All Chapters of To Love You Hurts: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Kip looks up and frowns, “I’m no hero, and honestly, I’d never want to aspire to be one. The weight of trying to save people and bring those to justice weighs me down enough. Occasionally, I get so caught up in a case it becomes near damn impossible to claw myself out of the hole I've dug myself into.” He places his utensils on the side of his plate and picks up his glass of water, taking a sip from it. “Is my job rewarding? Sure. But it entails a lot of backbone and most times I forget I have one,” he continues, placing his glass back down on the bench top, and he points to my plate of food that’s still untouched. “Are you going to eat that?”Looking down at my plate, which consists of a decent-sized lamb steak, smothered in a rich basil tomato sauce with a side of roasted potatoes and blanched beans. I bring my plate forward, excited to fill my belly with some decent food.Licking my lips, I lean forward and inhale the aromas of the food, only to regret it simultaneously. “As good

TOBIAS:Leaning forward over my desk, I violently press my finger against the button on the intercom. “Melanie, can I see you in my office?”“Sure,” she responds, her voice trembling.I lean back in my chair, rubbing my chin as my gaze zones in on my office door. I’m in a foul mood. A mood that won’t lift, regardless of what I do.Ever since I found out that Keri left New Zealand and went to Australia with Kip… well, let’s just say that my hands have been twitching to pulverize something, preferably Kip Mason.I mean, who does that son of a bitch think he is?Tearing through our lives like a tornado and fucking everything up as it passes through.Not to mention, Keris’ lawyer has been calling my phone daily on the hour, following up on the divorce papers I was served. If Keri thinks that she can leave the country and file for a divorce without speaking to me first, in a civilised manner, then she has another thing coming.I know I stuffed up. I’m not denying that.But she just cann

“If that’s your decision, sweet girl. I’ll support you all the way. I just hope you’ll have all the right answers when your children ask about their father.” Kip replies with no tone of judgment in his voice.As I process his words, a frown forms on my face, and my brows furrow. For the sake of my children, I will do whatever it takes to keep them safe. I also hope that I will have the appropriate answers to the questions they will have the right to pose. Currently, I have no intention of deceiving them, nor do I intend to disclose everything to them. Some secrets are best kept hidden.“I hope so too.” I sigh.Kip gets up from his stool, opens the fridge door, and closes it again. “Hmm, there isn’t much food in there for me to cook you a ‘Congratulation’ dinner. So how about we order some Turkish food?” He says as he leans against the door, folding his arms over his wide chest.“That sounds really good. But we don’t have to order in because I’m pregnant, Kip.” I chuckle.“Well, it’s n

Kip sits next to me as I lie down on the bed in the ultrasound room. Today is the day that we will be given the gender results of my twins. I’m not going to lie. I’ve been eagerly waiting for the appointment all week. Just as Kip had mentioned weeks ago. Time has flown by. It’s like I blinked, and I’m now twenty-six weeks pregnant.My belly is huge. But I guess that is normal considering that two little humans are growing inside of me. The morning sickness finally stopped about four weeks ago, and my cravings for oranges started days after. Poor Kip has been restocking the fruit bowl on a daily basis. He brings home a few kilos of oranges, thinking that they will last me at least three days.They barely make it through the night.He cracked me up when he asked Doctor El Nazari if there was a possibility that I may turn slightly orange or if my babies will be born orange due to all the oranges I’ve been eating. Doctor El Nazari stared at him with a blank expression on her face at first

It’s been nine weeks since I gave birth to Ryan and Sawyer, and the sleepless nights are slowly starting to get to me. I landed in New Zealand late last night. Checked into the swanky little motel a block away from Tobias’s office and had the longest soak in the tub until my skin turned wrinkly before I called it a night and hit the hay.Coming here alone has been a little rough, I’ve never traveled on my own, and leaving my children behind has been hard. I woke up a few times during the night as I could swear I heard their soft cries. I guess my new body clock and hyper-sensitive ears followed me here as well. I take one final look in the mirror, fixing the spaghetti straps of my summer dress before I comb my fingers through my hair. I’ve dressed as casual as I possibly can on a hot day that almost has me melting into a puddle before I’ve stepped out of my room that has air-con.I want to look nice when I see Tobias for the first time in a long time. I need him to see me and regret e