All Chapters of EX-HUSBAND’S LAST CHANCE AT LOVE: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

ISABELLA’S POVMireille was hitting him in the chest now, and pulling his hair as she screamed. “Someone stop this crazy woman,” Alaric yelled while trying to get her off him, but her grip was too tight.“You brat! How dare you show your face in front of her again? How dare you come here after everything you have done. You animal!” She was running out of breath.I was trying to pull her away too but all to no avail. Enzo stepped in, and picked her up with one of arm. I watched as she wiggled her legs in the air, and I sighed. The staffs were staring now. He put her down and she launched forward again but he caught her in time.“Get the fuck away from her! All you do is hurt her. You do not deserve her!” I was moved to tears by the level of her love. Alaric dragged in air, and ran his fingers through his hair.“You know what, fuck everything.” He mumbled in a low tone and stormed towards her. “I know that you do not like me and I don't blame you. There are times that I do not like my

ISABELLA’S POV“He isn't so bad, Mireille.” I defended and watched her stop peeling the oranges. After the swim that night, I had turned up sick due to the cold, but somehow it was the best memory I had, yet. I couldn't remember the last time I had that much fun. Mireille, however, stayed up all night to ensure I lived.“Well, I was scared you were going to die from the cold. Did he force you to swim?” She arched her brow.“No, I wanted to. I wanted to take the dive.” I assured, and she sighed before walking over and settling on the spare seat, in front of me. We were currently in my office.“You almost died months ago, Isa. You know everything he made you go through.” There was concern in her tone. “And he is trying to make up for it.” I reminded and inhaled deeply. “I’m not saying he is a saint. I’m just saying he is trying to change, Mireille. He is different now. I think.” Mireille threw her arms in the air. She was clearly shocked. “You think? Thoughts are not something you mak

THIRD PERSON’S POVShe was still holding Alaric’s arm tightly, and now he laid in bed beside her. If this was what it took to make her sleep well then he was ready to offer his night. His heart was beating so fast. He was so nervous and his body shook with emotions, and passion. His breathing had gotten unstable. Being so close to her melted his brain into jelly paste. As his eyes trailed her hair that now settled on the bed and few strands were on my cloth, he couldn't help but feel the urge to cuddle her, feel her warmth and know what she smelled like.He could hear the sound of the clock and that of his own heartbeat. He heard her sigh again then she rolled over, her breath landing on his face and his breath seized.Her lips were full and her lipgloss smeared. Her nose was pretty, and it had a lipstain on it. She seemed to be sleeping peacefully now and it made him wonder what bad dream she had. With his trembling thumb, he wiped it gently and her eyes shot open causing him to fre

ISABELLA’S POVIt had been close to thirty minutes since we almost had sex. I was less sore now, but somehow, I felt this tiny loneliness deep down. I snuggled against the pillow, and for a second, it didn’t seem like I had left months ago. My scent was still everywhere. The auction crossed my mind, and I pulled out my phone from my bag on the far side of the bed. I had multiple messages and calls. Some were from Mireille and Enzo, and they were from before I got here. My secretary’s own, I typed a detailed order before closing it and placing my phone on the wooden drawer. The thought that I had just two auctions to go crossed my mind, and I felt a little unsettled at the thought that I was leaving now that everything seemed too good to be true. It wasn’t entirely up to me. I had work to do in Florida. I had a dream. A career. I had Mireille. Mireille had her man, and aside from the fact that I loved it there, this town held a long trail of emotions.There was a soft knock on the doo

ALARIC’S POV“Good morning, Liam. How do you do today?” I let out delightfully and watched him scrutinise me. “Fine, sir.” He responded, his voice quivering, and I laughed hard, my palm on his shoulder. Liam was one of my staff members on the first floor, a brilliant one at that, and this was the first time we had a conversation.“Oh, Liam!” However, he didn't say a word as he stiffened and quickly stepped out of the elevator on the second floor. This was the third person reacting this way today, and I seriously couldn’t understand why.Was it that they feared me? Or was it something I said?I didn't get to think about it for long because soon, Isabella crossed my mind again. She was lying in her bed, hair down, and with no undies on. My cheeks hurt from how giddy I was to know my wife was finally home. We were finally working something out.I could feel excitement bubble through me, giving me renewed energy. The door dinged open on the third floor, and I dragged in some fresh air a