Lahat ng Kabanata ng Kneel Before Me, Ex-husband: Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

AMETHYST POVMy knuckles turn white as I grip the steering wheel tightly, my mind reeling from what I had just had to listen from Alexa. How dare she? Question me? Make me feel like I am the bad girl in this sick little drama that she has made up for herself?I still heard her voice, an anguished mix of sadness and anger, spoken as if it was myself, who had shaken everything asunder.Those words kept on ringing in my head, sharper than the piercing wind that was lashing against my car, and I gritted my teeth."I didn't do nothing wrong," I complained to myself, my voice tight with anger. "Your parents put themselves in this position. You can't blame me for their decisions."Slamming down hard on the accelerator, I accelerated home, wanting to get well away from that awful hospital and the confrontation I had just been a part of.I came to the house too early. It was as if my thoughts ran in tandem behind me. I flung the car into park and slammed the door shut on the car and stalked in

Gideon’s POVIt had been days since I left the hospital. Days that bled into each other without distinction, a blur of pain, frustration, and guilt. I was stuck in a cycle of helplessness, my body too broken to do anything but exist in this state of paralysis. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt like myself. The doctors had promised it would take a month to heal, but they hadn’t warned me how exhausting it would be to simply survive from the accident.I sat in the living room, staring blankly out the window, the house eerily quiet. Too quiet. Alexa was around, but it was like I was the only one here. She moved through the house with that same mechanical efficiency—checking things off her mental list, running errands, doing what needed to be done—but there was nothing behind it. No warmth. No tenderness.She was pregnant. That much was obvious now. But I had come to realize it wasn’t just my injury that was keeping her distant. No, it was the weight of everything else—of us. She

The silence after Nicolai’s words settled heavily in the air, like the calm before a storm. I could feel the weight of my decision pressing down on me, but there was a clarity in it too. This was my moment. The world Gideon had built was crumbling, and I wasn’t going to wait for the pieces to fall. I was going to make sure they did.I turned toward the window, looking out into the darkening sky. This is it, I thought. The beginning of something new.Before I could lose myself in the plans that were forming in my mind, the doorbell rang. It was sharp, insistent.I froze for a second, surprised. Who could that be? My mind raced. Nicolai had already called—was it him again? Was this an unexpected visit? But no—he would’ve warned me first.I heard the soft padding of Marta’s footsteps down the hallway, the sound of her moving toward the door. I stayed where I was, not yet ready to face whatever Nicolai was about to throw my way. The conversation earlier had stirred something inside me—som

Gideon’s eyes lingered on me a moment longer than necessary, his posture rigid as if he was trying to hold himself together in the face of whatever storm had come crashing down. Then, without a word, he gestured toward one of the leather chairs near his desk, the kind that looked expensive and uncomfortable at the same time.“Sit down, Amethyst. We need to talk.”The tension in the air was palpable, more than I had expected when I first agreed to come. There was no bravado in his voice, no sign of the self-assured businessman I had once known. It was as though the weight of everything had just hit him like a ton of bricks.I took the chair, my fingers brushing against the cold, smooth surface of the armrest. My thoughts were racing, trying to make sense of what was happening. It was clear that something had gone terribly wrong with his company, but I couldn’t fully grasp the scope of it yet. The unease gnawed at the edges of my mind.Gideon walked around the desk and sat across from m

GIDEON’S POVI sat in the silence of my office long after Amethyst left, her words looping in my mind like a broken record. Each one felt like a blade, cutting deeper than the last, leaving my chest hollow—an aching void where my pride, ambition, and confidence had once lived. I had lost everything—not just the company, not just the investors, but her respect. The one person who had believed in me, even when she shouldn’t have, had finally seen me for what I’d become.I buried my face in my trembling hands, the weight of my mistakes pressing down like an iron shroud. Why did I do it? How had I let myself become this man? The man Amethyst described—a manipulator, a coward, a failure. The ride home was a blur. The city lights outside the car window flickered mockingly, their brightness a sharp contrast to the darkness swirling inside me. Each passing moment brought me closer to the one place I could still call mine