Alle Kapitel von The Wrong Wife for Mr Whitmore: Pregnant, Divorced, Reclaime: Kapitel 91 – Kapitel 100

ELIAS’ POINT OF VIEW. Dinner had barely finished when I chased after Bianca. Her red hair bounced as she catwalked to her car with a jolly swing, as if she had not just lit the match to a certain flame that would run us all. I ran, my heart pounding from utter terror as my feet pushed me until finally, I went past the long cobblestone-lined path and stopped in front of her. She stopped, her bright red hair glowing in the moonlight, as were her red painted lips. Her eyebrows shot up with surprise, her eyes slightly wider as she gasped. “Elias, what’s going on? Why do you look like you just saw a ghost?” Her innocent smile remained on her face; it could fool anyone, but that look in her eyes, that heavy, deep-seated anger that I clearly saw in the way her eyes glinted, struck me straight in the heart. “What the hell was that back there, Bianca?” I hissed, my chest rising and falling fast as I tried to regain my steady breaths. The lens of my glasses looked foggy, both from my br

ELIAS’ POINT OF VIEW. I twirled the diamond ring around on my finger as I sat on the floor of my mother’s closet. Julian’s words felt deeply engraved in my mind: ‘propose to Bianca with a bouquet of her favorite flowers.’ The thought of it left a bitter taste in my mouth; I wanted to do anything but that. However, I knew my father well; he hadn’t forgotten what Bianca said at dinner three weeks ago. If I didn’t do as he ordered, he would treat her exactly as he did Madison, and if I think Felix hates me now, he’d loathe me later. I wiped my hands against the pants of my uniform, the rock almost blinding my gaze. I was trying to buy time in foolish hope that Julian would text me, tell me not to do this anymore. But that was a fool’s dream. My phone dinged with a text from him; ‘Have a great day at school today, son.’ I chuckled at the message, then shut my eyes tight. A pained shudder escaped me both at the text, the thought of what it meant, and the still-healing bruises ar

GENEVIEVE’S POINT OF VIEW. By the time most classes ended for the day, most of the proposal gossip had somehow gotten worse. Every hallway buzzed with the news of Elias and Bianca’s engagement, even though it happened more than two hours ago. People gathered in groups to discuss the size of the engagement ring, the way Elias got on his knees, how romantic the gesture was when he handed her the bouquet of white roses, and somehow, they managed to tie the punch Felix threw from weeks ago. Personally, I was sick of having to hear it. I shoved my left hand into the pocket of the embroidered school cardigan after pulling my hair in a stylish bun, and smiled at the message on my phone instead. Crow Boy: I’ve been standing here for more than fifteen minutes; don’t tell me you’re going to make me wait to see the love of my life. Heat crawled up my neck as a stupid smile crept on my lips. I bit my lower lip hard, and my steps slowed as I pushed back the urge to skip. My fingers typ

BIANCA’S POINT OF VIEW.The drive to the Whitmore estate always takes me exactly twenty-five minutes to drive into; however, today, I made it in fourteen. The engine of my purple Ferrari screamed underneath me every time I slammed my foot harder against the accelerator, my knuckles white around the steering wheel while two images played in my mind over and over again.Genevieve, that scholarship bitch telling me I needed help, acting like she was high and mighty. She should be kissing my shoes!The second, Genevieve kneeling beside Elias inside the greenhouse, with Felix kneeling beside them. For one glorious second, I thought he would finally do it.I thought he would beat Elias until he couldn’t stand. Instead, he knelt beside him, they spoke without having to fucking yell at each other, and Felix helped … he actually helped him.“No.” I hissed, slamming my palm hard against the steering wheel until the skin bruised. “No! No! No!” The alarm blasted loudly as I drove through the esta

FELIX’S POINT OF VIEW.I walked around to the driver's side, but before opening the door, I couldn’t stop myself from looking through the tinted window of my Audi. Genevieve had already shifted closer to Elias, one hand held the melting ice pack carefully against his side while the other steadied his shoulder whenever another sharp breath escaped him. She spoke so softly, so slowly, I couldn’t make out the words, but whatever she said seemed to ease the thought tension and pain in his expression.Something ugly twisted in my chest; I hated the sight of it. It wasn’t because she was helping him, but because she looked … gentle. That softness belonged to me; it belonged to us.I let out a frustrated groan before dragging a hand through my hair and climbing behind the steering wheel.The engine came to life the instant I turned the ignition, glancing behind me through the rearview mirror; I muttered. “Seat belt.”Vivi looked up in surprise before laughing quietly; her hazel eyes had a s