All Chapters of ENTANGLED WITH MY CONTRACTED HUSBAND : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

His marriage to Alexis had continuously been great, but this minute right now was digging up questions and questions he didn’t know how to reply. Could Vanessa truly be telling the truth? "Haven." Vanessa’s voice was soft, arguing. "I need you, just for a couple of days while I recoup. I don’t have anybody else." When Haven at last came home that night, Alexis was waiting for him in the living room, her arms crossed firmly over her chest. The minute she saw him, she stood up, her face pale and strained. "Well?" Alexis requested. "What did she say?" "She’s hurt, Alexis. Her lower leg is sprained, and the doctor said it could’ve been more awful if she’d landed in an unexpected way.""That’s not what I implied, Haven," Alexis snapped. "Did she say anything else? Is she still accusing me?" Haven’s quiet was quick enough. Alexis tossed her hands up in scepticism. "I can’t believe you! You’re really believing her?" "I’m not saying I believe her," Haven answered, his voice rigid with

Alexis looked at his face, her lips squeezed into a lean line. She needed to accept him. She needed to accept that things may go back to how they were some time ago. But part of her was still afraid…. afraid that this was just the starting of something that might break them. “I don’t know in case I can just believe that,” Alexis said unobtrusively. “I need more than words, Haven.” Haven nodded gradually, pressing her hands. “I know. I’ll show it to you. I’ll make this right.” Alexis looked down at their interlaced hands, her heart throbbing with the weight of everything that had happened. She needed to believe him, to believe that they may settle this. But she moreover knew that it wouldn’t be simple. It wouldn’t be settled overnight.“Okay,” she whispered, her voice faltering. “But don’t make promises you can’t keep.” Haven lifted her hands to his lips, kissing her knuckles softly. “I won’t. I swear.” Alexis closed her eyes, feeling the warmth of his touch, the truthfulness in his

Haven stood at the front door of his home, his hand resting on the door handle for longer than required. His heart was overwhelming with the encounter that anticipated him. He knew Alexis, his wife, would be angry. The occurrence with Vanessa—his ex-girlfriend—had been an outright catastrophe. He reviled beneath his breath for indeed permitting the circumstance to rise the way it did. When the door squeaked open, Alexis was sitting on the living room couch, her face rigid and her eyes red from crying. The quiet of the house was onerous. The pressure in the air was discernible, and Haven's stomach churned as he closed the door behind him. "Alexis," he started, his voice scarcely over a whisper. "I can explain." Alexis didn't react at the beginning, her eyes penetrating through him like blades. She had each reason to be angry, hurt, but there was a glint of something else in her look. Disillusionment, perhaps, or a deep-rooted disloyalty that made Haven's internal parts bend with blame

Haven returned home afterward that evening, his suit thrown over his shoulder, his face tired from a long day at the office. He entered the fantastic living room, expecting the regular, a quiet house, maybe a respectful welcoming from Alexis, who had become growing distant recently. But this evening, there was an odd pressure in the air. Alexis was holding up for him within the living room, sitting on the sofa with her legs crossed, a see of frigid composure on her face. Her dark dress gleamed beneath the soft lighting, and her pose was unnervingly calm. "Hello, darling," Haven said, extricating his tie. "Long day?" Alexis didn’t react instantly. She let the quiet extend, watching how the weakness from his day crawled over his face. His highlights, once so alluring to her, presently appeared outside, just like the mask of a man she did not recognize. “We got to talk,” Alexis at last said, her voice unfaltering.Haven froze, knowing from the tone in her voice that this wasn’t going

“That’s precisely why I’m calling,” Alexis answered, her tone sharp. “Because I’m done with Haven. And I know you need payback just as much as I do.” Another pause. This time, it extended on long enough for Alexis to wonder in case he had hung up. But at that point, she listened to a delicate breath out. “Where?” They met at a calm restaurant on the outskirts of the city. It was the kind of place where the lights were dim, and no one asked questions, best for this kind of discussion. Alexis arrived to begin with, sliding into a booth at the distant conclusion of the room. She requested a drink but scarcely touched it, her eyes settled on the door. At long last, after what felt like forever, Matthew strolled in. He looked rough, older than she recollected, his facelined with a long time of push and disappointment. His once sharp suit was presently a bit frayed, the shoes scraped, but there was still a glint of something perilous in his eyes. He drew closer to the table gradually, h