All Chapters of His sidepiece : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

EMMA.I ran immediately to his side. His lips were white, and his eyes closed.“God,” I muttered, trying to check if he was alive.I placed a finger under his nose, and luckily, I felt warmth on it.He was breathing, but his chest was still. His blood pressure had to be low.I looked around, trying to find a way to help when I sighted something beside him. There was a tray, and in it, there was a white substance.I looked at his lips again. They were extremely white, and so was his nose.“Fuck,” I muttered, dropping the pan on the floor.Now, I couldn't take him to the hospital because he had too much of a good reputation to be seen in such a state.I picked up his phone, searching for an emergency number. There was only one. Adrian. I knew that was his elder brother, but his brother was all the way in a other country. How would he be able to help?I looked at Samuel, and seeing that he was knocked out, decided to take a chance.The line rang for a few seconds, before he picked up.“H

ISABELLA “I didn't want the divorce, your son did.” “You filed for it,” my father-in-law persisted.I groaned, covering my face. He didn't get it. No one was getting it.“He's torturing me in that marriage. I can't keep up anymore.”His mother moved towards me, “Alex can be a tough child at times. Hd was one of our hardest, but that's why you're a woman. You're meant to build him.”I glared at her, “I'm not teaching a grown man how to act his age.”She sighed, “you don't get it. This generation has changed a lot of things from what they used to be.”I wanted to shove her off, but I was sensible enough to know she still deserved some level of respect.“You both should try talking to him. He's not looking at me, or anyone else.” I told them.I didn't want this marriage, but I had known what I signed up for when I filed my name on those papers years ago.“He's on his way here,” Alex's father replied.I was surprised to find out they had actually gotten Alex to return home. I had been t

ISABELLAI had expected him to try throwing a tantrum or gaslighting, just as he had always done, but he didn't say anything. He chewed on his food, ensuring we never exchanged eye contact or touched.“I brought you here for a reason,” he said,I waited for him to continue.Seeing that I had nothing to say to that, he continued, “we need to come up with a way that our marriage can work.”“I think we've gone far past that level,” I admitted. “This sham of a marriage can never be fixed, and it's not my fault.”“I never said any of this was your fault.”“Good.”“Can you calm down so we can settle this?”I waited for him to pitch his not-so-brilliant idea.“I am proposing an open marriage.”My lashes flicked hard. “What did you say?”“We need to try an open marriage.” He repeated, “we both know that I can't be in a committed marriage with you.”“Because of her,”“Yes.” He agreed. “Emma will always be in the picture. As long as she is alive, I can't love another person.”Hm. So, Emma being

EMMAAfter much delay, Samuel had booked flights for us. At first, he wasn't sure if he wanted us to arrive a day before or on the actual thanksgiving. Eventually, we had agreed to come a day before. I couldn't lie, I was nervous about visiting New York after the experience and legacy I had there.I had spent the last two days with my mother, and we had gone over everything. To my surprise, she was calm and cool with the way things were going. Personally, things were moving at a faster speed than I had expected, but it was alright. At least, he wasn't someone's husband.“Are you ready?” Samuel asked,“Yeah,” I replied, pushing back up. I brought out the handle, and pushed it behind him. He would have offered to help, but both his hands were already filled with bags.When Samuel had told me about this dinner, I had expected it to be a day or two, not a week! Anyway, he had said it would be fun, and I didn't want to doubt him. If I had agreed to stay, I would survive it.We got into the

EMMA.Samuel and I had gone to bed immediately after dinner. He hadn't explained why, but he said he didn't feel like staying back with his siblings.“Tomorrow is the big day,” he said, bringing out his notebook.“The Thanksgiving,” I said,“Yeah. My family sometimes likes to make things extra.”I moved closer to him, “I have a question,”He immediately turned to me, “what's wrong babe?”“Oh nothing,” I shrugged, “I'm just curious,”“Curious about?”“Why did you bring me to meet your family?”He paused, “don't you like them?” He asked,“It's not that. I like them, and they seem to like me too, but I want to understand what made you bring me here. We are still in a very young relationship…”“Baby, if you were not comfortable with this, why didn't you say something?”“You were so excited about the Thanksgiving dinner that I didn't want to ruin things for you.” I revealed,“You wouldn't have ruined things for me. It's alright if you didn't want to meet my family just yet. I would underst