All Chapters of Kneel Before Me, Ex-husband: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

I felt Alexa's fingers slowly slipping out of my hands as I spoke, and the emptiness I had felt earlier came back in full force. The silence between us was thick and stifling. The echoes of the past, of what we had done to Amethyst, were looming larger than ever, almost tangible. How could I ever convince Alexa that I was absolutely in love with her and our future when the entire foundation of our relationship rested on a lie that neither one of us ever really seemed to put to rest?Alexa blinked away, rubbed her eyes."You say I'm your present and future, but I'm starting to wonder if you really mean that, Gideon" she whispered, her voice laced with a tremor I'd rarely heard before."How can I move ahead when you are still living through the ordeal of Amethyst?""It's not like that, Alexa," I said, getting closer, desperate to fill the gap between us."I regret how things ended, the things we did. But I chose you. I chose our life together. I just. I hate seeing Amethyst like this, f

Amethyst POVI hadn't been awake for three days since I'd let the fever conquer me, and now I was slogging through a thick veil of sleep once more; there on my shoulders rested the unbearable weight of the world; also there, persistent in reminder, was the tick-tock of the clock insisting that I wasn't able to stay away from that office for even one hour longer. I sat up in bed and, feeling the coolness of the wooden floor under my feet, breathed deeply into the fresh air of early morning.I forced myself through morning routine, steady and silent. My face looked out at me from the glass: a little gaunt from lack of sleep, maybe, but full of promise. A little bit of makeup could cover over hints of illness; the rest I put on in my most favorite tailored blazer with its little armor to get through what I knew must wait outside. I regarded the woman in the glass there. I could handle it today. I would.There was only a little bread and coffee for breakfast-and then I snatched the comput

AMETHYST POVI took a deep breath and inside me, excitement was bursting. "It's time I remind Gideon who I really am," I said, my voice steady.Victoria raised an eyebrow, her playful demeanor returning. “Just remember, no falling back into old habits with him. You’ve come too far to let that happen.”I laughed, shaking my head. "There's just no room in my heart anymore for Gideon. Than he does, if anyone, Nicolai has shot at it.".Victoria smiled and winked at me. "Good luck, then. You got this!" Her words sparked new confidence within me; I could feel warmth seeping inside me. We hugged her quickly and each headed our separate ways for me to prepare at home.Upon arriving, I found Marta, whom I knew well; on her face was evident distress and concern. "Mrs. Amadeus, may I borrow some money? My mother is in the hospital"."How much do you need?" I asked, dreading what I was to hear.“Fifty thousand” she said her voice shaking.Without hesitation, I pulled out a check and handed it to

I looked at the drawing, my breath caught in my throat. It was almost as if having a glimpse from a distorted mirror. So similar, and yet eerily so. The fine features, cold eyes that calculating confidence I had seen in Mrs. Sanchez. My whole world tilted on its axis."Is this.?" I began, my voice steady despite the tempest raging inside.Nicolai stepped closer and looked at the drawing carefully. "It cannot be a coincidence. This woman was behind your mother's death. We need to find out who she is."The security man nodded; fear crept over his eyes, though. "I swear I never knew who she was when I accepted the money. I took it for just being a paid mute over an event that I just happened to be an eyewitness to."."I saw how she and her husband killed Ms. Amadeus,” he said.I cut him off, my determination radiating through the room. "I'm right. I'm done playing their game. I have the evidence I need, and I'm filing for a warrant for their arrest. They will pay for what they did."His

Days passed since the arrest of the Sanchez couple, and a sense of relief washed over me. Justice had finally been served, yet I felt an unsettling void. With my mother’s murderers behind bars, I grappled with the aftermath and the next steps I had to take.Then Nicolai stepped in, his unwavering support shining through the tumult. “How about we celebrate?” he suggested one afternoon, a glimmer of excitement in his eyes. “A dinner date?”I hesitated for a moment, the idea both thrilling and daunting. But gratitude swelled within me. Nicolai had helped me find closure, and perhaps a date would help me step out of the shadows of my grief. “I’d love that,” I replied, my heart racing with a mix of nerves and anticipation.He offered to pick me up, and I spent the following hours preparing. In my room, I sifted through my wardrobe, finally settling on a sleek, midnight-blue dress that hugged my figure perfectly. As I applied a light touch of makeup, I caught a glimpse of my reflection. I l