Todos los capítulos de Ex-Wife's Rise From Betrayal: Doing Ex-Husband Over : Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Mirabella “What?” I cracked. “No, of course not. I do not even know who that is. Everything about Ethan and me is purely business, Cole. You have to believe me.” I lied through my teeth. I said it before I could stop myself. It did not even make sense now that I think about it. Cole snorted and continued on the road as if I had said nothing at all, the silence eating me whole. We pulled into the driveway of our home, and now that I thought about it, I was more afraid of walking through that front door than I had ever been before. My fingers curled around the paper bag in my lap, my knuckles white and my heart even whiter as Cole exited first. He went around the car and opened my door, standing there as he waited for me to emerge. Alighting, I trailed behind him into the house. Cole walked into our bedroom and I followed. He did not say anything until he sat on the edge of the bed with his elbows on his knees, his hands clasped together like he was trying to pray but did not know ho

Mirabella The mansion loomed before me. Each step I took toward the entrance felt like wading through memories, some cherished, others I wished I could forget. The day I discovered Ethan's betrayal replayed vividly in my mind: the echoing moans from the bedroom, the scent of Sienna’s perfume, mocking laughter, and the shattering of my world as I stood frozen at the doorway, watching Ethan with my own sister. God. My heart broke again, as if it were happening all over, and I almost lost my breath. I hesitated at the threshold, my hand hovering shakily over the doorbell, reminding myself I was only here because of Theo and nothing more. Before I could press it, the door creaked open, revealing Ethan. His appearance startled me. Gone was the confident man I once knew. In his place stood someone hollowed out, eyes sunken and red rimmed, skin pallid. I steadied myself, determined to stay strong for myself and for Theo. I could not let myself think the worst of his situation; I did not

Mirabella “That is fake,” I cried after forcing myself to glimpse what Cole had sent. “It is edited, it is... Ethan, he is trying to destroy us, Cole, do you not see it? Ethan has been obsessed with ruining me ever since the mar… everything. Ever since I crossed paths with him.” I cut that part off before I could do more damage. “He is capable of anything. He could have... he probably recorded old someone else's audio or stitched things together. Please, baby, you have to believe me.” “Stop.” His voice was hoarse and commanding. “No, no, listen to me. You have to listen to me, Cole, please!” I sobbed. “He manipulated me. He caught me at my lowest. I was drunk. I... I did not mean for anything to happen. I did not even know where I was at first.” “But it happened,” he deadpanned. “You could have said no, you know,” Cole whispered. “You always said no to me. Whenever you were not in the mood, you did not let me touch you.” “I am sorry,” I murmured. Because that was the only thing I

016 Mirabella After I ended the call with Sienna, I called Cole. "Lena, don’t," was his only response. It sounded as if he hated me now. I wanted to let him know how sorry I was. I wanted to be honest with him and start everything over, not because the walls were closing in on me, but because I truly love him. Even though he did not hang up on me just yet, all that came out of my mouth was a whisper. "Can we talk? Please come back to me, Cole. I love you, and you love me too.” When he heard that, he disconnected the call, the dial tone echoing in my head. He hates me now. I sent him messages and confessed everything about Theo because, truly, I needed his help. Only Cole could save me now. Even though I received no response, I saw he had read each one of them minutes after I sent them, so I went into the court hearing for my son with a fragment of hope. Cole was coming to save me. *** The courthouse smelled of wood, metal, and floor polish. I was not sure if that was its natura

018 Mirabella I did not need a pigeon to flap around chirping to figure out the message Richard was delivering. This was not even his first threat, just the first time he actually might mean it. “I will make sure Cole does not recover from this,” he said, each word cold and slow, like a bullet slipping into a chamber. “I will make sure you never get near him again. I will ensure your son is raised far from your shadow, and you will live the rest of your life choking on every one of your sins and regrets.” I did not flinch to show him weakness, but my hand curled beneath the table, pressing against a belly that had not yet begun to show. “No, you won’t,” I said calmly. “Cole is my fiancé. And I am carrying his child. I am pregnant with your son’s baby, Richard.” I let him stew on that. Just because he had wealth, power, and a contact list that could end nations did not mean he could stomp through my life and call the shots. I would not let him. Not when I had already lost so much