All Chapters of THE PILOT'S EX WIFE: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

- "Well, I'll wait for you in the Bentley," Jean murmured, and Blair could only nod in agreement.Christopher led the way to the set of elevators to the east of the ballroom. And as she followed him, the redhead searched for a solution to rid herself of that feeling of loss ingrained in her mind, but she couldn't. How could she not have lost everything she had with Ethan, when the end was written in his every action?Blair tried to push the bitter thoughts out of her head as she stepped into the elevator and, with Ethan's employee, walked down to the parking lot. She knew she didn't have much time to sort things out, but she hoped she would have just one more day.They both got off at the ground floor in silence. The redhead walked behind Christopher, keeping a few steps away in case he changed his mind and decided to run back to the elevator.There were three cars in the large parking lot; two sports cars side by side in the far spaces, and a black SUV. And from the way the SUV was c

The guys in the pit stop are running towards my car. I can't hear them, but I know they're screaming like crazy. And I also know that the guys who came in second and third are very angry. On the track, being behind the best is like being the worst. Believe me, the only place that matters on the podium is the top.The sports car stops meters ahead of the finish line and, at that moment, euphoria hits me. Now I can feel the adrenaline in my veins. I can assure you that the feeling of a victory is always the same, it never changes or becomes common. It is always as if I were a god, and that has really boosted my ego.When I get out of the car, my team bombards me with jumping and screaming. I could jump with them, but my legs are still shaking. This is the only moment in life that makes me feel good, that makes me like who I am.- "Fuck, that was amazing!" Will screams.All I see around me are camera shots, people jumping in the stands, some drivers parking in their cockpits. All I hear

One after another, the tears became a steady stream, growing more intense, until the first sobs escaped, shaking her shoulders uncontrollably.She opened her mouth to try to speak, but it was as if the words had become trapped somewhere between her throat and her chest, crushed by the weight of guilt and fear. Sobs choked her voice, breaking it into inaudible fragments as she desperately searched for a way to explain, to justify everything she had done.But nothing came out but small, broken sounds, her breathing ragged as her pleading eyes searched for some reaction from Drake, something that could soothe the storm of emotions raging inside her.Blair felt her face wet and the tears continued, relentless, making every attempt to speak a failure. She knew she needed to say something, or at least ease the hurt she saw in his eyes. But regret, sadness, and despair were all mixed together in such a mess that words seemed impossible to form."Yes," she whispered, the word barely audible,

“Every day will be bad for you,” he murmured, his voice a whisper laden with menace. “It’s a one-sided negotiation. But you can deny it and see what happens.”He leaned closer, his lips almost touching her ear. “And if you must know, I’d like you to deny it, just so I can watch Ethan raise hell to Earth.”Blair closed her eyes for a moment, taking in the gravity of the situation. What Carter was saying was true, and the thought of denying his marriage proposal paralyzed her. What she was about to make was a choice that could bring everything around her crashing down. But at the same time, the sight of Drake, the pain and desperation in his eyes, reminded her of what was at stake.What would become of her if she couldn't protect the ones she loved?Carter’s voice rang out again, sharp as a blade. “Think, Blair. Think about what you really want. The choice is in your hands.”The conflict inside her intensified, Carter's every word sounding like a synonym for doom. She was about to be th

“She won’t know if you do not tell her,” Miguel replies, a mischievous smile lighting up his face.“Little genius,” I mutter to myself, admiring his wit.He is very smart for his age, and the way he already understands the nuances of adults is impressive.I leave the kitchen and go to the living room, where the little one is still in front of the television, completely absorbed. “What are you watching?” I ask, curiosity taking over me.He turns around, his eyes wide with excitement. “Formula One Championship!” he says, the joy in his voice almost infectious.“Formula 1, huh?” I say, trying to get involved. “Are you rooting for anyone?”Miguel nods, enthusiasm brimming over. “Yes! The blue car! It’s the fastest!”“Oh, so we’re going to run like him, right?” I joke, and he laughs, the innocence of childhood radiating from him.With every passing second, I feel a growing connection to Miguel. He's not just Blair's son, he's a part of me now, a little piece of joy and responsibility that