Lahat ng Kabanata ng His Regret: I Am Untouchable Now: Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

QUINNI knew something was wrong the moment Joe called me. His voice sounded different.The Joe I knew possessed a calm and controlled voice. This one sounded dangerous.“The doctor is dead.”The words slammed into me. For a second, the world seemed to tilt. “What?”“Yes.” Joe’s voice dropped. “He got him.”My fingers tightened around the phone. “Who?”“Stones.”A cold sensation crawled up to my spine. The doctor had survived Seraphina. He had survived the accident. He had survived long enough to tell us the truth. And now he was dead?“Just like that?” I was close to tears. “How did it happen? What happened to the guards?”“Apparently, he entered through the half fence and the exit.” He paused. “He left a message.”My throat tightened. “What message?”Joe exhaled. “Some Truths Kill.”“What?”“That was the message. Written on a neatly folded card.”My head spun as fear settled deep into my bones. I had spent days preparing to go after him. Stones didn't wait. He struck first.“So, wh

SERAPHINAA cold, painful sensation under my thighs woke me up.The cramp twisted through my stomach violently, forcing the air in my lungs still. I groaned and rolled onto my side, holding my stomach.My hand slid beneath me as I felt it. Warm, wet and thick. Another cramp tore through my stomach. Fear exploded inside me."No..."My breathing turned shallow as I slowly pulled my hand back into view. Blood. For a second, my mind refused to process what my eyes were seeing. No. No. Not blood. Not now. Trembling, I threw back the blanket. Red stains spread across the sheets. My heart dropped straight into my stomach."It can't be."The words sounded weak even to me. Because deep down, I already knew. I let out a scream and stumbled out of bed. The pains pierced through me, but I pushed through. Blood ran down my legs heavily, staining the ground with each step I took from the bedroom to the bathroom.“God, please. Not my baby! Not my baby, please!”I grabbed my phone with trembling han

JASPERI woke up to Quinn again. But not physically, not even her voice. Just her name ringing in my head repeatedly.The television didn’t help things either. The morning news carried her face, photo, story and name. Making healing more difficult for me.Life comes at us so fast. This same Quinn was married to me. Throughout our years of marriage, her name was never mentioned anywhere. But immediately what we shared spoiled, she became the person everybody wanted.I got out of bed and dropped to the floor. Ten push-ups. Twenty. Thirty. My muscles burned. My heart didn't. Nothing helped anymore.I sat on the edge of the bed and looked at Quinn's face on the television screen. Months ago, I wanted distance from her. Now, she was everywhere. The news, social media, every conversation and thought.And the worst part was that I clung to every second of it. Because seeing Quinn meant she was still out there, alive and fighting. Existing in a world that no longer had room for me.I stood up

SERAPHINA>We Need To TalkI stared at the phone screen, which had gone dark now. The words remained in my head even without seeing them anymore.They remained the same. Cold, simple and terrifying. All of a sudden, I was now scared of meeting Quinn.The same Quinn, whom I would see her message and laugh out loud, ignore and delete it like nothing.Memories of that night snapped. Jasper in my arms, sleeping on my chest and playing with my breasts even on his 3rd marriage anniversary night with Quinn.I could still remember him saying:“I will never leave you for anything. You make me complete.”That night, before leaving for home, we had sex at different corners of the room. The ecstasy and hunger for our bodies never left us once.I can remember how he turned me at the kitchen counter that night. His heavy thickness slid into me, making me gasp as soft moans escaped from my throat.The way his hands moved around my body, slapping my breast together. Dipping fingers into me while stil

QUINNThe sensible thing to do should have been to leave for good.I should have gotten into my car, walked away and not looked back. Seraphina’s tears and fears shouldn’t have touched me. But somehow, her words still managed to live rent-free in my head for minutes.This was the problem with me. I always showed mercy, even to my enemies.“...I don’t need your help.”Those words rang again in my head. Damn it! I matched the brakes roughly, and the tire screeched.“Careful, ma’am!”A driver who followed behind waved from the window. I looked through the rear view, trying to decide whether to turn back or not.I still believed I could talk Seraphina into cooperation. I knew her so well to know when ego and pride were talking for her and when she deeply meant her words.“She needs me.”I muttered as I reversed the car and turned back. The drive back was slower than the last. I really hoped I made a good decision turning back.Moments later, I was back. The house was very quiet. The front