All Chapters of EX-HUSBAND’S LAST CHANCE AT LOVE: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

ISABELLA’S POVEven though the incident happened the night before, I still couldn't get my mind off it as I sat in the office. It was the second auction, and I tried to think straight. After this, I had three more to go, and then I would return to France. The term for this auction was love. Drawings that reflected love. Trust me, I had stayed on a painting for about a week, yet I still felt it wasn't conveying enough. Maybe because I had no idea what love felt like anymore. However, I was glad many paintings were present, drawn by artists wide and near. Everyone was busy with the setup, and my boss wouldn't stop calling to ask how it was going. Soon, the message was in the back of my mind.Not until I saw him sitting in the auction room, too. Alaric. His eyes caught mine for a second, and I uncomfortably looked away. To think I had believed he wouldn't come back. I had thought the first time we met had to be an accident. I tried to pay full attention as each painting was called and

ISABELLA’S POVI was still sitting in my office when the auction’s manager dashed in at high speed. Angel had left minutes ago after bombarding me with questions on who Alaric really was. She found him way too attractive to resist and even when I avoided every one of her talk about my ex-husband, I could still feel my blood foaming. I no longer loved Alaric but I also didn't fancy hearing someone gush over him in that manner. Luckily I was able to get her to eventually focus on the auction, and how she needed to create more masterpiece for sale.“Miss!! We have a problem.” He was panting hard with fear written all over his face. I pressed my thumb against my head. “What is the issue, Mr Grave?” “A client…someone outside claims our paintings are fake. She is screaming and the others are scared, Miss. You need to attend to this please.”My pain rose and my heart started to pound. Not because the paintings were really fake but because a little lie like this might ruin our reputation.

ISABELLA’S POVI was drowning in a pile of work. The boss wouldn't stop calling me after the fake painting rumour. He had informed me that most clients called him complaining and now I had to call them one after another to clear the air. To inform them that my sister was only throwing a tantrum that my parents could have stopped when we were growing up.Well I didn't put it that way. I just had to explain that it was Valeria’s misunderstanding and nothing more. I even volunteered to have their paintings checked by an expert.“You hid the fact that you were married, Miss Isabella. I am sure you had your reasons but please keep your personal life away from your business life.” He paused. I could hear him fiddling with something on the other side of the call. “I’m turning a blind eye because you have sacrificed a lot for this company. Don’t let it repeat itself.” He had said before hanging up, and all I could do was stare into the empty space in front of me. After my confrontation with

ISABELLA’S POVTheir smiling faces were engraved in my mind. Their voices echoed in my head, and every single time my heart would thud. I couldn't stop crying because I knew how much death took from people. I guess at least glad that the lady who had attended to me at the hotel’s lobby didn't judge me for walking around looking like this. Puffy eyes. Scattered hair. Running nose. It was at this point that I realized I had a pair of slippers on. It looked bigger than my size, and that only meant it was his. There were cream colored slides and they felt so comfy.Now I have to return this. Good, another reason to see him again.I rolled my eyes, threw my hands in the air, and smiled. I was standing inside my hotel room, thinking of the best thing to do as I hadn't even come with clean clothes. That meant I had to sleep in a robe or naked.Overwhelmed with everything, my legs gave in, and I cuddled myself, for once I craved the comfort being in Alaric’s arms earlier today had given me.

ISABELLA’S POVI let out a scream before the white box fell to the floor. There was a toy in it with its eyes gouged out. The inside text read, ‘He is not who he seems to be.’ “I knew it. I knew there were more to your so called ex-husband. He is a Wolfe after all, and trust me I have heard a lot about the horrible things they do to people.” Mireille threw her arms in the air as she spoke, and I could tell she was pissed. For someone who was giggling some minutes ago, she sure had a weird personality. My heart was racing fast at the thought of who sent it and why. Fear crawled all over me, because now I feared someone was out to get me.But who?“In fact I am calling the lawyer right now, and we are going to court tomorrow.” She announced and pulled her phone out. I quickly stopped her from dialling his number and I watched her slowly raise her head to look at me. “What’s….”“I…Ummm.” I cleared my throat. “I think we should focus on ummmm more important things for now, and ummmm yo