All Chapters of Break-up Songs Don’t Reignite Feelings: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The black sedan drove through the night. Ethan sat in the back, gripping the divorce agreement in his hand. Streetlights passed by one after another, their orange glow flickering across his face and revealing how pale it was.Mabel sat next to him with one hand clutching his arm. Her lips quivered like she wanted to speak, but she did not dare.In the driver’s seat, Josephine drove in silence.Ethan stared at the increasingly familiar scenery outside the window and became tense.He had not expected Josephine to bring him directly here. He also had not expected that the courthouse entrance would still have its lights on this late at night.Josephine said softly, “I already made arrangements. There’s hardly anyone around at this hour. It’s more convenient.”He stayed silent. When they came to a stop, Josephine turned off the engine, but she did not hurry to get out. She turned and looked at him in the back seat. Her gaze lingered on his pale face for a moment. Then, she l

Rosalind’s car raced wildly through the empty streets.She had one place in her mind: the courthouse.That was where the photo was taken. That was where Josephine took him. The courthouse was the only place he could go with the divorce agreement.She had to win him back.No matter if he wanted it or not, and no matter how much bad history stood between them, she needed him back.She ran the last red light and slammed on the brakes. The car screeched to a stop at the entrance.She pushed open the door and charged inside, shouting, “Did a man come here to finalize a divorce?”“Ms. Lourdes? Here is your certified copy of the divorce decree. The paperwork is complete. They left approximately five minutes ago.”She stared at the document in front of her in disbelief.She then grabbed it and flipped it open, only to find that she and Ethan were truly divorced for good. Her grip tightened around the document so tightly that the veins on the back of her hand became visible.“Which

Two police officers ran over to help lower the man. One held the suspended man steady while the other worked on the ropes.Rosalind stood nearby as she watched intently. The moment the ropes came loose, the man slumped down. His body was limp. “Be careful,” she said as she stepped forward and reached out to brush the hair away from his face.When she brushed the hair away from the man’s face, she was stunned. She could not recognize who the man was. It was not Samson.Her hand stopped in midair as panic washed over her. She spun and looked at Jayda.“Where’s Samson?”Jayda, who was already being pinned to the floor by the police, looked up at her with a smirk and said nothing. Rosalind charged forward, grabbed Jayda by the collar, and yanked her up from the floor.“Answer me! Where’s Samson?!”A nearby police officer stepped in to stop her. “Miss, please calm down. We’ll handle this—”She shouted back, “I’m carrying his child! You’ll handle it? How? By the time

Rosalind pulled a chair over and sat down at the entrance. She held one end of the rope in her hand. She tightened it slowly and loosened it repeatedly.Each time she tightened it, Samson let out a shriek. The rope bit deeper into his wrists.“Please, just let me down.” His voice was hoarse from crying, and his hair hung disheveled around his face.She only kept her eyes on the rope in her hands. Jayda hung beside him, gritted her teeth, and stayed silent.Her right hand had been crushed. Still, she made no sound. She just stared at Rosalind. Her gaze was burning with hatred.“Do you have any idea what he looked like when he was on his knees begging me?” Rosalind said softly.Samson shuddered violently.“He begged me over and over again to go spend time with you. One hour every day just to play along with your little romance.”She loosened the rope. Samson dropped hard, then stopped short. He dangled in the air as the rope dug into his wrists. The pain was almost too much

By the third day, when Rosalind visited Nina’s grave, everyone in the city had heard about it.A passerby had taken a picture and posted it online.A woman in a suit was standing in front of a headstone, striking her own face over and over. Even though her cheeks were swollen and bruised, she did not stop. Blood seeped from the corners of her mouth.On the first day, she slapped herself with her right hand. The next day, she used both hands, alternating. Then, on the third day, the bodyguards had to hold her up. She was too weak to stand on her own. Her face was a mess of purple bruises. Her lips were cracked and bleeding, and her eyes were swollen shut.Even when it rained, she would not leave. A bodyguard tried to hold an umbrella over her, but she pushed him away.She got soaked in the rain. Blood mixed with rainwater and dripped off her chin onto the ground.She had a fever of a hundred and four degrees Fahrenheit.The bodyguards forced her into the car and took her