All Chapters of Shared by My Husband's Best Friends: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

The weeks after Baby Hope's adoption were supposed to be happy.And they were. Mostly.The house was full of laughter. Hope chased Grace around the living room. Derek Jr. took his first steps. Grace Marie said her first word. Baby Hope slept through the night.But something was wrong with me.I woke up tired. Every day. No matter how much I slept.I looked at the children and felt nothing. Not love. Not joy. Just emptiness.I looked at Luca and felt nothing. At Eli. At Derek. At Luke. At Damien.Nothing.I started crying for no reason. In the shower. In the kitchen. In the middle of the night.I stopped eating. I stopped talking. I stopped moving.Eli noticed first.He sat next to me on the couch. He took my hand. He asked if I was okay.I said yes. I was fine.He said I did not look fine.I started crying.He held me.Luca came into the room. He saw me crying. He sat on my other side. He asked what was wrong.I said I did not know.Derek came into the room. He knelt in front of me. H

Luca stepped back from the door. His face was white. He said Lena was standing there.I walked to the door. I opened it.Lena stood there. Her dark hair was short. Her dark eyes were tired.She said she was sorry. For the text. For the fear. For everything.I asked what she wanted.She said she wanted to say goodbye. For real this time. She was leaving the country. Going to Europe. Starting over.I asked if she was sure.She said yes.I hugged her.She cried.She said she was sorry. For all the pain. For all the lies. For all the fear.I said I forgave her.She let go. She walked away.She did not look back.I closed the door. I locked it.Luca asked if she was really gone.I said yes.Eli held me.The painting watched.That night, we sat at the table. Nine people. One table.Eli raised his glass. He said to peace.Luca raised his. I raised mine. Derek raised his. Luke raised his. Damien raised his. Derek's father raised his.Hope raised her sippy cup.We drank.The children slept. Th

Luca stepped back from the door. His face was white. He said Marcus was standing there.I walked to the door. I opened it.Marcus stood there. His dark hair was gray. His face was thin. His eyes were tired.He said he was sorry. For the text. For the fear. For everything.I asked what he wanted.He said he wanted to say goodbye. For real this time. He was being released. Early. Good behavior. He was going to live with his sister. Across the country.I asked if he was sure.He said yes. He was done. No more lies. No more hate. No more pain.I asked if he was sorry.He said yes. For all of it. For the accident. For the twins. For the lies.I asked if he forgave himself.He said he was trying.I hugged him.He cried.He said he was sorry. For all the pain. For all the lies. For all the fear.I said I forgave him.He let go. He walked away.He did not look back.I closed the door. I locked it.Luca asked if he was really gone.I said yes.Eli held me.The painting watched.That night, we

I stared at my phone. The words blurred.I am coming home. For good. Wait for me. – DI looked at Derek. He was holding Hope. His face was pale.He said it was not him.Luca read the text over my shoulder. His jaw tightened. He said it could be Damien. Or Derek's father.Damien shook his head. He said he did not send it.Derek's father shook his head. He said he did not send it either.Eli asked who else could be coming.Derek's face went white. He said there was one more person. Someone he had never told us about.I asked who.Derek said his son. From a previous relationship. Before me. He had never met him. He had never told anyone.I asked why.Derek said because he was ashamed. Because he had abandoned the boy. Because he did not want to face what he had done.I asked if the boy knew about him.Derek said no.I asked how the boy could have found us.Derek said he did not know.The doorbell rang.Luca looked through the peephole. He said it was a young man. Dark hair. Derek's eyes.

Luca stepped back from the door. His face was white. His hands were shaking. He said Lena was standing there.I walked to the door. My heart was pounding. I opened it.Lena stood there. Her dark hair was short. Her dark eyes were tired. She looked thinner than I remembered.She said she was sorry. For the text. For the fear. For everything.I asked what she wanted.She said she wanted to say goodbye. For real this time. She was leaving the country. Going to Europe. Starting over.I asked if she was sure.She said yes.I hugged her.She cried. Her body shook against mine.She said she was sorry. For all the pain. For all the lies. For all the fear.I said I forgave her.She let go. She walked away.She did not look back.I closed the door. I locked it.Luca asked if she was really gone.I said yes.Eli held me.The painting watched.That night, we sat at the table. Ten people. One table.Eli raised his glass. He said to peace.Luca raised his. I raised mine. Derek raised his. Luke rais