Todos los capítulos de A Bitter Marriage Contract: Capítulo 121 - Capítulo 130

ElizabethAfter a quick meal, she finished organizing her notes on the restaurant and got ready for bed. Before lying down, as she did every night, she picked up her Bible and read softly:“Commit your way to the Lord; trust in him, and he will act.”The words reinvigorated her faith; she hugged the Bible and gave herself over to prayer:“Lord… Thank you for this day, thank you for this new opportunity you are giving me. Thank you for every person you have placed in my path, for Mrs. Philips, for Adam, for Sara… for this place I can now call home. You know my heart… You know it still hurts to think of him.” Her voice faltered. “I still love him, Father… but if it is not Your will, then… please, help me to forget. Help me to move forward, and above all… Watch over him… and if some y day… if some day it is Your will that our paths cross again, let it be Your will.”After a pause, she added: — Thank You, Lord… thank You for loving me even when no one else did.When she finally lay down,

ElizabethMr. Frank West guided Elizabeth through the property with the calmness of someone who knows every corner of the place well. He had recently returned to the city and, upon learning of her interest, contacted her to schedule a visit.Elizabeth examined the space carefully. It was a property of pleasant dimensions, neither too big nor too small, ideal for something intimate and cozy, exactly as she had dreamed. Her eyes scanned every detail of the main hall, imagining the tables set under soft lighting, the aroma coming from the kitchen, and spices lingering in the air.“So, what do you think, miss?” asked Mr. West, a tall man with a serene expression, in his sixties, speaking in a measured, almost paternal tone.“I liked it very much. It has potential,” she replied, walking calmly through the space.He followed closely behind her as she explored every space with a critical yet enchanted gaze. Upon entering the kitchen, the contrast was striking; unlike the dining room, the spa

Marcus followed his gaze and widened his eyes in surprise. Across the street, an elegant woman was walking calmly, wearing a white dress with small blue flowers that fit delicately at her waist, and a matching hat that added a classic touch to her look. In her arms, she carried a small bouquet of flowers, holding it close to her chest as if it were a treasure. Her steps were calm, steady, and graceful, as if she were dancing with every movement.Marcus exchanged a quick glance with Daniel and whispered, unable to contain his astonishment:“It’s her, isn’t it?” Daniel nodded slowly, his lips parted. “She looks a lot like her… But it must be someone who looks very similar.”Marcus turned his eyes to John, who remained oblivious to everything, lost in his own heavy silence. He thought about saying something, but held back. John gave him no opening to talk about Elizabeth; he preferred not to mention that he was seeing a woman who looked very much like her. After all, if it was her, why

Right after Bruce left, Pamela walked through the door with her striking presence, perfumed, clothes perfectly tailored to her body, impeccable hair, and vibrant red lipstick; she couldn’t deny that she was beautiful, and this time she didn’t want to hide her intentions with a more discreet suit.Pamela walked toward him, her stiletto heels clicking on the floor, each step calculated to draw attention.“John! Why won’t you answer me? Ever since the last time I was here, I’ve been trying to get in touch to undo the bad impression I left…” she said, in a honeyed tone that could move any man. But not him.John remained seated, staring at her with an indecipherable look. Pamela, feeling emboldened by John’s unusual gaze, moved closer and exposed her cleavage, revealing a good portion of her breasts.For a moment, John considered giving in. Drowning himself in that body, trying to forget the emptiness. But then he stood up suddenly, startling Pamela. He looked down at her, an enigmatic smi

ElizabethThe next morning, Elizabeth woke up early. She wasn’t in the habit of turning on her phone in the morning; after all, she only had Adam and Sara’s contact information saved. It had been a few days since she’d logged into social media because she was busy with her restaurant project, but that day, on a whim, she picked up her phone to check her social media feeds. As she saw the first posts, her heart sank. The image of John next to Pamela was everywhere. The comments were multiplying; some hinted that they were finally together, others wondered why John Walker’s wife was never seen with him, and many suggested that the couple had split up.Elizabeth stood still, staring at the photo of John smiling next to the stunning woman. Tears streamed down her face silently, copiously. She knew this moment would come, but the pain of seeing him with another woman was far more intense than she had imagined. When she finally managed to hold back her tears, she went to the only place