All Chapters of We Won’t Take Photos Together Anymore: Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

(1st POV)When I set down the ring, my wife, Hannah Neate, finally looked up at me indifferently.“Are you actually taking off your wedding ring over a photo?”I looked into her eyes and said calmly, “Yes. It’s worth ending a marriage over, too.”A flicker of emotion finally crossed her face as she peered at me.“Lucas Bourne, you’re being really ridiculous right now.”I caught my breath. “Am I?” I asked through gritted teeth.“Then, I guess the husband who’s been married for three years and still doesn’t have a single wedding photo is even more ridiculous, isn’t he?”Her expression darkened.“I’ve mentioned this to you before. I don’t like having my picture taken.“It’s been three years. What are you still hung up on? Did you marry me, or did you marry a photo?”She turned away indifferently, as if I was a bitter wife making a scene over nothing.I recalled the day when we took our wedding photos.Just as the photographer was about to press the shutter, she threw up bes

“Lucas, are you sure?” The voice on the other end of the line sounded surprised.I gave an absolutely certain answer.“Good. As I said before, as long as you’re willing to come back, there’s always a spot for you on the team.”I smiled and hung up the phone.That was right.I really should return to where I originally belonged.Not long after I hung up, Hannah sent me a message.[Dwade sprained his ankle. Stop by the hospital when you get a chance, and cook him some food while you’re at it.][He likes his food mild. Go easy on the salt, skim off all the grease, and no scallions.]So, she actually had a good memory after all. I had been married to her for three years, and every one of the three birthday cakes she gave me had mango in it.I was allergic to mango.The first year, she had said she was too busy, hugged me, apologized, and made me a new cake on the spot.What happened the second year was that she forgot to leave a note and had the bakery send a new one to the

Hannah stood up.“What did you say?“Lucas is supposed to be home. Why on earth would he be at some factory on the outskirts?”Her voice grew louder as she spoke. On the other end of the line, Taylor was drenched in sweat and could only explain slowly.“Rowan, the housekeeper at the villa called. He said Mr. Bourne left this morning and hasn’t come back since.“He also said the car Mr. Bourne took had the exact same license plate as the one at the explosion site—”“Impossible.” Hannah cut her off quickly.“Why would he go to a place like that alone for no reason? There must’ve been a mistake.”“But—”“That’s enough.” Hannah grew more irritated.“Don’t report such baseless nonsense to me anymore. My time is valuable, and I don’t have time for this.”As she hung up, her heart pounded madly.An explosion? Lucas?She scoffed. How could that be possible?“Hannah, what do you think of this one?”Dwade came out in another luxurious custom-made suit, looking smug and satisfi

(1st POV)I was not a fool. Dwade hated me to the core, so nothing he did would have surprised me.I had contacted my friend, Kendrick Fort, long ago. Before the kidnappers he hired dragged me into the factory, Kendrick’s men were already waiting there.Back there, Dwade had thought those men were the kidnappers he hired. But in truth, they were Kendrick’s men, who were there to protect me.Under their escort, I left through another path with no surveillance cameras. Along the way, I blew up that abandoned factory to create the illusion that I had perished in the flames.Of course, I did that for another reason as well. I wanted Hannah to believe that I was truly dead.I ended up in Kondara, my second hometown, the one I knew best.Before I married her, I was a wildlife photographer.I was also a core member of a documentary team.When I stood on this land again and pressed the shutter once more, I realized how badly I had messed up over the past three years.Compared to

When the gun went off, Hannah emerged out of nowhere.She collapsed against me as blood sprayed across my face. She went limp.“Lucas... I’m sorry...”In the chaos, I heard her murmured apology, and for a moment, my heart was a knot of conflicting feelings.After the police rescued us, Hannah was quickly rushed to the hospital for emergency treatment. Most of the other team members were unharmed. Only Hannah, who had shielded me, was hurt the worst. The bullet had grazed her heart, missing by less than an inch.I stood outside the operating room in silence as the doctor explained how dangerous her wound had been and what complications she might suffer in the future.He said the bullet had damaged her lung. She might have to rely on medication for the rest of her life. It could even shorten her lifespan.Belle and I stayed at the hospital to look after her, until the Neate family received the news and sent a helicopter to take her back for treatment.When the plane landed, H