All Chapters of EX-HUSBAND’S LAST CHANCE AT LOVE: Chapter 61 - Chapter 65

ISABELLA’S POVMy ringtone sliced through my sleep, and I grunted, my eyes still closed, as I searched the bed for my phone. Alaric’s arms were still wrapped around me.“Hello,” I said sleepily.“There is a problem, Miss Isabella. All the paintings are missing.” I heard the CEO’s voice penetrate the air, and I sat up in a startle.My heart started racing.“What do you mean, sir?” I asked, my hands shaking.“All the clients called. The paintings they got at the last auction were all stolen. Somehow, someone broke into their homes and went away with them. Three of them who tried to fight back are in the hospital. They are accusing the company of scamming them. You need to figure out what is going on, Isabella.” He sounded annoyed.I gulped down a lump of saliva in shock, and even after the call ended, I was still staring blankly at the space.How? How the hell was that possible?In a second, I dashed from the bed and straight into the restroom. I tried to be as fast as possible, and soo

THIRD PERSON’S POVHe was tied up and dropped in a small wooden box, twice his age. Alaric was crying, yelling and pleading for mercy. The box opened, and a strong arm reached in. He tapped his mouth before grabbing his neck.“Die!!!” The voice yelled, and he gasped to reality with a scream. His heart was pounding so fast. His eyes darted round the familiar room, and it dawned on him that he wasn't seven anymore. He was 30 now. He was breathing so heavily while holding onto a small palm that he looked beside him only to see her resting her head on the edge of his bed. A slightly wet towel was now on his lap. His head was starting to ache, and he knew the best way to cure it with alcohol, just like always. This was a nightmare he thought he had overcome. Slowly, he carried her and put her on the bed; after covering her small frame with the duvet, he headed downstairs. She was still putting on the outfit from yesterday. Dragging in the air with every step he took.He poured himself s

ISABELLA’S POVIn the blink of an eye, ten days had passed. Days filled with laughter, love, unending compassion, and many dramas. The paintings were retrieved, and my name cleared. I even got an apology from the CEO.I also learnt about Alaric’s love for slow music and his carefree side. Knowing how much sacrifice he would make for me was almost amazing. Alaric was my light on the rough, dark road. He was the only one who truly believed in me and fought for me during those times. Seeing how love could really change someone like Alaric into who he was now was remarkable. But I didn't blame him for how he became; his father was nothing but a monster, and he had grown up believing he had to be that way, too. My heart ached terribly as I stood in line, a ticket in hand and my suitcase in another. Alaric had left to attend to some work emergency. A dark cloud loomed over my heart as I wished I could stretch the day longer than 24 hours to spend more time with him. I had branched Mireille