บททั้งหมดของ Kneel Before Me, Ex-husband: บทที่ 121 - บทที่ 130

The woman’s smile widened, a glint of amusement in her eyes as she took a step closer to me. She didn’t seem intimidated by my questioning tone, which only heightened my suspicion. There was a cool confidence in the way she carried herself, as though she knew exactly how this moment would unfold.“I’m Nicolai’s sister,” she said, as though the words alone should have explained everything. “Name’s Elena.”Her name hung in the air, heavy with the promise of something I wasn’t quite prepared to face. I felt a pang of confusion and curiosity. Nicolai had never mentioned a sister, at least not in any context that would make this moment feel natural.Elena’s eyes didn’t leave me as she continued, her gaze flicking once more to Nicolai, who seemed to stiffen at the mention of her name. His expression darkened, and I could tell, even from the bed, that there was some history between them—a history that wasn’t written in any of the notes or explanations Nicolai had shared with me.“Funny,” Ele

Elena’s words hung in the air, thick with the promise of things I wasn’t ready to face. I stood my ground, refusing to let the tension unravel me. Nicolai remained silent behind me, a weight I couldn’t shake. But this wasn’t his moment, it was mine—and I wasn’t about to let Elena manipulate me.She tilted her head, studying me with her unnerving intensity. “I know you think you have a choice, Amethyst. But the truth is, you don’t. None of us really do. The question is, how far are you willing to go?”I didn’t flinch. I couldn’t let her see how much her words had rattled me. “I’m not playing your games, Elena,” I said, my voice steady, cutting through the tension. “So, spare me the drama and tell me what you really want.”Elena’s smile was cold, but it didn’t faze me. “You’re here because of Nicolai,” she said, almost condescendingly. “And you’ll do anything to protect him, won’t you? I’m offering you a chance to truly understand what that means. To understand us—to understand what we’

Days passed, one blending into the other, as I drowned myself in work—meetings, reports, deadlines. The familiar rhythm of my company's demands helped push Nicolai and everything about him further into the background, but the pull of guilt and anger never fully left. It was easier to focus on the tasks at hand than to deal with the storm that still raged inside me, but I knew I couldn't keep running forever.Then, one afternoon, Victoria came into my office, her usual bright energy subdued, as though she could sense the weight in the air."How's Nicolai?" she asked softly, her gaze searching mine, as if looking for any sign of vulnerability. "Has he called you? Is he okay?"I set down the pen in my hand, my fingers tightening around it as I spoke. "He never called me. I think he knew I needed space, and I need it, Victoria. So much space." My voice was firm, but the bitterness clung to my words.She gave me a gentle, knowing look. "But... after everything? The accident? The way he’s b

I met his eyes, no longer the woman who had begged for his love, no longer the one who had been blinded by our past. I was different now. Stronger, more resolute."We move on," I said simply, leaning forward. "You do your thing, I do mine. We don’t need each other to survive anymore. And that's okay. It's time to let it all go."He didn’t argue. He didn’t push back. He just nodded, as though he’d come to the same realization. We were no longer bound by love, by regret, by the past. We were two people who had tried, failed, and now understood that nothing more needed to be said."I always thought we’d be… something more," he murmured, almost to himself.I didn’t flinch. "We were something once, but that was a lifetime ago."Gideon took another long drink, his fingers tightening around his glass, but the storm in his eyes had dulled. There was nothing left between us except for the shadow of a life we’

Gideon’s eyes locked onto mine, dark with regret and an intensity that I couldn’t quite escape. His chest rose and fell beneath me, his breath heavy, like the air between us was thick with everything unsaid. I could feel the heat of him, the pulse of his desire, and it made everything inside of me tremble—both with longing and fear.“I never stopped loving you, Amethyst,” he whispered, his voice raw with emotion. "Not for a second."I wanted to pull away. I wanted to shut him out. The memory of the hurt, the betrayal, all the times I’d been left alone with nothing but the broken pieces of what we had—that was still there, gnawing at me. This wasn’t just about a kiss or a touch. It was about everything that came before it.I pressed my hands against his chest, trying to put some space between us, but the truth was, I wasn’t sure if I was trying to push him away or pull him closer. "I can’t, Gideon," I wh