All Chapters of EX-HUSBAND’S LAST CHANCE AT LOVE: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

ISABELLA’S POV“Do you have to go?” I questioned as I held onto her palms while staring into her eyes. We're standing in the middle of the airport. Mireille was dressed in a blue fur jacket and white romper. Her hair was packed in a ponytail, and she had a tinge of sadness behind those eyes. I could tell that she was just as heartbroken as I was. “You still haven't told me why you must leave so fast. Did something happen? What was that all about? Did someone die? What is going on, Mireille?” I rained questions at her, and worry was eating me up.She squeezed my palm gently and cleared her throat. “It's nothing serious, Isa. I'll call you once I get there, I promise. I have to go back for a short while. I'll be back for you. You know you are my best friend, my cupcake.”I held back the tears that stung my eyes. “I know. It’s just... I'm so worried, Mireille. You're not saying anything to help the matter. What happened? Why are you going back? When are you coming back? I don't know, Mir

ISABELLA’S POVHe stared at me softly. “The safe word is stop. Remember to say it when need be.” He said tenderly as though I was an egg that could crack.I nodded in response, then produced a moan as I squeezed my breast. I could feel his jealousy boiling. “I want just my hands on you, little bun.” “Really? I don't see them anywhere.” I teased, and he grunted as he got in bed.Kneeling between my thighs, he slapped his cock against my cock before sliding in, his left palm around my neck. My vision blurred as he banged me hard. I was running out of breath, yet I refused to say the safe word.My moans echoed through the room as my body shot with pleasure. It felt like paradise, yet with some pain. Just the right balance I needed. He seemed to sense my vision going off because he let go of my neck and looked at me warmly.“Fuck! Did I hurt you?” The fear in his voice.“I’m not a child, Alaric. I am a woman, so pound me like one.” I snapped, annoyed that he ruined everything. The vibra

ISABELLA’S POVThe day of the auction slowly rolled in, and even though my life was a wrecking ball, I managed to hold it together. But I had to admit I was zoning in and out multiple times. I had a dream concerning Mireille overnight. In the dream, she was begging for help, blood all over her.I sighed again and dragged my mind back to the bidding. The theme of it was beauty. Luckily, I managed to source the best of all the paintings. I had painted an image of Mireille; she was the only one who knew the meaning of beauty. Her eyes glowed up genuinely every time I succeeded with work. Her smile seemed to light up every dark room in the house. Her words uplifted my soul, and she loved me unconditionally. As the time ticked, I tapped my feet against the floor, waiting for it to end, but it seemed to stretch more. I hadn't seen Alaric all morning, and more weird thoughts ran through my mind. “The boss is here, ma’am.” A female staff whispered against my ear, and I startled a little bef

THIRD PERSON’S POVHer heart thumped loudly against her ribcage, her fingers were trembling, and she felt a cold spine run through her veins. “Stay right there,” Alaric ordered before shoving the door open and running to the street. He had parked the car in a safe place, but she could barely make anything out as blood rushed to her ears.He knew the homeless man had to be involved. He was conversant with how things like this worked. A surge of adrenaline ran through him as he stormed into the streets. His eyes moved over the countless people. He could still remember what the homeless man was dressed in and what he looked like. Sweat broke across his face as he stepped into people’s faces to check if the homeless man had changed into another outfit. He had read too many crime books to know how this works while growing up. Finally, he caught sight of the tattered black hoodie. He grabbed him by the shoulder with renewed hope and flipped him around.“Ouch, you're hurting me, " a femal

ISABELLA’S POVI had taken forever to snap out of the phase while Alaric spoke with the two police officers. Different scenarios had played out in my head. Mireille had always seemed so happy and carefree that I never thought she could hide something. She shared everything with me about how her first sex went. How sex with her new man was. How engagement was planned out. Everything except the important details.Who was the savior? I could barely determine what they were saying, but I knew he handed them what we had gotten from her house and the car. One of the police officers had said something about us taking a big risk and suggested that we stay put until we got the news. I had yet to tell Alaric I had gotten a package back in Alabama. I doubted that it mattered anymore. “We will get back to you, Mr Wolfe.” He said before flashing him a smile. Alaric hummed thanks while I laid my head between my palms, trying to solve the mystery.What clue were we missing? I thought as I tried