Semua Bab Kneel Before Me, Ex-husband: Bab 81 - Bab 90

I froze. My heart raced, but it wasn’t from the pain or the confusion. No, seeing her there—standing in that sterile doorway like a ghost, like she had somehow materialized out of the darkness itself—made my chest tighten in a way I wasn’t prepared for.Her eyes met mine, and they were as cold as I remembered. No softness. No sign of the warmth I had once foolishly believed I might have been able to rekindle. Just a distant, calculated look.She didn’t smile. Didn’t say anything at first, just stood there, taking me in as if I were some puzzle she’d had the misfortune of stumbling upon.I wanted to ask a hundred things—where the hell am I? What happened? Why the hell did you save me?—but the words wouldn’t come out.I swallowed hard and tried again, my voice rough, like I hadn’t used it in days.“Why… am I here?”She didn’t answer right away, instead glancing over her shoulder like she was deciding whether or not she should leave me to wallow in the mess of my own head. But when she s

I stiffened at Victoria’s question, the words cutting through the air like a blade. It wasn’t a question I had asked myself—not directly, at least. Why had I stayed here, in this sterile hospital room, surrounded by the echo of machines and the scent of antiseptic? Why had I stayed by Gideon’s side, when I should’ve walked away, when everything about this place screamed the past—a past I swore I would leave behind?I had come here with a singular purpose: to confront him. To make it clear that I wasn’t the woman he had once known—broken, passive, forgiving. I had come here to show him that I had no more space in me for the wreckage he left in his wake. But I stayed. And now, with that question hanging in the air, I wasn’t sure I could answer it.Victoria’s eyes were sharp, knowing—too knowing. She didn’t miss a thing. She could see through every façade, and I hated her for it.I opened my mouth, but the words didn’t come immediately. My fingers curled into fists at my sides. Why had I

The tension in the air was thick, and my chest felt tight. Nicolai’s presence was like a force pressing in from all sides. He was too close, too intense. It wasn’t fair. I didn’t want him here, not now, not with the storm of emotions I was struggling to hold together.“You don’t get it, Nicolai,” I said, my voice shaking slightly despite my best efforts to stay composed.“You don’t know what it’s like.”He didn’t respond immediately, just studied me for a long moment, his dark eyes never leaving mine. His lips pressed into a thin line, and I could feel the weight of his gaze. I hated how much he saw, how easily he could slip past the walls I’d built.“Then tell me,” he said softly, stepping closer once again.“Tell me what it’s like, Amethyst. Tell me why you’re standing here, pretending everything’s fine when I know damn well it isn’t.”I clenched my jaw, the pressure in my chest mounting. I wanted to lash out, to push him away, but instead, the words slipped out before I could stop

Alexa’s voice ripped through the phone line, venomous and full of fury. "Amy!" she spat, each word dripping with hate. "You think you can just waltz away with him, huh? You think you can get away with this? You’re a homewrecker."I didn’t flinch. My blood boiled, my anger rising to a boiling point. "What are you talking about?" I demanded, my voice steady but sharp. "You’re the one who cheated on him. You’re the one who destroyed your marriage. And now you want to blame me?"She let out a bitter laugh, full of venom. "Don’t play dumb, Amy. I see the way you look at him. I see the way you’ve been trying to slither back into his life. I’m not blind. I know exactly what you’ve been doing. And I’m not going to let you get away with it. You won’t ruin everything I’ve worked for."I felt my fists clench. The anger inside me simmered, threatening to erupt. "You ruined everything, Alexa. Not me. I didn’t destroy your marriage. You did that yourself. Don’t try to put the blame on me."Her voic

I sat at my desk, the events of the morning replaying in my mind. Lucas’s betrayal was still fresh, and the anger from our confrontation was simmering beneath the surface. I’d regained control, but the fight was far from over. I had no time to relax—this was just the beginning.The sudden knock at my door interrupted my thoughts. I didn’t need to look up to know who it was. Nicolai. I could feel his presence the moment he stepped into the room. The tension in the air shifted, and I found myself dreading whatever he had to say."Amethyst," he said, his voice hesitant, almost… apologetic? "Can I talk to you for a moment?"I didn’t answer right away. I couldn’t bring myself to. My emotions were too raw, too conflicted. But I couldn’t push him away, not after everything that had happened between us. The thought of him lingering at the door, unsure of whether to enter, was more painful than facing him."Come in,