All Chapters of DANGEROUS HUSBANDS, BROKEN WIFES: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

[DIMITRI]When I declared my love for Nadia, I didn’t know what I expected to hear in return. I wasn’t even expecting anything, truth be told.But now that she has returned those words with her own, I feel like I’m over the fucking moon. My damn heart is racing so hard and fast in my chest, I feel like I might pass out from the force.But I don’t. And thank fucking God for that. I lean down to kiss her instead, tangling my fingers into the blonde mess of her hair and kissing her deep, hard, and long.“You mean that, Nadyushka? Tell me you mean that.”If her confession turns out to be something people say in bed because it feels “right in the moment,” I don’t want it. I want a real confession. I need to know what she really fucking feels.

[NADIA]The mention of Tatiana is enough to give me all the encouragement I need to push myself off the bed.Dimitri laughs—a rare sound that I’m surely looking forward to getting used to—and leaves the room after pulling up his underwear and pants. He grabs his shirt from the closet too, but the next doorbell that arrives forces him to take care of that door right about now.I have no time to find something decent to wear either, so I just grab my last night’s clothes from the floor and put them on.Before I even rush out of the room, the unmistakable sound of Tatiana’s childish voice echoes against the walls.My heart, for some reason, pounds harder against my chest.The last time I saw this little girl she thought we were playing a game. We were not. But from what Dimitri told me after our first lovemaking this morning, she seemed to have taken the game way too seriously. She refused to say anything, playing along as I told her to, and it was only when she feared the game was taking

[DIMITRI]I should’ve known my words would get twisted like that. And of course, it would end up hurting my woman in the worst way possible.But God knows that wasn’t my intention. I just have a crude way of speaking and often forget not everyone can take it. It’s an old habit, one I need to work on changing.I cup Nadia’s face, wiping her tears with my thumb. I should be comforting her after everything she just blurted out, but instead, I can’t help it—I start laughing. I can’t stop until she looks up at me like I’ve completely lost it.Her eyebrows snap and her lips upturn in a deep frown. “You think it’s funny?”“No!” I shake my head, meaning it, but laughter simply bubbles out of me. I turn around to take a breather, and when I think I’m in better control of myself, I turn back around to face her.Only to find her gone.Whatever lingering smile on my face dies right away. “Nadia?”I glance toward the door and see her rushing out of the room.“Shit!” I bolt after her down the hallw

[DIMITRI]A week later, we both sit in the car and stare at the huge gates ahead.“This is it, I guess,” she says softly, for the first time not so eager to talk about leaving.It’s strange how the last few days changed everything. They changed me. Who would have thought an asshole like me could ever fall for an angel like her? Nadia is an angel. She’s the most beautiful, pure-hearted, a little fiery, but the best of the angels out there. In fact, if you ask me, she’s the only angel out there.My angel.I let out a sigh. “Yep. This is it.” I turn to look at her and can’t help grabbing the back of her head, pulling her in for a kiss. A long, deep, and passionate kiss. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of her—her lips, her body, everything about her. “I’m going to miss you like hell.”She grins, her pale blue eyes twinkling, her stubborn blonde curls escaping the trap of her knitted cap. “I’ll miss you like hell too. In fact,” she brushes her nose against mine, “I think I’m going to mi

[ANASTASIA]“Mommy!”One word, and my heart shatters into a million pieces.Before I even turn my gaze to the door, warmth floods through me, and tears well up in my eyes.My little girl comes running into the room, her dark hair pulled back in a ponytail bouncing with every step. Her eyes are sharp, excited, and filled with so much love. Her face is a canvas of every emotion I’ve ever seen her wear in my entire life.I don’t even realize it, but my arms open on their own, my chest aching to feel her little heart against mine.But just when I think she’s about to jump onto the bed and throw herself into my arms, she stops and stands there with her hands behind her back, her little legs fidgeting as she looks up at the doctor, her small eyes seeking some kind of permission.I suppose the last two months have changed a lot. My daughter, who used to storm in and out of any place she wanted, now suddenly looks afraid of hurting me.Tears race down my face. I wipe them as quickly as I can,