บททั้งหมดของ Too Late To Want Me Back, Ex-Husband!: บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

ELARAKillian.His distinct, intoxicating scent tickled my nostrils the exact same millisecond my ears picked up on the heavy wooden door opening slowly, and then closing just the same. But the footsteps didn't come any closer. He remained standing where he was, right by the entrance. And that hesitation made my heart pick up a racing rhythm for the very first time since the incident had occurred.After the building guards had finally gotten involved and violently dragged Shawn away, Nicole had led my shaking frame down the corridor to this private recovery room. It was a space designed like a compact hospital suite, kept completely clean and sterile in case of medical emergencies within the company, typically slotted exclusively for the use of the corporate higher-ups. But right now, it felt just as utterly bland and suffocating as a standard ward. There was nothing but a narrow bed, a few leather chairs, a little television mounted to the wall, a couple of storage cabinets, and a

KILLIANI stared down at Elara, who looked completely at ease inside the heavy anchoring of my arms. She was sleeping deeply, and looking down at her, my chest felt full—flooded with an intense wave of love, aching longing, and a profound, quiet satisfaction.We hadn’t spoken more than a handful of words in the quiet hours we had been huddled tightly together on this narrow mattress, but it honestly felt as though we had been conversing for that entire length of time. It was as if a silent, seamless dialogue was being exchanged directly between our souls, filled with an understanding that only the two of us could ever truly comprehend.She pouted softly in her sleep, adjusting and readjusting her weight against my body to get comfortable. I couldn't help the small smile that tugged at my lips as I reached out to touch her hair, lazily trailing my fingers down the silky, dark strands.The smile dried up instantly when my body tried reacting to her extreme closeness for the umpteenth ti

SHAWNGod, I had missed this.I had missed this dining hall. I had missed the house staff bringing out delectable food, batch after batch, the rich aromas making my nostrils sting in pleasure and my mouth water with anticipation. I had missed the basic dignity of eating tasty, expertly prepared meals with my family.Miranda was a notorious cook; her soggy, undercooked meals had once led me straight into the bathroom, throwing up over the toilet bowl for more than 30 minutes. In fact, her cooking was so atrocious that I had taken to doing the kitchen work myself during the miserable days we had lived together in that apartment, for my own sanity and the well-being of my unborn baby.Was the woman good at a single thing in her entire life, besides for sex? I wondered bitterly, casting a sideways glance at her as she ate her food calmly and tentatively. She chewed each bite slowly, as if she were critically judging its complex taste—as if she could actually do a damn thing better than

SHAWNAs my body plunged through the empty air, I was instantly, terrifyingly reminded of the nightmare I had suffered weeks before everything in my life truly started to fall apart. In that dream, I had been falling endlessly into a bottomless, pitch-black pit. Only there was no metaphorical pit this time—there was only the solid ground of the estate courtyard rushing up to meet me.A wave of raw fear completely swamped my senses. Am I going to die right here? my mind screamed in panic. Who the hell is behind this evil? Who could have possibly bypassed the estate security just to pull me over the ledge?!Frantic, disorganized thoughts raced through my brain at a million miles per minute as the wind rushed past my ears. My arms flailed wildly against the empty air, trying desperately to find a handhold, anything to stop the descent. I opened my mouth, a jolt of adrenaline reminding my paralyzed vocal cords that I needed to shout for help—but it was already too late.The exact milli

ELARAI lost to Killian. And to be honest with myself, I was glad that I did.A sheepish, small smile touched my lips as I stood in front of the full-length mirror in my dressing room, checking myself out from head to toe. I was actually prepping for a date.For the occasion, I had chosen a sleek, midnight-blue silk slip dress that hugged my curves perfectly before cascading down to an elegant slit just above my left knee. I left my hair down in loose, voluminous waves that fell past my shoulders, and applied a subtle touch of makeup, finishing with a bold, dark red lipstick that made my features pop. Around my neck hung a delicate diamond pendant.I turned this way and that in front of the glass, the smile completely refusing to leave my face. My mind replayed the chess match from this morning, remembering all the ways Killian’s eyes had snagged on my exposed skin with every intentional move I had made to distract his focus. It was cute how hard he had fought to maintain his concen