Lahat ng Kabanata ng ENTANGLED WITH MY CONTRACTED HUSBAND : Kabanata 201 - Kabanata 210

“By the way, I talked to the location manager. We’re going with the country club. It’s classy and neighborhood, so it’s perfect.” Alexis rectified. “Wait... I thought we were still considering the garden setting? I preferred how open it felt.” “Too much hassle,” he replied without looking up. “And it’s costly. We don’t need all that.” “But—” she began, at that point ceased. Matthew at last looked at her, a shadow of restlessness crossing his confront. “What?” Alexis wavered. “I just... I really liked the plant. It was the first place we looked at, keep in mind? It felt special.” Matthew gave a tight-lipped smile, the kind that didn’t reach his eyes. “Lex, you’re aswell wistful. The country club is better for everybody. Believe me.” She forced a grin, but inside, her dissatisfaction stewed. “Right. Sure.” The conversation finished there, because it regularly did. He continuously had a way of brushing past her concerns with the ease of a wave slamming over a little pebble, sweep

"And you’re telling me this because...?" Haven inquired, more brutal than he expected. "I thought you’d need to know." Fiona’s voice relaxed. "See, I know what she did to you was unforgivable. I’m not saying you ought to care or get involved. I just thought you deserved to hear the truth, especially since Alexis won’t listen to anybody." Haven leaned back, breathing out gradually. His mind whirled with everything Fiona had just told him. The thought of Matthew abusing Alexis was like a chip in his brain, small but outlandish to disregard. And however, what was he supposed to do with this information? "How do you even know all this?" he asked after a minute. Fiona moaned. "A friend of mine saw them arguing at a restaurant many evenings prior. Matthew called her names, real terrible stuff. And Alexis just took it, didn’t say a word. It’s not the first time either. I’ve been hearing things for a while now. I just... I thought you ought to know."Haven clenched his jaw, trying to keep

Haven flipped the envelope open and skimmed the contents. There were screenshots of messages, Matthew sweet-talking Claire and after that turning cold when she addressed his thought processes. Receipts appeared obligations he’d wracked up in her name. One report, in specific, stood out: an e-mail from an ex-business accomplice, warning Claire that Matthew had cheated him out of a noteworthy sum of cash before vanishing. Haven’s stomach churned as he digested the information. It wasn’t just that Matthew had stolen his wife, he was dangerous, a man with a design of control and betrayal. “Why are you telling me all this?” Haven asked, his voice harsh with limited outrage. “Why now?” Claire moaned, rubbing her chin. “Because I found out what he did to you, and I couldn’t just remain quiet. When I heard he got along with your spouse, something in me snapped. I know the signs. The way he love-bombs people, makes them feel like they’re the center of the universe, only to drag the mat out f

Each conceivable result felt like a punch to the intestine. If he told her, there’d be an aftermath. If he stayed calm, there’d still be an aftermath. Either way, he was caught in the centre. The phone buzzed abruptly, jarring him from his thoughts. His heart skipped a beat, and for a part moment, he thought it was Alexis calling him. But when he glanced at the screen, it was just a notification about the climate. He jeered and tossed the phone aside, irritated at himself for trusting. He stood up once more, running his hands over his short-cropped hair. Perhaps he just required a new air, a chance to clear his head. He grabbed his coat and headed toward the door, but midway there, he stopped. What if he ran into Alexis by mistake? Could he even look her in the eye without giving something away? He shook his head and sat back down, baffled with how caught he felt. “Come on, haven Think.” His voice was low, frantic. He ran through the conceivable outcomes once more, weighing the go

He stood unexpectedly, as if moving would keep the memories at bay. But they took after him, clinging to him like a shadow he couldn’t beat. He snatched his coat from the back of the chair and pushed his arms into the sleeves, heading for the door. Possibly if he strolled, if he kept moving, he could surpass the hurt that chewed at his internal parts. But when he opened the door and ventured into the passage, he delayed. It was down-pouring harder now, the drops slapping against the asphalt underneath. The kind of rain Vanessa would’ve loved. He could almost hear her voice in his ear, perky and light: “Come on, baby, just one move in the rain.” He shook his head and walked back inside, closing the door behind him with a soft touch. There was no use going out there. No use chasing apparitions. He inclined against the door, his eyes closed, listening to the rain pound against the windows. It was bizarre how something as straightforward as rain might bring back so many memories, how it