All Chapters of CHASING MY EX-WIFE: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Richard's POVHer “please” came out as a demand request instead of a plea.It makes me stare at her intensely, wondering what I have to do to win her back and have everything to myself.“Please, Richard,” she mutters again, this time with her eyes soft in humbleness. Quickly, I nod.I suggested we move in together, probably at the mansion or at the penthouse, so I can have them guarded and have my eyes on them all the time.At the mansion, I have my eyes everywhere because of the cameras installed in every corner of the mansion.I never thought I would think of living in that mansion again until now. I left because of her, and I would gladly go if she wanted us to.However, there are no cameras installed anywhere in the penthouse. It is my private space. My safe haven. From the world.I didn't bother with the cameras because I hadn't needed them until now.Arabel quietly disagreed with me as soon as I let out my suggestion, until Daisy chipped in. “Let's stay with Daddy, Mommy. I am

Richard's POVEvery ounce of shame, guilt, and regret fills me inside, making my heart thump wildly.“I'm f**king sorry.” I drag a hand through my hair, looking down in defeat. “I'm sorry, Bella.”She sniffs and moves away. For a moment, I think she will leave and never come back again, but she surprises me by going to the couch to sit with her two hands over her forehead.I stay rooted in a spot, unsure of what I am supposed to say or do. Not sure if moving close to her is a great idea.She is sensitive to the topic of our divorce. And I understand.When she looks up at me, the raw pain in her eyes causes fear to gnaw at my heart. Even though she has forgiven me, forgetting everything is highly unlikely.I find myself moving towards her. When I am close enough, I kneel in front of her, her gaze fixated on me, I mutter. “I'm so sorry.”“It's fine.” She nods. “Just a date, right?”Shock completely submerges me, but I nod anyway. She let out a sad smile before leaning backward. “A date

Richard's POV My hand freezes halfway to my ears, allowing my phone to crash to the floor, as soon as my eyes flash to catch sight of her red car driving off.Shit!She must have bumped into Eve downstairs.Without hesitation, I grab the phone and run back into the living room to get my shirt and car keys before heading out.Shit!That bitch. I wonder how she got to know this place. I'll make sure she never steps foot here again.With that determination, I dash out, not bothering to take the elevator, and quickly descend the staircase before sprinting to the car.My insides are in disarray. My mind is jumbled.What exactly am I supposed to tell Arabel for her to believe me? That bitch had never stepped foot in here; this is her first, but I am sure Arabel won't believe it.When I am inside my car, I angrily slam my fist on the wheels. My phone begins to ring, and I pick it up.“What?!” I bark into the phone, reversing out of the gate and turning onto the road at a high speed.“I want

Arabel's POVI open my eyes again to land them on Caleb, who is sitting opposite Ashley and me. I turn to Ashley, and she wraps a hand around my shoulder, understanding what my look means.I'm blaming myself already.What if he dies? How could I live with that, knowing full well that I forgave him but not fully? Knowing full well that I caused it?I sob. The lump of dread stuck in my throat has refused to go down.The doctors won't let us in.We were just lucky enough to see him when he was brought out of the surgery room. There were tubes all around him, and I almost collapsed at the sight.Richard was hale and hearty an hour ago. Smiling at me. Kissing me.And now he is bedridden. Unconscious.How can I possibly cope with that? What do I tell Daisy? What if she asks him? Is this a punishment for me to value him more than I currently do?I blame myself because I keep pushing him away. Forgiving him was one thing; forgetting everything was another; and giving him another chance was o

Arabel's POVFor days, I haven't moved a muscle from where I am seated, right next to Richard's bed.The more days we spend here, the less my hope diminishes, leaving me with nothing but doubts and fear.I have cried. Pleaded. Prayed. Apologized. Hoped. And I wished for nothing but for him to open his eyes, smile at me, and tell me he loves me or that he would love to kiss me again.Just anything.Anything would do.But he has been silent. Eyes closed. And unconscious.It makes me wonder just how long he is going to be this way, even though I don't stop praying for him to come out of it.“Arabel?” Someone calls, coming into the room as I look over my shoulder. It is Mother. “Why aren't you sleeping? Did you even sleep at all?”It is just the break of dawn, but I haven't slept a wink in days. Most times, I don't cheat nature, and I make up for it by sleeping during the day, but at night, my eyes are always wide open, staring at Richard and hoping for a miracle.I shake my head without