All Chapters of After The 99Th Time, I Chose Divorce. : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Loren's POV “Someone has requested to meet you, Ma’am.”“Me?” I stood up, “But it's raining,”“I told him that.” My personal maid, Elle, answered. “But he insists on meeting you.”“Is he another fan?” I asked.I had told them countless times to put their safety first, fan meets could be arranged but it was raining now. I rushed to the window and opened it, my breath hitching as soft music filtered in. There was no fan. Just a band performing what looked like a serenade. Had Killian sent them? No. Killian was more subtle with his gestures. Who could be doing this?”Just as I leaned, a large placard emerged, a sloppy ‘I’mSorry’ written across it. Standing in the rain, soaked from head to toe and holding the placard was Asher West. Watching him stand under the rain brought back a familiar memory. It was Lovie’s birthday. Asher had insisted on celebrating it. To please him, I went to the other side of town just to find her favorite blueberry cake. It was raining heavily and wh

I choked on nothing, avoiding her gaze as she spiraled. “No, no, no!” she yelled, “don’t tell me that this is like those contract marriages in books?”I raised an eyebrow at her words. “I knew it! I just knew it!” she cried, “That frog couldn’t bag a beautiful woman, much less a friend-shaped one!” She wiped her exaggerated tears before asking. “So when is it ending?”I frowned. “When is what ending?”“Your marriage?” I froze. “Is it one year? Six months?”She gasped. “Three months,” A sob escaped her lips as she threw her head back. “Only one month?”I stared at her for a moment, her eyes flickering with hope that was actively dying and being revived. I’d never met someone with so much loudness or personality. And no one had ever expressed disappointment at the thought of me leaving. Faced with this new interaction, a soft laugh escaped my lips.I shook my head, already a few seconds before I realised. This was the first time I’d genuinely laughed in the past few weeks. It wa

“I knew it,” Asher strutted in, flanked by several guards holding large boxes. “You would never forget me just like that,” He stopped in front of me. “Our love is too deep.”I held my breath, glancing at the unfolding circus. Only one question circled in my mind, if Asher was here…Where was Killian? My hands curled into fists, my heart pounding as I glanced at the clock. “Don’t you like your gifts?” Asher smiled, showing off each one of them. “I got the jade bracelet you wanted, I even recreated your mother's brooch, not just that, I got you a new cello,”Each gift was familiar. I could still remember handing Asher my wishlist on our first anniversary. Only to watch him hand the same gifts over to Lovie for the next six anniversaries.These were the things I cherished, the ones I’d cried myself to sleep for. And today, when faced with all of them…“Loren,” Asher took my hands, his grip gentle for the first time in years. “I didn’t know that you’d make such elaborate preparati

I rushed outside, before realizing I had forgotten my car keys. I turned, ready to go in when I saw Pilar. She held out a flashy purple set of car keys. “Don’t come back until you have that answer.”I pulled her into a tight hug before racing toward her car and speeding down the road. I speed-dialed Nigel. “Where is Killian?”“Ma’am, I—““I lost his car, Nigel.” I said.“Please.”Silence. “I’m sending the coordinates,”I stepped on the accelerator, speeding down the road. I begged for love once, I wasn't going to beg again. Today, something had to happen, something had to change. For better or for worse. I pulled up in front of Whitmore Media. The location matched what Nigel had sent. I rushed inside, bumping into a larger frame. “Killian,” I breathed. “Loren? You shouldn’t be here, ” he asked, glancing around like he was being watched. “Look, I need you to go home, this—““You didn’t answer my question.”“It’s not safe here,” “I need my answer.”He was already walking aw

Loren’s POV I pushed him away, our eyes locking for a brief moment before I grabbed his tie and pulled in for another kiss. Killian deepened the kiss, his hands sliding to my waist while mine lingered in his hair; his cologne became intoxicating.And when I finally pulled away, I was breathless. Our eyes locked and I parted my lips to speak when the sound of a loud thud broke us apart. The lights flickered before going off. “K-Killian?” I called, reaching out, his larger hands caught mine in the dark and I shut my eyes as his lips brushed my skin. The elevator moved again. “We could die right now, Killian.”“I’m sure Nigel is handling it. Don’t worry.”“That’s not the point,” I could barely breathe, but I needed to hear him say it. The scent of mint from his breath hovered as I continued, “I mean I could die right now and I’ll never get to hear you say it.”“Say what?”I reached for him again, my hand catching the hem of his pristine shirt. I grabbed a fistful, pressing myself