Все главы The Wrong Wife for Mr Whitmore: Pregnant, Divorced, Reclaime: Глава 81 - Глава 90

FELIX’S POINT OF VIEW.I grabbed the painting of Genevieve slowly, my hands gently lifting it off the place I’d hidden it and back onto the easel again. My heartbeat seemed to speed up as my fingers slowly traced the artwork.If Julian had touched it…..Billy and Max pranced around the studio, their guard lowered now since Julian had walked out more than thirty minutes ago.I’d had a long, cold shower, my mind replayed her words…’ see you tomorrow.’ She wants to see me tomorrow. I couldn’t help but smile, my fingers tracing my lips as her eyes came to mind again. I grabbed a fresh canvas and my tools before preparing myself to pull out the waves of her form in my mind onto the blank canvas.However, as soon as my pencil landed on it, a soft knock hit the door. “Who is it?” I already knew who it would be, but my irritation at being interrupted was enough to make me glare hard at the door.He pushed it open, Jone’s graying hair shone probably from the amount of oil he always massaged hi

FELIX’S POINT OF VIEW.About an hour later, that pulling in my heart and mind hadn’t ceased. I glanced at my phone again, my thumb shaking slightly as it hovered over the screen. The chat threat remained there exactly as I left it, with nothing new from Genevieve. My fingers moved at lightning speed; ‘Lost again?’ The message was sent, then delivered, but still, there was no response. My leg bounced and shook repeatedly against the chair as we waited in the hospital waiting room for the family doctor to show up. The anxiety still pulled and tugged at me until I could not breathe; until all I heard was a soft, distant ringing in my ears, mixed with the soft voices coming from the television. I wasn’t paying attention to anything besides the screen of my phone.Maybe she got lost in school, and there's no service? “Oh, my God!” The sound of a woman’s high-pitched shriek made me look up. She stared at the television, pointing a finger at it, her eyes wide with a horrified expression.

GENEVIEVE’S POINT OF VIEW.I stared at him, at the way the soft gust of air from the air conditioner in his room filled the room. Felix looked different…compared to the way he was when we first met weeks ago, he looked like he’d aged backwards. He held onto the old diary, the old phone, and the old sketchbook, his thumb moving softly over the torn pieces of the books. We’d returned from the hospital already, the doctor recommended that he would need a familiar place so his memory returns easier.I still remember the shock on the faces of everyone the moment the doctor announced that had happened; the disappointment that clawed its way through me when I realized that yet again, I’d hit a milestone in my desire to uncover the truth, only for something to pull me back to phase one.I wanted to cry, but I stared into Felix’s eyes; there was a way he looked at me. It did not look anything like how an asexual man would. Ernest looked the most gutted between Felix’s family members; I can sti

GENEVIEVE’S POINT OF VIEW.Seven days; one week since I said yes to Felix, and it feels nothing like I expected. Well, not that I even expected to date anyone, let alone a Whitmore, in the first place. A week ago, if someone had told me that a week ago, or the day before I resumed at this school, I would have cackled. However, one week down, and I find myself smiling at my phone screen like an insane person in the middle of class because my crow boy sent me a picture of his german shepard putting on a pair of sunglasses and one of his neck ties. The dog had an unusually funny, disappointed look, his ears flapped softly to the side, while F Felix’s wide smile beside the dog was a complete contrast. I chuckled, then giggled as I kicked invisible rocks to the side. I was on my way to an afternoon class when he sent it, and I’ve been smiling like a fool ever since. “What’s so funny?” Maya, the friend I made three days ago, suddenly leaned over from where she stood to take a peek. Her

BIANCA’S POINT OF VIEWTwo emotions washed over me as I stood in the center of the classroom, watching as Felix dragged a wide-eyed, pale-faced Genevieve Carlyle out, while Elias nursed a split lip and a bloody nose from the force of the blow he suffered. At first, it was embarrassment, but as that slowly faded away, it birthed rage. Pure, red-faced rage. Genevieve Carlyle…I should have known there was something more about that scholarship bitch when I saw Felix answering questions in literature class the other day, or when he actually let her take a seat next to him.I should have fucking known! The entire classroom was now empty as different students poured out of it, and it wasn’t because of what happened; it was why it happened. All of us knew Felix and Elias were more like fire and ice. They would never mix, but the last time they had such an altercation was exactly three years ago. Ever since then, they have barely been in the same space together at the same time. But now, Fel