All Chapters of Love And Tales: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Raymond's POVMy mind was heavy in thoughts as I stared at Elena walking away.My lips were heavy, heavy enough to keep me mute while Alana threw those words at me.The shuttering of the cameras reverberated through the air as some persons in the hospital struggled to get every and any reaction that ran across my face.“Raymond, is that true?” My father asked, his voice startling me from my thoughts.“Not now, Father,” I answered under my breath, dragging my feet out of the congested walkway.I couldn't help but feel my temper flare as the flickering of the light rays from different cell phones penetrated my eyes.I traced my steps to Doctor Lucas's office, sitting on the stool, a sigh escaping my lips as he shut the door.For a brief moment, we remained silent.“I warned you, Raymond,” his voice broke the serene atmosphere, devoid of any emotions.I exhaled, bowing my head in regret. Why does my past keep affecting my present?“I’m in no mood to take the blame,”

Raymond's POV“How long can you keep the distance between both of us, Elena?” I muttered, shrugging my shoulders as I headed to my seat.I collapsed on a chair, supporting my head with my hand as my mind raced with deep thoughts.Out of the blue, the memories of the love we shared in the past flickered in my mind, and for a moment, I was surrounded by a warm wave of happiness, one that I was unsure if I would ever witness again. “What the fuck is wrong with me?” I mumbled, rasping my knuckles violently on the desk, the sound reverberating through the air.If I had heeded Dad's warnings, I wouldn't have gotten myself stuck in this shit.The screeching of tires could be heard outside, loud and clear. I walked to the window just in time to see Elena drive out of the parking slot and move at great speed to the Streets, her car slowly turned invincible as it mixed with those on the bustling streets of New York.“Don’t be so hard on yourself, Raymond,” I inhaled slowly,

Elena's POVWith my heart racing fast, sweat trickled down my temples as I walked down the stairs.“It’s for the best, Elena,” I mumbled as tears ran down my eyes.“You have done absolutely nothing, Elena.” I could hear Joe at the other end of the line.I loosened my hair and removed the headphone, which had been hidden under my hair all this time. It was obvious that none of those words I said were coming from me; I couldn't muster enough courage to speak to Raymond in such a manner.“Thank you, Joe,” I muttered.I sprinted outside the mansion. My hand gripped the car door as I yanked it open.Just as I was about to get into my ride, a gruff voice called behind me.“Elena!” I paused, my heart pounding violently as if I were being chased by a goose.I whirled around slowly to see my father-in-law walking in my direction.“Who’s pushing you to do this?” his face grim.“N…nobody,” I stammered, trying to sound casual.An awkward silence engulfed the air as he stared at me. His eyes bo

Raymond's POVShe looked at me with a pale face, as if she had seen a ghost.“Who is Joe?” I asked, with a cringe playing on my lips and my brow knitted in anger.Her lips trembled as she tried to speak the words, which were unable to come out.“I don't think I should repeat myself,” I said, closing the door behind me, my eyes piercing into hers and a smirk tugging at the corner of my lips.“I don't think he's important,” she mumbled.“What did you say?” I asked, raising my brow as I closed my eyes tightly, attempting to regain control of my breathing.Immediately, Elena rose from the bed, gazing intently into my eyes as she yelled, "He's not important," her voice unwavering and resounding through the room.I scoffed, taken aback by her conduct and boldness.“I’ll find him, Elena.”“And when I do, he’ll regret ever coming close to my wife.” I growled, clenching my fists and anticipating a reaction from her.“I should be getting the papers today. Where are they?” she asked, her voice q

Raymond's POVBecoming a ghost at home has never been my style. Whenever I'm home, my family always seems to flock around me for a good time.I had to watch everybody act like I was invincible, like I didn't exist.Well, I deserved all that. Maybe this was the best way to pay for my sins. The coffee cup was cradled in my hand. I took a sip, the hot liquid rushing down my throat.I could still remember Ralph's voice in my head, living rent-free. I felt his presence stalking me, just like he had always done when I behaved nonchalantly.“Raymond, you got to own your life. This sh*t isn't going to help you.”“For fuck sake, Raymond, try having a sense of responsibility.” I could hear Ralph yell as I staggered into the mansion, a warm breath of whiskey escaping my lips.If I could change the taunting fingers of the clock, I would. Weirdly enough, the punishment I had gone through in the past—when I lost my jasmine—was lower compared to the present. How was I going to sign the divorce pa