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Chapter 23 A Jealous Husband
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President's Second Chance At Love Chapter 24 Silencing Kiss
“May I?” The tall, handsome man stood over me, his gaze piercing through the dimly lit room. His voice was smooth, confident, and filled with an unspoken command as he gestured toward the empty seat beside me. I hesitated, my heart pounding in my chest. Richard’s presence was like a dark cloud hovering over me, and I could feel his eyes burning into my back. My breath caught in my throat as I glanced at him from the corner of my eye. His body was rigid, his fists clenched at his sides as he stared at the man, his expression a mask of barely restrained fury. For a fleeting moment, I considered refusing the stranger’s request, fearing the consequences of provoking Richard further. But then, a wave of defiance surged through me. Why should I care what Richard thought? He had made it abundantly clear that he didn’t want me anymore. That he was done with this marriage. If he could so easily discard me, then I had every right to live my life as I saw fit. With a small, forced smil
President's Second Chance At Love Chapter 25 The Panic Attack
Richard’s lips crashed down on mine with a force that took my breath away. For a moment, I was too stunned to react, my mind reeling from the suddenness of his actions. His kiss was fierce, demanding, and there was a raw intensity in the way his hands gripped my arms, pulling me closer as if he was afraid I might disappear. I should have pushed him away. I should have screamed at him, fought him off. But instead, I found myself caught in the storm of his emotions, swept away by the fire that burned between us. There was a part of me—a traitorous, desperate part—that had longed for this, that had missed the feel of his lips on mine, the way his hands knew every curve of my body. It was as if, in that moment, all the pain, all the betrayal melted away, leaving only the two of us, tangled together in a web of passion and need. His kiss deepened, and I felt his hands move to the clasp of my clutch, fumbling with the delicate fabric. The sound of it falling to the floor barely r
President's Second Chance At Love Chapter 26 Renewed Love
As Richard turned to leave, the tension between us reached a breaking point. My emotions were a storm of guilt, love, and desperation. Before I could even think, my hand shot out, grasping his wrist. "Richard, wait," I called out, my voice trembling with the weight of all the unspoken feelings between us. He paused, his back still to me. When he turned around, what I saw in his eyes stopped my heart. Richard—strong, composed Richard—had tears brimming in his eyes, tears he was struggling to hold back. The sight shattered the last bit of resolve I had. "I’m so sorry," he whispered, his voice thick with regret. "Seeing you with him... I just lost it. The thought of losing you to another man... I couldn’t bear it." The anguish in his voice tore through me, and before I knew it, I had closed the distance between us, my hands cupping his face. "Don’t apologize," I murmured, my thumbs brushing away the tears that had escaped the corners of his eyes. "I’m just as much to blame."
President's Second Chance At Love Chapter 27 A Crying Tommy
The sunlight streamed through the curtains, casting a gentle glow across the room. I blinked, disoriented for a moment, unsure of where I was. Then it all came rushing back—the night before, the heated arguments, the tears, and finally, the comfort I’d found in Richard’s arms. But now, as I slowly turned to face him, the man who was always so stern and distant, he seemed oddly peaceful in his sleep. His usual frown was gone, replaced by a calm expression that made him look younger, almost vulnerable. For a long time, I just lay there, studying his face. The slight stubble on his jawline, the way his dark lashes rested against his cheeks, and the soft rise and fall of his chest. In sleep, he was an entirely different person—a far cry from the man who often scowled at me or spoke with that cold, detached tone. As I watched him, I felt a strange mix of emotions. There was still that lingering hurt from our previous interactions, but seeing him like this, I couldn’t help but won
President's Second Chance At Love Chapter 28 An Angry Tommy
Ava's Pov I arrived home, my heart heavy with the weight of the day. The house was quieter than usual, an unsettling silence that made me uneasy. As I stepped into the living room, I found Tommy sitting on the couch, his little face streaked with tears. His eyes were red and puffy, his cheeks still wet from crying. My heart clenched at the sight. “Tommy…” I whispered, rushing over to him. I reached out to touch him, but he flinched away from me, his small hands clenched into fists. He turned his face away, his lips trembling with anger. “You… you left me again!” His voice was sharp, filled with hurt. I felt a pang of guilt shoot through me. “Tommy, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to—” “You always leave!” He interrupted, his voice rising. “You always leave, just like before!” His words cut through me like a knife. I could see the pain in his eyes, the fear that I would disappear again, just like I had before. Tears welled up in my own eyes, and I knelt beside him, desperate to
President's Second Chance At Love Chapter 29 Missed Call
I woke up to an empty bed, the cold sheets beside me a stark reminder that Ava was gone. The sunlight streamed through the curtains, but it did nothing to warm the void that had settled in my chest. I rubbed my forehead, the spot where she had kissed—or rather, pecked—me before she left still tingling. A small, bitter smile tugged at my lips. It was the first time in a long while that I had felt her touch, and I hated how much I missed it. Memories of that day flashed through my mind—the day when everything changed. I had been handed a picture of Ava, naked with another man. My heart had shattered, and in my anger, I had thrown her out. I had convinced myself that she had betrayed me, that she had broken the vows we had made to each other. But deep down, even as I watched her walk out the door, I regretted it. My anger had been like a raging fire, consuming every rational thought, every ounce of trust I had ever had in her. It wasn’t until later, after the rage had subsided
President's Second Chance At Love Chapter 30 Playtime
After finishing the last of the cookies, Tommy leaned back in his chair, a satisfied smile spreading across his little face. I could see the gleam in his eyes as he looked up at me, his excitement barely contained. “Mommy, can we go swimming now? Please?” Tommy’s voice was eager, his small hands already reaching for mine. I glanced over at Richard, who was sitting across from us at the table. He had been unusually quiet during the meal, his gaze focused on the plate in front of him. The tension between us had been palpable ever since we moved back in together, but we had both made an effort for Tommy’s sake. Swimming together… that would be another test of our ability to coexist peacefully. Tommy’s request hung in the air for a moment, and I could see Richard’s hesitation. His brows furrowed slightly, and he opened his mouth as if to protest, but then he caught my eye. There was something in his expression—a mix of weariness and resignation—that made him pause. “Sure,
President's Second Chance At Love Chapter 31 Han's Evil Plan
Han's POV I stood at the window, my breath shallow and uneven, watching them below as they splashed in the pool. Ava’s laughter rang out, pure and joyous, carried up to me by the gentle breeze that made the trees sway lazily. My nails dug into the palms of my hands, clenched into tight fists at my sides, as I struggled to keep the anger from boiling over. How could she be so carefree? How could she dare to enjoy this happiness when it should have been mine? My eyes narrowed, and I felt my jaw tighten as I saw Richard’s hand brush against Ava’s arm. A wave of jealousy surged through me, so intense that I had to bite down hard on my lip to keep from screaming. The metallic taste of blood filled my mouth, but I barely noticed it. All I could see was the way Richard looked at her, the softness in his gaze that once belonged to me. The scene below felt like a knife twisting in my gut, each moment of their happiness cutting deeper into my soul. I could feel the heat of my an
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