Todos los capítulos de Love On Ice: Capítulo 151 - Capítulo 160

*CHRIS*I didn’t belong here.That thought had been running through my head since the second those iron doors closed behind me.I didn’t fucking belong here.Not for this.They could show me all the pictures they wanted.Show me fingerprints.Hallways.Doors.Security footage.Whatever the fuck else they had.I didn’t rob anybody.I didn’t have a gun.I didn’t take anybody’s money.I didn’t threaten anybody.Somebody had set me up.That was the only thing that made sense.The messages.The pictures.Wrong house.Getting sloppy.You first.Somebody had been watching me.Following me.Waiting.And now I was sitting in Fulton County Jail for something I didn’t fucking do.I paced the holding cell until one of the officers finally came for me.“Kenneth.”I looked up.“Yeah.”“Come on.”“Where?”He didn’t answer.Of course he didn’t.Nobody answered shit in here.I stood.He opened the door.I stepped out.Another officer waited beside him.They walked me down a hallway.Then another.Ever

*AYANA*I don’t know how the hell Mira had the audacity to go through pregnancy again so soon after the first one.I was barely halfway through mine, and I was already planning on getting my tubes tied as soon as I gave birth.I was tired, heavy, and most of all, bored as hell.I wanted to do something other than sleep, but I refused to get dressed.Shit was exhausting.By the time I got my shirt over my belly, I was ready to take a nap.So I let Walt plan something for us.He said I could keep my moo-moo on.That was all I needed to hear.After that, I didn’t give a damn what he planned as long as I got to stay comfortable.Apparently, Walt had decided we were astronomers.I didn’t know when that happened.I didn’t remember agreeing to it.I also didn’t remember caring either.But somehow, I was sitting in his backyard with my feet propped up, a blanket over my legs, and a telescope pointed toward the sky like either one of us knew what the fuck we were doing.Well—Walt probably did

*WALT*Apparently getting married changed absolutely nothing.I still woke up beside the same loud-ass woman.Still had to move six decorative pillows before I could get into my own bed.Still found wigs in places wigs had no business being.Still had enough moo-moos hanging in my closet to supply somebody’s grandmother for a month.Only difference was now Ayana had paperwork proving half the shit she took over belonged to her.And a ring.Two, technically.She liked those a lot.Especially the second one.The first ring I gave her was the one I proposed with.She loved it.I knew she did because she stared at it for damn near three weeks.But when we started talking about actually getting married, I wanted something different for the wedding band.Even the stone.She wasn’t basic, so an ordinary diamond wouldn’t do.I wanted something that belonged to us.Or—her.Mostly her.So I made one mistake.I mentioned it around Thorne.That was all it took.One conversation.I told him I wan

*KACIE*I had planned on having a normal day.A day like any other, with not much of anything going on.I looked out the window and saw my car.I couldn’t remember the last time I washed it.It was covered in dirt and debris of some sort.It didn’t help that it was once white.Now it had turned all shades of brown, with black streaks of dirt running down the sides.At least I thought it was still white underneath all that shit.I figured since I’d spent so much time cleaning up my life, I might as well clean the car too.So I grabbed my keys and headed to the car wash up the street by the gas station on the corner.Life had become calm and quiet.Which felt almost disrespectfully normal.No phone calls in the middle of the night.No police officer standing at my door.No dramatic messages waiting for me when I woke up.Nothing that warned me my past was about to walk up beside me while I was scrubbing bird shit off the hood of my car.It was Saturday.Warm.Too warm, honestly.Kayla w

*ERIC*Ten years.Ten years full of tears, drama, parental guidance, and plenty of goddamn patience.And the time had finally come.My little Sour Patch was finally walking across the stage and going out into the world as a grown-ass woman I was somehow still going to end up financially responsible for.Graduations were stupid.Not because they didn’t matter.They did.Obviously.But whoever decided hundreds of families needed to sit in folding chairs for three hours to watch their kid walk across a stage for twelve seconds needed their ass beat.I shifted in my seat.Again.Mira looked over.“Stop moving.”“My back hurts.”“You’re forty.”“Exactly.”“That is not old.”“Tell my back.”She rolled her eyes.Eli moved against her chest.He’d been asleep for almost twenty minutes.One year old.Knocked completely out despite the heat, the people, the announcements, and his siblings doing everything possible to make sure nobody around us enjoyed themselves.I was just glad we remembered th