When My Ex's Worst Enemy Became My Sanctuary novel Chapter 268

After Wade left, Patrick stepped out of the bar and took a call from his mom.

“Patrick, when are you coming home? Your grandfather’s blood pressure is sky-high because of you. How long are you planning to drag this out?”

“Mom, I’ve told you already. Last time was just a misunderstanding. The truth is, I like men. We already compensated the George family. Do you really want me to force some woman into a loveless marriage, just to keep up appearances?”

Berenice was speechless for a moment. “You’re over thirty. How can you suddenly decide you like men?”

Patrick didn’t answer right away.

He’d never been interested in women. He’d always focused on work, but after getting engaged to Bonita, he realized it wasn’t just disinterest—he actually felt uncomfortable, almost repulsed, even at something as simple as holding hands.

He ended up seeing a doctor, who said he might be asexual.

Patrick didn’t hesitate. He sat down with Bonita, explained everything, and they called off the engagement.

That was his life, until last month, when Wade came crashing in.

“Anyway, I’m done talking about this. Mom, let’s just leave it. Who knows, maybe I’ll have a boyfriend soon.”

Berenice had nothing left to say.

***

Jarrett gave Albert a look, all serious. “You and Carola are over. You can’t stay single forever. Ms. George is exactly your type. You’ve been divorced, she’s broken off an engagement—it actually makes sense. Come on, just meet her. For me.”

Jarrett added, “Or do you want Latham making fun of you for the rest of your life?”

Albert’s lips tightened. “Send me her contact. I’ll meet her. You don’t need to bring up Latham every time.”

“Alright, as long as you know what you’re doing.”

Standing in the garden, Albert lit a cigarette and called Bonita. “Hi, is this Bonita? Our parents set up a meeting for us. You probably already know. I’ll pick you up this Friday. Is that okay?”

When she agreed, he hung up politely.

Latham grunted, like he’d just been punched right in the gut.

His voice was rough, eyes dark with need. “Baby, are you trying to kill me?”

He kissed away the tears at the corner of her eyes. “Okay, sweetheart. I promise. Just give me one more hour.”

Dorothea didn’t say a word.

Ten days. Ten whole days, and she’d practically forgotten the beach even existed. At least Latham was always responsible, using protection every time—she’d insisted, since she wasn’t ready for a baby yet.

By the time they got on the plane, Dorothea’s legs were shaking. She shot Latham a glare.

He just laughed. “I know, I know. I’ll carry you.”

***

On their very first day back home, Dorothea got news that Carola had been sentenced to life in prison.