my eyes, letting him speak. He’s not even looking at me like he’s in control anymore. He seems

075 | ELARA ELLIS

I don’t realize when I reach for the door behind me, holding onto it so I don’t fall. My knees can no longer hold me, my fingers are shaky, body taut, heart racing so fast I fear it might jump out of its ribcage, and even inside my body feels hot, like I’m catching on fire from within. And Nathaniel’s words won’t stop playing in my mind again and again. He had someone he loved. Someone he loved so deeply, her death has something to do with how he is now. Another tear rolls down my cheek at the thought, followed by another, and I watch as a look of worry flashes in Nathaniel’s eye, his jaw clenching. He’s worried. But is it about me? For me? As if he can read my mind, he takes a step towards me, but I put a hand out to stop him. “Elara—“ I shake my head, cutting him off. Crazy because I still want to know. Want to know about the woman who carved herself deep into his heart that he hates his own family for her. And why I want to know is beyond me. I have no idea why I

076 | NATHANIEL HALE MONROE

I’ve been in the study for over an hour. Maybe even longer. I honestly can’t tell anymore. The glass of whiskey sitting in my hand has gone warm a long time ago, but I still haven’t finished it. I just remain there in silence, staring at nothing while the city lights beyond the windows from behind me blur together. My mind should be on the past. On her. On the things I said tonight that I swore I would never say to another living person again. But somehow, that’s not what keeps replaying in my head. It’s Elara. My mind is stuck on the way her breathing turned uneven as I spoke, the tears in her eyes, the way she held onto the door like her body could no longer carry her weight, and — I shut my eyes briefly and lean back against the chair, not allowing the thoughts to continue. Fuck. I’ve seen people cry before. I’ve seen people break. Hell, I’ve caused it more times than I can count. So why the fuck is this affecting me this much? Another image of a tear rolling down El

078 | ELARA ELLIS

I wake slowly, like my body is resisting the return to awareness. For a few seconds, I don’t understand where I am at first. The ceiling above me looks very familiar, but my mind fails to recognize it, still trying to catch up to the present. And that’s when everything rushes to my mind. I suddenly remember staring at this same ceiling last night, thinking about a lot of things until Nathaniel and I eventually started speaking. I remember trying to talk to him, him getting up to leave, me still trying to reach him until he left me there. Then, every single detail of the argument that follows comes after. His confession, the woman, the blood of innocent people in his hands, and most importantly, the reason he became like this. I feel my chest tighten instantly, and I close my eyes, trying to breathe through it. I can’t be this toxic. Surely, I should be more worried about the fact that the man I’m married to has a lot of blood on his hands. But no, my mind and heart choose

079 | ELARA ELLIS

The whole penthouse is quiet. It’s not the calm, peaceful kind of silence. But rather, a strange one—one that leaves me sitting with my thoughts for longer than I intend to. I’m standing beside the kitchen island with my phone in my hand, staring down at the untouched glass of water in front of me while the sound of cartoons drifts in faintly from the living room. Theo has been there for almost thirty minutes now. Since I ensured he had his bath and changed into one of the clothes Nathaniel got him, he requested to put on cartoon in the living room, and I let him. Every now and then, though, I hear the sound of movement from the television before silence swallows the space again, and each time it happens, I have to stop myself from turning to check if he’s still there. And I have no idea why. But my thoughts won’t stop circulating around how Nathaniel treated him. And despite him telling me why, I still can’t bring myself to understand why someone would love my kid—a kid that

079 | ELARA ELLIS

I have no idea how long I’ve been standing under the shower. But I do know for a fact that it’s long enough that Theo must already be waiting for me. I shut off the shower, still not ready to move, and stand there. The bathroom is engulfed in silence as the sound of water goes off, and as I rest my hand on the edge of the sink, watching steal curl up the mirror, my mind travels to only one thing. My discussion with Laurent in the morning. Since that time, I haven’t been able to focus fully on anything else. I find myself distracted at times, sometimes not listening to what Theo has to say—even though today was supposed to be our close-bonding day as I planned. I can’t stop thinking whether Adrian is going to take Theo away from me. I mean, the possibilities are there. The chances of him doing that are very high, and if I don’t use whatever I have against him efficiently, he might actually win. And when he does, he’ll walk away with my child without second thoughts lik

080 | ELARA ELLIS

Nathaniel’s words make the breath swoosh out of my lungs. I don’t realize when I reach for the doorframe behind me and press my hand against it to steady myself so I don’t fall. The image of the mysterious man Nathaniel just spoke about flashes in my mind that instant, and my heart drops into my stomach. The mysterious man could be Kieran Blake? I don’t even understand or know why I’m surprised by that information. I mean, it’s very possible, and the look on Nathaniel’s face is a proof of that. He takes my silence as an indication to continue. “Kieran and Vivienne met last night,” he says. “Near the same park the incident happened between you two.” The dread in my stomach intensifies. “My private investigator had his men follow them. They couldn’t hear anything they were saying, though. But it’s clear they’re planning something.” He goes quiet for a short while before adding. “Which is why I said he might be the same mysterious man. It’s not confirmed though, but the chanc

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