Alle Kapitel von Two Times Mrs Weston : Kapitel 41 – Kapitel 50

DEAN'S POVThe vase shattered as I hurled it against the wall, ceramic fragments scattering across the hospital floor.Isabella jolted upright in the bed, her eyes wide, her hand pressed against her chest. “Dean, are you insane? What is wrong with you?”“What is wrong with me?” I spun around to face her, my chest heaving. “Have you seen the news? It's only a matter of time before Aria gets cleared of the charges. All of it.”Isabella sat up immediately, the color draining from her face. “What? So she's not going to jail?” Her voice rose. “We lost a child, Dean. Our child. Who the hell is going to pay for that?”Something snapped inside me at those words.I walked toward her slowly, my fists clenched at my sides. “How about you and that boyfriend of yours pay for it? After all he's behind it all.”She shifted backward on the bed, pressing herself against the pillows. “Dean, He's my ex. We ended things long ago. He means nothing to me.”“I lost my child because of him!” I shouted. “I ha

XAVIER'S POV“What?”Aria walked past me into my room before I could stop her. She crossed to the couch, sat down, and patted the space beside her.“I need to talk to you.”Oh.Here I was thinking she meant something else entirely.I walked in reluctantly and sat close to the edge, leaving enough distance between us to think clearly. “I'm listening.”Her gaze dropped to her hands. “About what you said... that you can't survive it if I left.” She looked up. “What did you mean by that?”“It's exactly what it meant.” My voice came out quieter than I intended. “I think I made it clear enough. But you insisted on leaving anyway.”“Xavier, the contract…”“I know what the contract says.” I turned to face her fully. “I made the rules, Aria. Every single one of them. But here I am, breaking every single one because I couldn't control my feelings for you.”Her lips parted. Closed. Then parted again.“I don't get it.” She slipped a hand through her hair, tugging at the strands. “I was your siste

ARIA'S POV“Xavier.” I shot up from the chair. “Oh my God, are you okay? Hold on, I'm going to get the doct…”His hand shot out and caught my wrist,pulling me back down onto the bed, right beside him.“You didn't answer the question, Aria.”I took a look at him, noticed how weak his grip was around mine. It could have been worse, way worse. “I thought I was going to lose you.” The words tumbled out between sobs. “I thought… God, you scared me.”His thumb brushed across my cheek, wiping away the tears that lingered on my face. “I never knew I was married to a crybaby.”I shoved at his chest lightly. “You should have told me, Xavier. You should have told me about your….”“You never asked.” He cut me off calmly. "And if it makes you feel any better, I'd eat every last piece of that meal if you served it again.”My brows furrowed. “You knew?”He shrugged like it meant nothing to him, and the movement alone looked painful.“You knew it had peanuts in it, and you still…” I straightened. “

ARIA'S POV His mouth was on me before I could prepare myself. I'd imagined a lot of crazy things over the years. Thought about the impossible, the unthinkable. But never, not even once, did it cross my mind that I would end up here. On my ex-brother-in-law's bed, his mouth between my thighs, warm and soft against my cunt. The realization hit me all at once, leaving me stunned and more than a little overwhelmed. Of all the twists my life could have taken, this was the one I never saw coming. The first touch of his tongue sent a shock through my entire body. My hips jerked off the bed as a sound escaped my throat, something between a gasp and a moan that I didn't recognize as my own. “Yes…” My hands instinctively squeeze my breast between my palms. “Oh right there. Xavier, that feels so good.” Xavier’s hands pressed my thighs apart, holding me open for him. His tongue slid through my wetness slowly, like he had all the time in the world and intended to use every second. F

ARIA’S POVVictor blinked. “A honeymoon?”I kept my expression smooth, even as my heart hammered against my ribs.“Why not?” I gestured vaguely, forcing confidence into my voice. “Newlyweds go on honeymoons. It's romantic. It's public. It gives the press something to talk about besides... everything else.”Xavier stared at me like I had grown a second head. Victor stared like he was trying to decide if I was brilliant or insane.I just sat there, smiling like I hadn't just thrown a grenade into the middle of the room.“Say something, Xavier. Please say something before I lose my nerve.” I thought to myself.Xavier opened his mouth, closed it, opened it again.Nothing came out.Victor was watching him now, waiting for a reaction. The silence stretched so long I almost regretted speaking.“We'll talk about it,” Xavier said finally.Victor stood abruptly, straightening his jacket with a sharp tug.“No.” His voice left no room for argument. “You'll plan it, announce it, and you'll go.”He