All Chapters of My Husband Wants An Open Marriage : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Larissa’s Pov It was finally here; the skies were grey as if they knew how gloomy it felt. Zephan sat in the corner, his eyes fixed on his phone, barely looking at me. When he raised his head, I could see the sadness in his eyes, no matter how hard he tried to hide it, I could tell it hurt him badly. His mother was gone. Dead and his stepfather had been the one to hide it from him. I didn’t know the man, but I knew that I hated him. Hated every pain that he had put Zephan through.“We should get going, the funeral will start soon,” Zephan said, his voice low, nothing like the loud booming sound I knew. This was the part I didn’t know how to reply to; this was the part I didn’t know how to tell him that I wasn’t interested in coming. Seeing how crazy the whole thing had been, I wasn’t sure I had the strength to be around them. “Zephan,” my voice started softly as I stared at him. “I don’t think…” “Please, you are the o

Larissa’s Pov He was everywhere. I couldn’t turn, couldn’t breathe without knowing that his eyes were watching me. And me? I latched onto Zephan’s hand like my life depended on it, holding him tight he moved through well-wishers. It was a good thing he didn’t shake off my hand, because without knowing, he was the anchor that kept me from drowning. I could feel his eyes ta the back of my neck, my body trembled under his stare, he knew what he was doing, and my body couldn’t fight the familiarity of his eyes. “Are you okay?” Zephan asked, leaning closer to me, his lips brushing my ear shell. I forced a smile, “I am, are you?” It was easier to divert the attention from me, the only thing to do was make sure that each time he tried to ask me things about me, I would change it to him. We will focus on him until I have found a way to get myself under control. My eyes followed him as he led a few guests through the door, no matte

Larissa’s PovOne question had been answered. Harl’s true identity. But that had only opened up a door for a thousand more unanswered ones. What was hard was the fact that Zephan had curated an image of Harl in my mind. A monster, a man who had done nothing but hurt everything he touched.And then there was the man I met; the harl that lit up my world, the harl that made sure I smiled. It was hard trying to fit the two men in the same box. I scoffed at the thought. Two men, wasn’t that just crazy? There was nothing like two men; there was nothing like a mistaken identity. Harl knew what he was doing, and I was just a…“Do you want anything for the night?” Zephan asked, his eyes on me filled with sadness as he leaned against the wall. He was tired, I could see it in his eyes, the frustration, he was barely holding on.I forced a smile on my face, “You should rest for the night. I am fine, I think I will sit out here for a minute.” The words flowed through me easily. It was easier this

Harl’s PovIt took everything exceptional in me to hold back from snapping her neck. From the stunt she had pulled at the funeral, to the excitement she eluded as he paced around the living room. She had just ended a call, I knew that, walked in right when she clicked the phone off.“You are feeling proud, don’t you?” I asked in a low tone.Her gaze met mine, I could see that smug look in her eyes as she watched me, “Proud? That sounds a little too constricted for what I feel at this moment.” She walked towards the bar, grabbing a bottle of whiskey. “Drink?”I scowled; I wouldn’t accept anything from her hand even if it was the last thing in the world to do. I wouldn’t. “You are leaving, Mónica,” I said, unable to hold it in any longer. The more she paraded herself in front of me as if she had something big to hold over my head, the more I realised that I was the one giving her the power. With her here, there was nowhere that I was going to be able to recognise with Larissa.She smil

Harl’s PovI did something I shouldn’t have. But in my eyes, this was the right way to fix it. To mend what had been broken.“What are you doing here?” Larissa sneered, her eyes staring at me with nothing but hate in them. I recoiled as if her words had burned me more than they should.I stood straighter, trying to appear unaffected by the way she was staring at me. “I came to see you,” My tone was soft, low as I waited to hear her reply.She smiled, an empty smile as she shook her head at me, “You have, how do you feel about it? Proud? Happy?”Broken. That was what I felt, but something told me that if I said those words, she wouldn’t stand to listen to me. She would walk away. “Larissa…” she raised her hand silencing the words from my lips. I took a step forward, unbothered of who saw us, I was tired of having to watch her from a distance, of being informed that she had done nothing but spend another evening with her husband. I couldn’t handle that. Couldn’t handle not seeing her.