All Chapters of Kneel Before Me, Ex-husband: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

The bar was quiet again, save for the low murmur of people lost in their own conversations. Victoria had given us some space, retreating to the other side of the room to give us a semblance of privacy, though the air between me and Gideon felt heavy, charged with the weight of everything unsaid.I didn’t know what to do with myself. I wanted to be angry. I wanted to shut him out, to tell him that I couldn’t go down this road again, that the past was too broken to fix. But his words—those soft, desperate words—kept echoing in my mind.I felt the pull between us, like a tide I couldn’t escape, but at the same time, I was terrified of being pulled under again. I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to believe. I wanted to trust him. God, I did. But trust wasn’t something I could give away so easily—not after everything that had happened.Gideon didn’t let the silence linger long. Slowly, as if testing the waters, he

The days had passed since the night Gideon and I had shared that long, difficult conversation at the bar. I had tried to go about my life, keeping my distance from him, just as I promised myself I would. But things weren’t as simple as I had imagined. The more time I spent apart from him, the more I found myself questioning everything. I had thought I could let him back into my life as a friend—after all, what did I have to lose? But it wasn’t that easy.I had just arrived home from a meeting at work when I saw her standing on my doorstep. The woman who had once been Gideon’s lover—and had played a key role in everything that had gone wrong between us—Alexa. She stood there, poised and confident, but I could see the tension in her posture, the way her shoulders were set, as if bracing herself for whatever might come next.I hesitated for a moment. My chest tightened. I had not expected to see her, not in my home, and certainly not li

The drive to the bar was an impulse—something I did to give myself a moment of distance, of space, before I confronted Alexa. I needed to clear my head, to steel myself for the conversation that had been a long time coming.I couldn’t go home yet. Not with her still there.When I walked into the dimly lit bar, I was greeted by the familiar hum of low conversation, the clinking of glasses, and the clatter of a pool table in the corner. It was the kind of place that felt like a refuge, where no one asked questions, and the noise drowned out the mess in my head.I made my way to the bar and sat on the stool, signaling to the bartender. He nodded, already recognizing me. "The usual?""Yeah," I muttered, rubbing my hands against my face. I had no patience for small talk. I just needed the drink.He slid the glass of whiskey across the counter, and I took it without hesitation, the burn of alcohol slipping down my throat in one smooth motion.

“Gideon, it’s not about forgiveness,” she finally said, her voice calm but with a certain edge. “It’s not about you asking for my trust. You’re right, you hurt me. And I’m still trying to figure out if I even want to let you in again. But I will tell you one thing—I’m fine.”

AMETHYST POVThe days blurred together in a haze of paperwork, phone calls, and deadlines. I spent long hours at my desk, my eyes sore from the constant reading and signing of documents, my mind cluttered with unfinished thoughts and unresolved emotions.I was hunched over the papers again, my pen scratching out another signature, when I heard the sound of the door creak open. My heart skipped a beat as I looked up.I saw Nicolai stood in the doorway, his posture rigid, eyes filled with anger. He didn’t knock. He never did. He simply barged in, as if he owned the place.My pulse quickened, but I refused to let the fear show. I straightened in my chair, gathering my composure as best I could.“Amethyst,” Nicolai growled, his voice low and full of accusation. “I heard you’ve been getting close to Gideon. Is that true?”The question hit me like a punch to the stomach. I had expected this, but it didn’t make it any easier. I didn’t want to talk about Gideon with him. Not here, not now, bu