All Chapters of DEAR EX HUSBAND, YOU LOVED ME TOO LATE: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

JONATHAN’S POVI hated fighting with Liam, I really did.He had been my best friend since before we could even talk, and he knew me more than I even knew myself sometimes, and I could say the same for him but the problem was that this time, he was not even making an effort to understand.I had finally found love.For the first time I had finally felt what it felt like to be wanted by a woman, and for me to love someone as much as they loved me, and yet he could not even let me have this without telling me to beware of her like she was some sort of criminal.I looked at Liam sometimes and I always wanted the kind of love that he had.Not that I was envious of him or anything, in fact I was one of the happiest for him when he and Anika were finally on the same page. They brought out the best in each other, and those two had so much chemistry that it was disgusting sometimes, but they were in love.I wanted that for myself too.And I found that in Cynthia…. So why, just why, could Liam n

LIAM’S POV“Nooo!”I shot upright from that tiny bunk bed with so much force that the top of my head slammed against the cold metal frame above me.Bang.Pain exploded through my skull.“Hey you, stop being so noisy.”Sergio's irritated voice drifted down from the top bunk.“I... I'm sorry,” I muttered, rubbing the sore spot on my head.“Whatever. Just settle the fuck down before I come down there and make sure you never make a peep again.”Well...I guess you could already tell what an absolute delight my cellmate was.I let out a shaky breath and sat on the edge of the mattress, burying my face in my hands.The nightmare again.Every single damn night.It always started the same way.Anika.She would be standing somewhere far away from me, smiling softly.Then the ground beneath her feet would disappear.She would begin sinking.Slowly.Into a darkness that had no end, like a bottomless pit, and I would see her just sink lower and lower, never stopping.I always ran.I screamed unti

JONATHAN’S POV“Are you alright, baby?”I forced a smile onto my face and leaned forward just enough to let Cynthia kiss my cheek.My plan had never been to come back here after the way she behaved the other day.I was done.At least, I thought I was.But then Anika planted that seed of doubt in my head, and no matter how hard I tried to ignore it, it kept growing.I needed answers.Liam was behind bars for a crime that I knew, with every fiber of my being, he did not commit.Yet somehow...Everything seemed to point back to Cynthia.None of it made sense.Her hatred toward Liam had always been strange.She had never even met him, yet every time his name came up there was this tiny flicker in her eyes.It was pure disgust, like she hated even the thought of him. No matter how subtle it was, it was still there.Then there was her fashion line. Anika said that the newly released clothes were the same ones that she sketched, and I knew that she was no liar.So everything was just weird.

FELICIA’S POVMy phone tinged with a notification from my email.The private investigator that I had contacted to dig into Cynthia had all of the weird things that had been happening with Liam and his arrest.When I heard that news in particular, I just knew that Anika was going to be miserable and I wanted nothing more than to be there for her. I wanted to just hug her and make her know that I was not going to go anywhere, whether she wanted me there or not.But the thing is, I meant it when I said that I would never show my face in front of her again until I was able to prove my innocence.I felt like that was the only way that I was going to feel good about seeing her again.I owed that to her, and I owed that to myself as well.So when I saw the email that read:CONFIDENTIALIt felt like my heart had leapt all the way to my throat.My fingers trembled as I clicked it open.The report loaded.The very first page made my stomach twist.Subject: Cynthia Brooks.No...I kept scrolling

BREE'S POV“Jonathan has found out!” I said.The door closed loudly behind me as I stormed in with wild eyes, breathing loudly, urgency clearly laced in my tone.The man did not even bother looking at me.He just continued smoking his stick of cigar while going through his phone like this was just another random Tuesday to him.Was he serious right now?How on earth could he be so calm and collected when I, on the other hand, was completely losing my mind?“Mr. Smith!”Nothing.Not even a glance.I walked closer to him, my fists clenched tightly by my sides.“Did you hear what I said?”He lazily scrolled through whatever was on his phone before finally looking up at me with an annoyed expression.“What?”My eyes widened.“What do you mean what?” I snapped. “Did you hear me? I said he already fucking found out!”The next thing I knew, large hands wrapped around my neck, cutting off my ability to breathe completely.I never even saw him move.One second he was sitting down, and the next,