All Chapters of The Vendetta of the Returned Wife : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Emilia looked at Max, confused as to why he was there. She shook her head to clear the cobwebs, then remembered Thea had gone to pick them up from the airport. She must have dozed off waiting for them. Blinking, she sat up. "Em," he said with a quivering voice. She stood up and put her arms around him, hugging him, all the while asking herself what he'd done to himself. He looked as if he'd through hell and maybe he had. Guilt lodged in her throat, knowing part of it was her fault. "I'm sorry" he whispered tightening his grip "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." He kept saying over and over again. Thea, who was standing at the entrance motioned to her and pointed at the door behind them. She nodded, understanding that they were giving them privacy. Emilia held him for a few more minutes then pulled back "I guess I don't have to ask how you've been. You look like shit, Max" "And you look beautiful," he said swiping his thumb along her cheek, at the tears

Max lay on his side, watching as Emilia got in bed beside him then placed the baby between them and proceeded to breastfeed her. Emotion clogged his throat at the scene before him. He'd never been a part of this. When they were in Hawaii, he had pictured what it would be like to be there when their second baby was born. He wanted to be a hands-on dad, always involved in raising his children. He'd thought of playing good cop after Emilia denied them something, coming home to a house full of screams and toys strewn everywhere, putting them to bed and even getting annoyed when they interrupted his time with his wife. After everything that happened, he hadn't thought that was possible. That explained why lying next to them in that bed felt so surreal, like he was back at home and that was just a dream. The thought of waking up to a reality without them made his chest hurt. Raising his hand, he went to rub his chest but somehow his pinky finger ended up clutched tightly in Gaby

FLASHBACK"Hold it right there, where do you think you're going? Are you trying to run away from us?" "N... no. I... I... Wa-Was... G.. G.. Going..." They laughed "By the time you finish that sentence it'll be summer break. You know what? I don't care where you were going. Hand it over" She flinched even though they hadn't touched her. "I... Wha... What ab-about... Me?" "What about you?" "I... If... I... I.. Give...you... The mo-money, wh...what... Will I... " "Hand it over and stop stuttering you idiot" the older one snapped. When she didn't make a move to give them the money, they grabbed her bag and dumped everything on the ground then proceeded to kick all her things around, searching for her lunch money. She knew they wouldn't find anything. After being in that school for over a month, she was tired of being bullied. The older girls took her lunch money every day claiming she didn't need to eat since

The weather was chilly even though the sun was out. But then again, that wasn't anything new. In England, it was always one of two things. Either it was extremely hot or cold. There was no average weather. It could be sunny in the morning and by midday the rain would be falling without any warning. TC didn't mind it. After spending months in an underground classified location, he was okay with anything he got. He'd been chasing the Petrovs for years without any progress. It was frustrating every time he came up empty. He'd gather information and evidence, only for it to be inconsequential after he'd taken it to his superiors. Honestly, he had been ready to give up and admit defeat, but then they'd contacted Max Carter wanting to do business with him. That one small mistake had cost them dearly. It had led him straight to them and he hadn't hesitated in taking them out. He would be lying if he said he didn't feel some kind of satisfaction when he pulled the trigger and kill

Max let himself back in the house quietly so he wouldn't wake Emilia or Gaby. He'd gone for a morning run, something he'd been doing for the past two weeks. Emilia had put him on a strict diet and insisted he go back to working out, telling him that he needed to go back to the person she'd married. Funny, because she'd married a young man who was dumb enough to let her go because his pride wouldn't let him go after her. He had told her that but she'd said that wasn't the point. She wanted him to go back to being the strong and healthy man she knew. He hadn't realized how he'd let himself go until she pointed it out to him. Now that he could actually think straight, he understood why Preston and Mel were worried. He had been consumed with so much pain and loneliness that he couldn't see anything past that. He'd heavily relied on alcohol to numb him and it showed. But that was over now, wasn't it? He had his wife back. Well, not really. There hadn't been any intimacy between