Semua Bab The Wrong Wife for Mr Whitmore: Pregnant, Divorced, Reclaime: Bab 111 - Bab 120

GENEVIEVE’S POINT OF VIEWBy the time Felix found me, it was almost twelve midnight; the rain had grown heavier, and I thought I would die in the cold. The bright headlights of his Audi against my face as I huddled against the cream colored door made me push my aching body forward. He pulled the car to a stop and dashed out with a black umbrella, breathing heavy as he cleared the distance between us. Wrapping his coat around me, Felix grabbed my suitcase, then walked me to his car.“I’m sorry,” I whispered, shivering against him as he opened the passenger door.“For what?” His brows furrowed as he held the umbrella over me.“For calling so late, and getting your car seats wet.” He shook his head, pressed his lips to my forehead, and whispered;“I don’t care about the seats, Vivi. If you’d called me at three in the morning, I still would have found my way to you.” I wanted to smile, but that only made me feel guilty.I’d been horrible to him; I’d pushed him away, called him names, use

GENEVIEVE’S POINT OF VIEWI dug my fingers into the fabric of my uniform shirt as Felix drove on the lone road leading out of the condo smoothly. My eyes fluttered closed as soft music filled my ears through the headphones attached to my phone. Somehow, I could hear a voice too identical to my mother's pushing me on. It was the only thing that kept me from giving up.Over the last few days, Felix and Elias studied with me, shared materials, and possible questions. I should have felt prepared for the exams, but I couldn’t help the tremor in my fingers, the tightness in my chest, or the dip in my breathing.I swallowed hard; the act no longer made me wince. Felix spent time ensuring I had no trace of the cold. My eyes fluttered open, while my grip on the lavender locket around my neck tightened. Beside me, Felix grabbed my palm, his thumb caressing the back of my palm as he smiled at me. I unplugged the headphones and returned with a smile of my own.“Nervous?” He whispered, and I shoo

MARCUS’ POINT OF VIEW.“More!” I yelled, my speech slurred as the taste of alcohol filled my mouth. Countless bottles of beer lay before me; each one drained by me in minutes. The slow upbeat music from the bar hits my ears as I press a bottle to my lips. I shook it over and over again, yet nothing came out.“More! Get me more beer, damnit!” I hissed, pushing the standing bottles to the wet floor. I heard his footsteps before I saw a blurry face.“Sir, that is enough! Your noise is hurting our customers.” He whispered, grabbing my arm as if to push me off my seat. I pulled him closer by the collar of his shirt and hissed in his face.“I said, I want more alcohol.” I slurred, his face scrunched up when my breath fanned his face. “Get me more or stay the hell away from me.”“More?” He scoffed. “You have barely paid for the sixteen bottles you drank a few minutes ago, nor the others you have taken over the course of the past three days! If you want more alcohol, pay your outstanding bill

BIANCA’S POINT OF VIEW. My eyes snapped shut as my fingers dug into the plush sheets of the limousine I was in. My mother sat beside me, he’s focus entirely on the stupid fashion magazine in her hands and not her seething daughter.“What the hell are you doing?!” I hissed, glaring at the stupid stylist and her stupid hands constantly smoothing invisible creases on my purple silk dress. “I only want to make sure you look b-b-beautiful when you get there, Miss,” the fool stuttered. “I should throw you out of this moving car, stupid.” Her eyes turned wide as she leaned back in her seat. “Leave the poor girl, Bianca.” My mother whispered beside me, still looking at that magazine. I wanted to shred it. “Take a look at what Layla Orsini wore for her Oscar award acceptance….quite the beauty, isn’t it?” I had had enough. I snatched the thing from her hand and ripped it in two before tossing it out the window.My eyes met her wide ones before her purple lips pulled in a pout. “I was stil

GENEVIEVE’S POINT OF VIEW.My breath caught in my throat the moment the gun registered in my mind. My dad slumped in, his clothes stained and clinging to his body. Everyone in the hall scrambled, gripping their tables for dear life as my father stumbled in. He took a long drag of beer from the bottle he held close, bloodshot eyes shining with anger and grief as he raised the gun.“You….Genevieve...” he burped, words slurring. “You chose another family over your own. How could you? How much was your mother worth? Huh? How much?! What is it about that boy?” he spat. “That made you decide to give up on your mother.”“I didn’t, Dad. I—“ I took a step close, my smile finally disappeared as my heart pounded against my ribs. I didn’t need to look at the hall to understand the terror that gripped everyone. “We can talk about this, Dad… we can. I don’t do what you think.I lost my mom, too; I wish I could bring her back, too.”“If you loved her, you would never have gone to that school in the