Todos os capítulos de Dear EX: Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

Amelia’s POVMy right hand was shaking so violently I couldn't even get the key into the ignition.I slammed the driver’s side door of my sedan, shut out the roaring storm, and collapsed against the leather seat. My chest heaved with fast, ragged gasps. The quiet interior of my car smelled like cold rain and damp wool, but all I could focus on was the burning, electric sting in the palm of my right hand.I raised my shaking fingers into the dim light of the dashboard.My palm was stark red."Oh, God," I choked out, a sudden, violent sob tearing out of my throat. "Oh, God, what did I do? What did I just do?!"Tears burst from my eyes, hot and blinding, spilling down my cheeks as I stared at my own hand in absolute, suffocating horror.In twenty-three years, I had never laid a finger on my little sister. Not when we were kids fighting over clothes, not when our dad died and the whole world fell apart, not ever. I was the older sister. I was supposed to protect her. I was supposed to kee

Nina’s POVThe ice in the glass rattled softly as Roman held it against my cheek."Does it hurt?" he asked softly, his thumb gently tracing my jawline."It's just tender," I whispered, sitting on the plush velvet sofa in his high-rise penthouse. The vast skyline of New York stretched out beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, washed in the muted orange and purple hues of Sunday evening. "It hurts more inside, Roman. My chest... it feels like it's split wide open."Roman set the glass down on the coffee table and sat beside me, pulling me gently against his chest. His big, warm hand cupped the back of my head, holding me like I was made of fragile glass."I know, Nillie," Roman rasped, his voice dropping into a low, soothing frequency that grounded my frantic heart. "Losing Amelia breaks your heart. But you didn't destroy that relationship—the lies and the secrets did. And starting tomorrow, the hiding stops."I closed my eyes, inhaling the familiar scent of cedar and clean linen that cl

Nina’s POVAs the heavy mahogany doors clicked shut behind Damien and Amelia, the lingering tension in the empty 50th-floor boardroom settled into a suffocating, absolute silence.I stood frozen beside my recording desk, clutching my stylus tablet against my chest like a shield. Roman stepped closer to me, his tall, imposing frame blocking the view of the empty doorway, his dark eyes searching my face with steady, unshakeable focus."You don't have to carry the weight of what just happened in here, Nillie," Roman rasped softly, his big, warm hand gently taking mine under the edge of the marble desk. "Damien played an emotional card because he knows his financial numbers are failing. The pregnancy news was a desperate move.""It worked, Roman," I whispered, my voice trembling as I looked down at our joined hands. "She didn't expose us, but she gave Damien the one thing he needed—Victoria’s complete sympathy. And she looked at me like I was a ghost.""Let them play their games," Roman m

Nina’s POVThe heavy mahogany doors closed behind Damien and Amelia, cutting off the suffocating silence in the executive lounge.I stood frozen by the glass table, watching my sister walk out arm-in-arm with her husband. She hadn't given me a single hopeful word. She hadn't looked back once. Her face had hardened into an unreadable mask—caught completely in the crossfire between her love for me, her unborn child, and the husband who had lied to her face for months."He's furious, Nillie," Roman rasped softly, his big, warm hand resting on the small of my back. "Damien knows you just stripped away the last layer of control he had over Amelia.""She went with him anyway, Roman," I whispered, tears blurring my vision as I looked at the empty doorway. "They're married. She's carrying his child. She left with him.""Because she has to figure out her own survival," Roman said, his dark eyes fixed on the hall with lethal intensity. "Tomorrow morning is the press conference. Damien thinks he

Nina’s POVThe heavy entrance door of the East Wing slammed shut with a sharp, echoing BANG that vibrated straight through the high ceiling.Amelia was gone.My legs completely gave out beneath me. I collapsed onto the cold marble floor of the foyer, my knees hitting the polished stone as a broken, ragged sob tore out of my throat. Tears blurred my vision into a mess of smeared light and shadow. The room spun around me. Everything we had fought for—every secret we kept, every sacrifice Roman made to stop Damien—had just cost me the only sister I had ever known."Nillie," Roman rasped softly.In less than a second, he was down on his knees right beside me. He didn't care about the sharp glass scattered across the rug. He didn't care about his custom charcoal suit coat getting dirty on the dusty floor.His broad, strong arms wrapped tightly around my shaking shoulders, pulling me flush against his warm chest. He drew me in until my forehead was buried right in the crook of his neck, his