All Chapters of Rekindling Love After Divorce : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Betty was seated on the toilet seat with a smile on her lips. She could hear James groaning inside the room, and she was so pleased."Things worked out fine," She grinned, lowering her gaze to her thighs.She parted them slowly, revealing the cut on the side of her right thigh. She had woken last night, gone to the kitchen, taken a knife, and cut her thigh.She wanted to seal her scheme, so acting like a virgin would be the deal breaker. Her actions were so disturbing, and the fact that she had the same smile on her lips while cutting herself, made things even more uncomfortable."I'm so smart," She complimented herself, her smile widening."Betty," She heard her name and faked a cry."Betty, I'm sorry," James apologized, standing outside the bathroom door. "I didn't mean to hurt you last night,""Go away," She cried out, then smiled again. "Your apology won't change anything...""Betty...I didn't know you were a...a..." He stuttered."You are feeling guilty because I'm a virgin, righ

Betty gritted her teeth in anger. She couldn't believe that Amanda had found James's new place. "Why does this woman keep following him, and ruining everything!" She grimaced, hatred flashing in her eyes. "Why can't she just stay out of my way?" Betty stomped her foot, glaring at the door as if Amanda were there. "Should I open the damn door and send her straight to hell?" Betty asked herself, her hand thoughtfully resting on her chin. "Or should I tell her about my night with James," "I'm sure that Amanda would be upset that James was fucking with someone while their daughter was missing. She'll be more upset because she's still in love with him," She murmured. Amanda would undoubtedly be hurt if she heard lies from Betty. Even if she tried to trust James, he would confess eventually, as he too had been deceived. "This will get her out of my way," Betty's anger began to melt away, replaced by a sly smile. Just as she was about to step forward, James's footsteps echoed behind h

The man stood in what resembled an office. The walls were painted a darker shade of blue. A mahogany desk sat in the center of the room, paired with a rolling seat that had a peeled surface.To the right, a drawer stood with a mirror mounted above it. A pair of shoes lay close to the drawer, an ashtray carelessly tipped over beside it.The man walked towards the shoes with a smirk on his lips and slipped them on. "Have you found her, or are you joking?" Betty asked, her tone skeptical. The man chuckled, turning towards his table. "I'm not joking. I have found the little girl," The man said, truthfully. "I told you I had my ways. All you have to do is be patient. I won't lie; this has been the toughest search I've ever done," "She's just a kid. Stop exaggerating," Betty hissed, her eye roll almost palpable over the phone. "She didn't go missing, she was kidnapped," He revealed, causing Betty to gasp. "Kidnapped? By who?" She asked, her voice laced with shock. The man shrugged,

"Won't an axe be too harsh for a two-year-old kid?" He thought aloud, a flicker of doubt crossing his mind. A sick smile spread across his lips as he imagined using the axe on her, a cruel fantasy that could send chills through anyone's spine. "That's way too bloody," He shook his head, dropping the axe on the car's floor. He picked up a gun next, examining it with eagerness. "Why didn't I make this decision at home?" He asked himself, rolling his eyes in frustration. "My habit of postponing has finally got me in a dilemma,""I shouldn't even care anyway. I can use any weapon or method to kill her. When did I become such a compassionate person?" He muttered, releasing a fit of cackles that echoed eerily in his car. His expression was completely psychotic, reveling in the thought of doing such horrible things to a defenseless child."It's not my fault that her parents couldn't take care of her. If they had been more responsible, then no one would have captured her. Betty doesn't ev

"Daddy," Kendall's small voice trembled, tears welling up in her eyes. "Daddy?" He raised his brow, letting down his gun. "Daddy," She repeated, her lips quivering before she burst into tears and ran to hug him. He gasped as her small hands wrapped around his legs. He had never liked kids, so this sudden misplaced affection was Discomforting. He froze, unsure of how to react to the child's unexpected warmth. "Hey stop!" He barked, his voice gruff. But she clung tighter, her little arms refusing to let go. With a frustrated grunt, he yanked her little hands off him and shoved her to the floor. Kendall winced as her body hit the cold, hard ground. She looked up at him with wide tear-filled eyes, wondering why he was acting so harshly towards her. All she could see in front of her was her father, James, not Richard. The trauma and confusion had blurred the lines of reality for her, everything felt distorted. Even the unreal things seemed real in her disoriented, fragile st