Lahat ng Kabanata ng My Cheating CEO Husband Wants Me Back : Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

CATHERINE POV The organ thundered through the cathedral like a storm trapped in stone."I'd be back in hour," I told my driver at the curbI thought of lighting a candle.""Of course, Ma'am." He opened the door with ease. "Take all the time you need."“I will,” I thought. “You can tell her I did.”Inside St. Anne's, the air smelled of wax and cold stone. A man at the organ was practising for Sunday mass, hammering the same four bars again and again. I walked down the side aisle to the chapel of Our Lady, where a rack of red candles flickered beneath a painted window, and knelt in the second pew.Behind me, a woman knelt in the third, a black scarf over her hair and a briefcase at her feet."Don't turn around," Patricia murmured. "Keep praying."I bowed my head and folded my hands. Two nuns shuffled past as the organ crashed into the next bar shaking the whole building."That's why I chose this hour," Patricia said. "He practises on Thursdays. No microphone on earth can hear through t

DOMINICIf I had never walked into that bar, Ella would be asleep tonight in a house nobody was watching.I thought about it on Friday morning, in the back of a laundry van, with my ribs strapped under a borrowed coat and my father's cane across my knees. At the front of the hospital, an ambulance with blacked-out windows pulled away with an empty stretcher. According to every record in the building, Dominic Moretti had been transferred to a specialist hospital in Pittsburgh. "You're slowly recovering," the neurosurgeon had said, tapping the screen. There should be more restrictions on how much pressure your lung can handle as your ribs would still take a month to recover properly.My head had stopped being a problem, my conscience had not."You're thinking about the girl," my father said."I'm thinking about Catherine." I stared at the van's grey wall. "I came here to find her. Three weeks later I sat in a bar, ate a stranger's soup after having a terrible crash. If I had put Cather

CATHERINE POV I stood at the kitchen island with a wooden spoon in my hand and the sauce burning behind me."Dominic Moretti was transferred this afternoon to a private neurological clinic in Pittsburgh," the newsreader said. "The family has asked for privacy."“Transferred? That means he's not dead.My first feeling wasn't grief, and there after a surge of relief pumped through me.“He's alive. I can still use him.”I stood there with the sauce smoking, hating myself, and went on thinking it anyway."Mummy, the pot," Diana said.I turned off the burner.My phone buzzed. Jasmine. I answered at once, the way an obedient woman would."My child. Have you seen the news? The poor boy is on his way to Pittsburgh." Her voice was soft with regret. "They say there is very little hope.""Who told you that?""Everyone." A pause. "You mustn't hold on that my dear. The faster you let go, the better.""Of course," I said. "Thank you, Jasmine."At the table, Dylan pushed his peas into a straight li

CATHERINEAt two fifty-eight, I parked my own car at the curb and walked to the oak tree in the grey dressI stood with my keys in my fist and my back straight. Cars lined the lane and at the head of the line sat a long black vehicle with a silver head behind the window.At three o'clock, a bell rang. Doors banged and tides of small voices filled the area.Sera shot out first with a paper dragon in her fist. "Mummy! Mummy, look!" She hit my knees at a run, and I swung her up, and for three seconds I had forgotten if anyone was watching me. Diana followed with paint to her elbows. Dylan came last, walking, one hand in his pocket and his eyes on the road."You came yourself," Diana said feeling very surprised."I did.""Grandma's here too.""No unfortunately." I was about to go down to their height and then, that was when I saw the teacher.She came out of the staff door twenty feet away, a canvas bag clutched to her chest, her lanyard swinging, her cardigan tied around her hips. The sa

ADRIANSera weighed nothing as I spunned her. That was what I never got used to. A girl who ran like a small hurricane and was talkative and still she lay in my arm like a bird."Uncle Adrian, you're squeezing.""Sorry, my dear."I loosened my grip. Behind her, the lane was a mess of bags and bicycles and calling parents. Diana had skidded to a stop three feet from me, then turned and trotted off toward the school fence for no reason I could see. Dylan stood very still on the curb."Dylan?" I said. "All right?"He didn't answer. He was looking at the fence.I followed his eyes.At the iron railings, beside the young teacher with the lanyard, stood a man in a grey cap. Tall. Straight-backed. Standing as stiffly as a man who has been told that if he moves a muscle, the world will end. Diana was talking to him through the bars, tipping her face up, hands on hips, the way she did with anyone she was deciding to like.A stranger, near my children.I took a step toward them, Sera still on m