Divorced Ex-Luna Returns With Triplets
Chapter 108

Amanda'S

POV

I have been walking on egg shells since I returned to the pack house. I could not do anything without thinking I was being watched. Either by the people after me or Nathaniel himself. Something in my guts was telling that he didn't believe me yet I didn't want to think like that. I lied so well. He would not be able to detect it even if he tried to.

And as for Martins, I have been avoiding him. I didn't even bother to check if he was okay or not. I just ignored him which was not good. I know. He would have figured out that I already knew by now. He should.

He knew he was dangerous but after what I saw, he was danger himself. Maybe I should tell Nathaniel what I knew. No, I cannot do that. He would find out that everything I did was a sham. I cannot be embarrassed like that. I didn't want to see the look of disappointment on his face like I did the first time we had announced our relationship. I didn't want to prove his suspicions correct.

I was a lady and I could handle myself by myself. I didn't need any man to do that for me. A child's squeal brought me back my attention to reality and my brows etched closer. Do we have kids now in the pack house? Since when?

I didn't bother to check it out because I didn't care. A feeling gnawed at me that I should but I shook it off. I had better things to think of than to see whose kid that was. Later that night, it was time for dinner and when I stepped out, even though I usually had my dinner in my room. I stopped using the dining table since Nathaniel would not come.

I noticed how full the table was. Did we have visitors?

Nathaniel didn't tell me that we were going to have visitors. I thought he said that he was not going to allow any outsiders into the pack. Just as I turned to go look for him, Maurene appeared before me with not one but three kids that looked resembled Nathaniel like they were cut from the same cloth.

My mouth went agape as the girl grinned, shining her incomplete set of teeth. She must have seen me because she intentionally ignored me as she led the kids to the dining table, placing them. I tried to calm myself. Even if they had dinner, there was no way Nathaniel would come. He never came during the time I waited for him in the past, he would not come now. I wanted to believe.

"Keep searching, Grayson. She would definitely be in a place that we keep skipping." Nathaniel said as Grayson trailed after him. I thought they were heading outside but imagine the shock on my face when he turned toward the dining room, taking his seat at the first chair.

His kids said something to him that him laugh. Nathaniel laughed. My ears were starting to ring. Gosh... Was I dreaming?

I needed to wake up if I was. There was no way Nathaniel would have Maurene and the kids move in. No way, right?

"Hey, Amanda!" Nathaniel called my name and I turned to them, feeling like an outsider already.

I tried to muster a small smile as he signaled me to come over. I didn't move. "You should eat dinner with us, huh?" His brows wiggled.

I noticed the girl leaning closer to Maurene, probably to ask who I was. Maurene didn't respond to her, instead she told her to eat her dinner.

I licked my lower lip, feeling Grayson's gaze on me intently. "I will have my dinner in my room. Seems like I am not welcome here." I didn't wait for him to say anything, I swirled around and headed for my room.

I slumped on the bed, swallowing hard. I tried to think of where my plan had failed and realized that I had lost track already. Things were different now and Maurene was going to be staying with us. Wait, have they reunited? Like are they married again?

The maid brought my dinner to my room and that was where I ate it. Enough of the embarrassment. I decided to call Martins to see how he was doing.

Dialing his contact, I prayed that he should not answer it but he did. "I was thinking you wanted to break up with me, you know?" His smug voice came through.

An instinctive smile curled on my lips and I flicked my gaze to the mirror above me. My heart drooped as I saw the smile. It faltered a bit. I was smiling. Smiling? Why did I feel relief, hearing his voice? What was happening to my heart? Why did it palpitate at the sound of his voice?

"You are silent now, huh?" He brought back my attention to the call.

"Erm... Martins. How are you doing?" I stuttered, sitting up.

"Fine."

"Your injury?" I asked.

"Better than the last time." He groaned.

"Oh, okay." I mumbled and silence followed after. None of us spoke which was strange on Martins' part. He was always talkative so what changed?

"Is there something you want to tell me, Amanda?" he asked and just as I opened my mouth to refuse, a message dropped into my notification bar. I clicked on it.

WE ARE GOING TO END THIS FREAKING GAME VERY SOON, Amanda!- UNKNOWN.

My heart skipped a beat, pounding loudly in my chest and against my eardrums. I breathed out through my mouth as my entire composure changed. "Amanda, are you there?" Martins' voice carried a wave of concern.

"Erm," I swallowed hard, reading the message once again and trying to think of an answer for Martins' question. "Yes, I am with you." I replied breathlessly. "Are you okay?" His voice sounded alarmed..

Gosh, my hands were starting to tremble and panic was starting to set in my guts. I was having a panic attack! I disconnected the call and took my phone with me, hoping I would show it to Nathaniel but when I got there, his laughter rang out, halting me to a stop.

I have not seen Nathaniel this happy in years. I watched them, envy setting in my chest. I turned around and returned to my room. Slipping to the floor, I curled into a ball, gripping my knees to myself.

I was alone. I was alone in this world. Why was he still after me? How did he discover me? Oh, it must have been the event I had gone to. It had pushed me to the front.

I scrambled to my feet, rushing to my wardrobe. I needed a way to contact him and only by doing that, he would stop. If Nathaniel has chosen not to help me, I will help myself. Since he already found his happy ending, I needed to find mine as well.

I scattered everywhere, searching for the phone I used to use then. Gosh, I was going crazy. His contact was on it. I didn't see it there. I paused, running my hands through hair in frustration as I thought of where I had kept it. I moved away from the place, moving to the drawer and there it was.

Bringing it out with shaky hands, I turned it on, and immediately searched for his contact. Finally seeing it, I added it to my contact list. Clicking on the message icon, I began to type.

Hi, James. I have been getting your messages. Let us meet and discuss.- ME

My knees jerked in reflex as I hesitated sending the message. With closed eyes, I sent it and opened it when I saw it being delivered. Relief set in my chest. He still used this number. That was great. A total relief. I waited for his response and must have fallen asleep when it didn't come.

Next morning, when I woke up, my phone beeped with a message alert. I rushed toward the phone, hoping to see a message for James but it was from Martins.

Hey, are you fine? You didn't respond to any of my calls last night.- MARTINS.

Why was he worried about me? I was too dangerous to be with. I had brought harm to him and I cannot keep doing that. That was why I stayed away. They must have known that I was dating him and might even try to harm him since they could not get to me.

I thought of responding to him but that would only make things worse. Maybe I should ask for the cancellation of the contract between us. He can go ahead to choose any other lady to help with his dad. I should do that but why was I hesitant?

Why can't I let go of Martins Taylor? Have I fallen for him?