All Chapters of My Mate's Betrayal And Rejection: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

EVA’S POVI slammed the door behind me, the echo shaking the walls. My chest heaved with uneven breaths, and my hands trembled, still buzzing with adrenaline. My throat ached—his grip had been so tight I could still feel the ghost of it pressing against my skin. How close had I come to dying? Too close, all because of her.Shoes cluttered the entryway, and I kicked them out of the way, stumbling forward. The air in the house felt suffocating—hot, like I couldn’t escape fast enough. Before I could even catch my breath, Vivian appeared in the hallway, her face a storm of concern.“Eva! Thank God you’re back. How did it go with Coby? Did you—”“Don’t.” My voice sliced through the air, sharper than I intended but not sharp enough to cut through my anger. “Don’t talk to me about Coby.”She stopped mid-step, blinking as if I’d slapped her. “What? What happened? Did—did something go wrong?”A bitter laugh forced its way out of me—raw and jagged. “Go wrong?” My hand shot up, raking through my

VIVIAN’S POVI followed Eva’s advice and summoned the courage to go home and confront Coby. Maybe, just maybe, I could beg him, and we could work things out. Yes, I had slept with Elder Elijah, but I didn’t love him. It was Coby I loved, and that had to count for something, didn’t it?As I approached the quarters we shared, my heart pounded with a mix of fear and anticipation. I knocked softly on the door, waiting for Coby to answer.I was met with silence. There was no response. Still, I knew he was inside—the faint flicker of light through the window and the low hum of the old fan gave it away.Figuring he might be asleep, I turned the doorknob and found it wasn’t locked. I pushed the door open cautiously and stepped inside. The living room was dim, and there he was, sprawled on the couch, fast asleep.I hesitated, watching him for a moment. His shirt was wrinkled, his face unshaven, and the sour scent of alcohol filled the air, an obvious sign that he has been drinking.My heart cl

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HANNAH’S POVHer words caught me off guard. Cecilia wasn’t one to openly acknowledge the distance that had existed between us since Vivian and Coby happened. I looked at her, the sincerity in her eyes tugging at something deep inside me.“You’re here now,” I said, my voice quieter than I expected. “That’s what matters.”She nodded, her smile softening. “Thank you for letting me make up for lost time.”Before I could respond, Jackson came barreling toward us, his little legs pumping as fast as they could.“Mommy, look! A dino!” he exclaimed, holding up the plush dinosaur Lily had given him.Cecilia’s face lit up as she crouched down to his level. “Oh my goodness, that’s the cutest dinosaur I’ve ever seen! What’s its name?”Jackson tilted his head, thinking hard. “Hmm… Dino-Squish!”“Dino-Squish?” Cecilia repeated, laughing. “That’s a perfect name, Jackson!”She scooped him into her arms, and he giggled as she spun him around. Seeing them together like that—Jackson’s laughter ringing ou

Xavier’s POVThe sharp blare of the alarm jolted me awake, cutting through the peaceful silence of the early morning. My hand shot out instinctively, slamming the button to silence it.I blinked a few times, letting the soft glow of the bedside lamp illuminate the room. The clock read 5:00 a.m. The house was still, the air quiet save for the rhythmic breathing of Hannah beside me. She was curled on her side, her hair fanned across the pillow, her face relaxed in deep sleep.I couldn’t help but smile. She looked so peaceful, and I didn’t want to disturb her. Leaning over, I brushed my lips softly against her temple. Her brow furrowed faintly, and a low murmur escaped her lips—an incoherent but warm sound.“Shh,” I whispered, the word barely audible. “Sleep, love.” My voice was a ghost of sound, meant more for myself than for her.Carefully, I slid out of bed, moving slowly and deliberately, slipping my feet into my slippers. The floor was cool beneath me as I padded toward the door, gr