All Chapters of Traded For His First Love : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Reese POVI was seething with rage. My fingers gripped the steering wheel with white-knuckled intensity as I drove toward Jennifer’s mansion, the engine’s hum a faint backdrop to the fury pounding in my chest. Alice, in the passenger seat, listened intently as I recounted the latest outrage, her jaw clenched, her hands balled into fists in her lap.“She showed up out of nowhere, Alice! Acting like some concerned mother, trying to fill Sammy’s head with lies. Can you believe this?”Alice huffed, her eyes flashing with anger. “Oh, she’s going to pay for this. I swear it.”My breathing was heavy, uneven, my heart hammering against my ribs. I knew Jennifer wouldn’t stop until she got what she wanted—she always came back to wreak havoc. But today? Today, I was going to put an end to it.We pulled into the parking lot of Jennifer’s building, a nondescript mid-rise with a sterile, gray facade that seemed to mirror the coldness of her soul. I stepped out of the car like a storm, my footsteps

Reese POVAlice’s laughter erupted beside me, so loud I could barely keep my hands steady on the steering wheel, my fingers trembling not from fear or nerves, but from pure, unbridled adrenaline.“Did you see that bitch’s face?” Alice choked out between giggles, slapping her thigh with delight. “Haha, it was so satisfying when you slapped her! I swear, Venus, I’ve never felt anything so gratifying in my life!”My hands remained tense on the wheel, my knuckles white from the force of my grip, the adrenaline still coursing through me like wildfire. My heart pounded in my chest, each beat thundering like a drum, resonating with the rush of what we’d just done. But despite the tension, I couldn’t deny it… this had been cathartic. As if years of pent-up rage, frustration, and hatred had finally found an outlet, exploding at that moment of raw defiance.“I’m still trying to process all of this,” I murmured, letting out a shaky laugh, half-convincing myself that everything was okay. “My God

Reese POVI stood at the window of my bedroom, holding a glass of red wine, the deep crimson liquid glinting under the moonlight filtering through the curtains. The distant hum of the city was a faint murmur, but my thoughts were fixed on the path that had brought me here. The battles, the losses, the victories—I was close to winning.A soft creak made me turn, and Avie, my daughter, ran in, dressed in a pastel nightgown, her blonde curls bouncing. She climbed into my lap, hugging my neck, instantly bringing peace.“Mommy, can we read a story?” she asked, her voice sleepy.“Of course, sweetheart,” I replied, smiling as I carried her to the bed, grabbing a book about dinosaurs—Sammy’s favorite. I imagined the day he and Avie would meet, laughing together in this room.Flashback on: Three Years AgoThree years ago, pregnant, I stepped into a new apartment in the city, the empty space echoing my loneliness. I stood at the window, looking out, my heart heavy after divorcing Elliot and los

Bethany POV“Lady Venus is a beautiful and very interesting woman, but she really isn’t my type,” Josh said, “so stop hating her to ease your frustration over me not responding to you, okay? Besides, you’re so pretty—stop being so bitter, it doesn’t suit you.” He pinched my cheek in a gesture that was anything but romantic, then reached for my door handle. “Now get out of the car, come on. It’s getting late.”But I pulled the door shut, closing it firmly, and looked at him with my nose tilted upward. “What?” He was confused by my defiance.“I already said, I’m not getting out of here unless you’re with me,” I repeated. “Or would you rather take me to your place? I’ll take any place as long as we’re together.”“You’re not seriously doing this, Bethany, are you? You’re not challenging me like this, are you?” he raged, his brow furrowed. There was danger in his green eyes, but I wasn’t afraid. What more could happen? I was already in deep trouble anyway.“If Lady Venus isn’t your type,

Venus POVThis felt like a dream—watching my two children, Sammy and Avie, communicating for the first time, their small voices filling the living room with chatter about dinosaurs. Sammy’s excitement over his T-Rex book, Avie’s timid but growing curiosity about the big, scary ones—I could barely breathe, my heart swelling with a joy I’d held onto for years, buried under the pain of loss and Jennifer’s lies. It was as if the fractured pieces of my family were finally stitching together, and I stood there, frozen, soaking in the miracle of it all.Sammy sat cross-legged on the carpet, his dinosaur-themed sneakers glowing against the soft rug, holding up a plastic T-Rex figurine for Avie to see. “This one’s the strongest, but I think the Velociraptor’s smarter,” he said, his voice bubbling with enthusiasm, the uncertainty left by Jennifer’s manipulations melting away.Avie, still clutching her favorite stuffed bunny, peeked from behind the couch, her blonde curls bouncing as she edged