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170: Truth Unraveled
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Last Updated : 2025-03-08Till Betrayal Do Us Part: Ex-Husband, Ex-Heartbreak Chapter 172: The Meeting
Arielle stirred beside me, her small face peaceful in sleep. I traced the curve of her cheek, seeing for the first time the features she'd inherited from him—the determined set of her jaw, the arch of her eyebrows.How had I not seen it before?I lay down beside her, pulling her close, breathing in her familiar scent. Despite everything, she was still my daughter. That is the only thing that hadn't changed.Everything else might be built on lies, but my love for her was real.I must have dozed off because I woke to small fingers patting my cheek."Mommy," Arielle whispered loudly, the way only children can. "Where are we?"I blinked, momentarily disoriented before the events of the previous night came rushing back."We're at Uncle Ethan's house," I explained, forcing a smile. "We're going to stay here for a little while."Her brow furrowed. "Is Aunt Eleanor coming too?"The innocent question made my chest tighten. "No, sweetie. It's just us right now.""But what about school? And my t
Last Updated : 2025-03-09Till Betrayal Do Us Part: Ex-Husband, Ex-Heartbreak 173: The Meeting II
Alejandro strode toward me, his face unreadable. He wore a simple black shirt that highlighted his powerful build, dark jeans that fit perfectly. Not the formal businessman, but somehow more intimidating in his casual clothes.He sat across from me without a word, studying my face with an intensity that made my skin prickle."You came," he finally said, his voice low."I said I would didn’t I?" I fought the urge to roll my eyes.A server approached, clearly flustered by Alejandro's presence. He ordered an espresso without looking at her, his eyes never leaving my face.When we were alone again, he reached into his jacket and pulled out a slim folder, placing it on the table between us."What's this?" I asked warily."The truth," he replied simply. "Since you seem to have trouble believing my words."I opened it slowly, finding more documentation inside—marriage certificates, property deeds, photographs, newspaper clippings."These could be fake," I said weakly, but I knew they weren't
Last Updated : 2025-03-09Till Betrayal Do Us Part: Ex-Husband, Ex-Heartbreak 174: The Official Visit
The park was deserted this early in the morning—just as I'd planned. I gripped my coffee cup tighter, scanning the entrance for any sign of him. The playground equipment stood empty, dew still clinging to the metal slides and swings. Perfect neutral ground for their first meeting. "Mommy, when is he coming?" Arielle bounced on her toes beside me, already vibrating with excitement. "Soon, baby. Remember what I told you?" I crouched down, smoothing her wild curls. Her eyes, so like his, sparkled with anticipation. "He's your friend from before. From when I was in your tummy." "That's right." The lie tasted bitter, but how could I tell her the truth? That the man she was about to meet was her father—the one I'd told her was dead? "And he's very excited to see you." "Because I'm awesome," she declared, spinning in a circle. "Exactly that." I forced a smile, my stomach twisting into knots. Movement at the park entrance caught my eye. He is here. Alejandro strode through the
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I hung up without saying goodbye, my fingers already punching in Alejandro's number. It rang four times, then went to voicemail."Shit!" I slammed my phone down.Panic clawed up my throat, squeezing until I couldn't breathe. What if he'd taken her? What if he wasn't bringing her back?I raced outside, scanning the empty street for any sign of his car. Nothing.Back inside, I paced the floor, calling his number again and again. No answer.My mind spun horrific scenarios. He'd taken her. He was on a plane back to New York right now. I'd never see her again. She'd grow up thinking I abandoned her.I was hyperventilating when the crunch of tires on gravel cut through my panic. I rushed outside just as Alejandro's car pulled into the driveway."WHERE THE HELL WERE YOU?" I screamed as he stepped out.Alejandro's face remained impassive as he opened the back door and unbuckled Arielle from her car seat."Mommy!" she exclaimed, jumping into his arms. "We went for ice cream and to the aquarium
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I couldn't sleep. My lips still burned from Alejandro's kiss, the memory of his hands on my body making my skin tingle even now. Every time I closed my eyes, I felt Alejandro's lips on mine, his hands in my hair, his body pressed against me. I'd tossed and turned all night, reliving that moment in the driveway over and over again."Fuck," I muttered, throwing the covers off. The digital clock on my nightstand read 5:47 AM. Too early to be up, but too late to try sleeping again.I padded to the bathroom and splashed cold water on my face, avoiding my reflection in the mirror. I didn't want to see the woman who'd melted into Alejandro's arms. The woman who, for a split second, had forgotten everything except the feel of him.After a scalding shower, I dressed and headed to the kitchen to make coffee. The house was quiet, Arielle still asleep in her room.My phone buzzed on the counter.We need to talk about yesterday.I stared at the screen, my pulse quickening. What was there to talk a
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We both froze. Arielle stood in the doorway, her hair still damp from the bath, wearing her favorite unicorn pajamas. Her eyes were wide, darting between us."Baby," I stepped away from Alejandro, my heart sinking. "You should be in bed."Arielle looked between us, her expression uncertain. "You were shouting.""I'm sorry, sweetie. We were just having a grown-up conversation.""Is Rumbly Man my papa?"My breath caught in my throat as I looked at her small, confused face. Alejandro too went completely still beside me."Baby, let's talk about this later—""No!" Arielle's eyes filled with tears. "You said my papa was in heaven! You said he was gone!"I saw Alejandro clench his jaw, his hands curling into fists at his sides."You lied to me." Arielle's voice wobbled, and she looked so heartbroken it shattered something inside me.I knelt in front of her, my own eyes stinging. "I didn't lie, baby.""Then why did you say he was gone?"The tears spilled over her cheeks, and I reached out to
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When we broke apart, I rested my head on his shoulder, breathing in his scent beneath the antiseptic hospital smell. "Don't ever scare me like that again," I whispered."I'll try not to make a habit of getting stabbed in the heart," he replied dryly."This isn't funny, Alejandro." I lifted my head to meet his gaze. "I thought I'd lost you. I thought our daughter would grow up without her father."His expression sobered. "I know. I'm sorry." He squeezed my hand weakly. "How bad was it?""Bad," I admitted. "The knife nicked your heart. You lost so much blood... They weren't sure you'd make it through the first surgery." My voice caught. "And then you didn't wake up. Days turned into weeks, and you just... stayed asleep.""I'm sorry," he repeated. "For putting you through that. For not being there for you and Arielle.""You're here now," I said. The door opened quietly, and we both looked up to see Dr. Matthews returning, accompanied by a neurologist I recognized from previous consultat
Till Betrayal Do Us Part: Ex-Husband, Ex-Heartbreak 214: The Sixty-Second Day
Two months laterThe hospital room had become my second home. The nurses knew my schedule better than I did—when I'd arrive each morning with fresh clothes for both of us, when I'd step out for coffee, which chair I preferred to sit in while reading aloud to Alejandro's unresponsive form.Sixty-one days of talking to someone who couldn't answer. Sixty-one days of watching for the slightest movement of an eyelid or the smallest twitch of a finger. Sixty-one days of hope slowly eroding into something that felt dangerously close to despair."The medical journal says coma patients show increased brain activity when family members speak to them," I said, turning the page of the medical text I'd been studying obsessively. "So I'm going to keep talking, even if I'm starting to repeat myself."Alejandro remained motionless. They'd removed his breathing tube last week when he started breathing on his own—a positive sign, Dr. Matthews had assured me. But his consciousness remained locked away,
Till Betrayal Do Us Part: Ex-Husband, Ex-Heartbreak 213: One-Sided Conversations
"Aunt Eleanor," I gasped, shocked to see her. In the chaos, I'd almost forgotten she'd been injured in the initial car crash where Arielle was taken."You look worse than me," she said weakly, attempting a smile that turned into a wince.For some reason, it was the sight of her—battered but alive, just like the rest of us—that finally broke through the numbness I'd been hiding behind. The tears came suddenly and violently, sobs wrenching themselves from my chest as she wheeled herself closer, reaching out with her good arm to pull me against her."I was so scared," I admitted between sobs. "I thought we were all going to die. I was scared history was going to repeat itself self. And this time Arielle, Alejandro—""But you didn't," she reminded me. "You saved them both."I shook my head, glancing at Alejandro's still form. "I didn't save him. He's still—""Fighting," Eleanor cut in. "Just like he always has. Just like you have."I cried until I had no tears left, letting go of the fear
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I must have dozed off despite my determination to stay awake, because the next thing I knew, someone was gently shaking my shoulder."Estella? Can you hear me?"I forced my heavy eyelids open to find Raul standing over me, his face lined with worry. Clara hovered behind him, her eyes red-rimmed."Raul," I croaked, my throat dry. "Alejandro?""He's out of surgery," Raul said. "It was touch and go for a while, but he made it through."Relief made me dizzy. "He's okay?"Raul and Clara exchanged glances."What aren't you telling me?" I demanded, suddenly fully awake.Raul sighed. "The damage was extensive. They repaired what they could, but... he's in a coma, Estella.""A coma? For how long?""They don't know," Clara said gently, stepping forward to take my hand. "All they said was the next 48 hours are critical."I struggled to sit up, ignoring the pain that shot through my body. "I need to see him.""You need to rest," Clara countered. "You're no good to him or Arielle if you collapse."
Till Betrayal Do Us Part: Ex-Husband, Ex-Heartbreak 211: Between Life and Death
"BP's still dropping," one of the paramedics called as they loaded Alejandro into the ambulance. "We need to move!"I climbed in after them, collapsing onto the bench seat as the doors slammed shut."Arielle," I suddenly remembered, panic clawing at my throat. "My daughter—where is she?""Already en route to Memorial," one of the paramedics replied without looking up from Alejandro. "She's stable."That small mercy gave me the strength to stay upright as I watched them work frantically to keep my husband alive. They'd cut away his shirt completely now, revealing the full extent of his injuries. The wound in his abdomen wasn't as deep as I'd feared, but the chest wound—it was a different story altogether."Left hemothorax," the paramedic muttered. "Need to decompress."I watched in horror as they inserted a large needle between Alejandro's ribs. Blood gushed out immediately, filling a collection bag."What's happening?" I demanded."Blood's filling his chest cavity, compressing on his
Till Betrayal Do Us Part: Ex-Husband, Ex-Heartbreak 210: To the Death
He yanked the makeshift blade free and shoved Alejandro toward me with such force that we both crashed onto the wooden planks of the dock. I barely registered the pain through my ankle as I caught Alejandro's limp body."No, no, no," I sobbed, cradling him against me. His eyes fluttered, struggling to focus on my face as blood bubbled from his lips."Est...ella," he managed, each syllable a battle."Don't talk," I begged, pressing one hand against the stomach wound while frantically trying to stem the bleeding from his chest with the other. It was too much—too much blood, too many wounds.Marco staggered to the boat, his own strength clearly waning. He tossed the bloodied metal shard into the water and began fumbling with the ropes that secured the craft to the dock. His movements were clumsy, his injuries making the simple task laborious."Pressure," Alejandro whispered, his voice so faint I barely heard it. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, staining his ashen lips crimso
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We dove behind a heavy chest of drawers just as the explosion tore through the room. The blast was deafening, sending splinters of wood and plaster raining down on us. Dust filled up the air in the room.Through the ringing in my ears, I heard movement—Marco is making his escape in the confusion. I struggled to my feet, eyes stinging from the dust, and saw a shadow moving toward the far windows."Alejandro," I croaked, pointing.He was already up, blood trickling from another cut on his temple where debris had struck him. Together, we staggered through the devastated room toward the windows.Marco had reached what appeared to be a balcony beyond the shattered glass. As we emerged into the clean night air, I saw his plan—a rope, hastily secured to the balcony railing, leading down to the ground below. Near the edge of the property, barely visible in dark of the night was a small dock with what looked like a speedboat tied up."Stop!" Alejandro shouted, raising his gun.Marco turned, hi
