All Chapters of A Chance At Forever: Chasing His Divorced Love: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

CHARLOTTE"Did something happen? Do we need to reschedule?" I asked as the guard walked away. Thiago shook his head, offering a nervous chuckle. "No, it's nothing that can't be handled later. Now, where were we?" "You were about to tell me the main reason behind this dinner," I replied, picking up the fork in front of me. I dug into the pasta - not because I was particularly hungry but because I needed something to fidget with while he gathered his thoughts. The atmosphere had shifted, suddenly dampened, as if something heavy weighed on his mind. I wanted to know what had transpired between him and the guard, but I knew that if he didn't want to talk about it, there was no use pressing him.I placed the fork in my mouth and tried to enjoy the food. It was delicious, and the music had slowed to a tempo that matched the mood, yet my growing desire to go home and collapse into my bed overshadowed any intention of savoring the evening. "You've been doing pretty well with the club,

ELENAIt had been days since I last spoke with my father, and as the wedding date loomed closer, I knew I should call him to confirm his outfit and ensure there weren’t any last-minute plans he’d decided to spring on me. But I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. I knew the conversation would inevitably shift to the estate, and right now, I wanted to focus solely on the wedding.In a matter of hours, I’d be married to Rogerio, and with that milestone reached, I could finally exhale and move on to more pressing matters in my life. For the first time in ages, I felt genuinely excited about something, and I wasn’t about to let anything ruin it. To keep myself in this bubble of bliss, I delegated all inquiries about my family’s involvement in the wedding to my assistant. Meanwhile, I waited for the personal shopper to arrive at my apartment. I had decided, quite impulsively, to get a new dress. The style of the one I’d originally chosen no longer appealed to me, and honestly, I was l

ELENAI looked around the empty church and chuckled as the priest slowly walked over to where Rogerio’s parents were seated, conversing with them in hushed tones. I turned to Keisha, who was visibly shocked at the outcome of things.I tried to say something, but no words came out when I opened my mouth. My heart started racing, and my palms felt sweaty as I lowered myself to the floor and sat down.Keisha tried to get me to stand, but I wouldn’t budge - I simply refused to move from that spot.“My worst nightmare has become a reality,” I muttered, chuckling, though nothing seemed funny at that point. I stared at Rogerio’s grandfather and his mother as they rose from their seats and walked toward me.The priest reached the altar before them, extinguishing the candles near the pulpit. He patted my shoulder and walked away without saying a word.I hated what this day had turned into - what was supposed to be a joyous ceremony had devolved into a spectacle of pity.A gust of wind blew thr

ROGERIOI hadn’t planned to leave Elena at the altar until I received that message; in fact, I was resigned to my fate.As much as I hated how things had turned out, I convinced myself that I wasn’t going to track down Charlotte to confirm whatever suspicions I had.There was no use pining over a life filled with uncertainty or sulking over the road not taken - until I got that warning.The message warned me there would be a shootout at the wedding, and in all my years of being trailed by security personnel, I knew better than to treat such a message lightly.I discussed the issue with my head of security, instructing him not to inform the other guards or anyone else until we could trace the source of the message.Unfortunately, our efforts proved futile. The lead brought us to an empty, nearly dilapidated warehouse on the outskirts of Milan that was up for sale.When we inquired about the ownership under the guise of buying and renovating the property, we discovered the owners were d

CHARLOTTEIt had been a week since I started working at Thiago’s firm while also doubling as the manager at the club. Combining both activities had been nothing short of hectic.Every morning, I dropped by the office to review the previous day’s reports, stayed for an hour or two, and then rushed off to school for my classes, which had just begun.At night, I stopped by the club to supervise activities. I’d given up bartending for a while - it was clear that taking on that role too would be overextending myself.I also stopped spending the night at the club like I used to, knowing I needed at least a little sleep to function the next day.After a week of this chaotic schedule, I felt like I needed to drop something and focus on one thing. That morning at the office, I resolved to decide what worked best for me.Abandoning school was out of the question; I’d only just started, and giving up on something I so desperately wanted wasn’t an option.That left me choosing between the club an