Billionaire’s Ex-wife : Craving You

Chapter 123

HAZEL

PRESENT TIME

The gravity of the situation was unmistakable from the profound seriousness etched across Ravel’s countenance. I carefully observed his actions as he terminated his ongoing call with Raymond, gently slipping his phone into his pocket. Curiosity piqued, I couldn’t help but ask, “Rav, what’s weighing on your mind right now?”

Without a word, he approached me, his firm grip on my hand indicating the urgency of the impending conversation. Slowly, he led me toward the cozy confines of our living room. As he guided me to a seat, he spoke softly but with a obvious sense of gravity, “Please, take a seat. What I’m about to discuss is of utmost importance.”

My brows furrowed deeply, and a knot of worry tightened in the pit of my stomach as a torrent of distressing scenarios inundated my thoughts. The anxious unease welled up within me, and I fervently clung to the hope that whatever Ravel was about to reveal wouldn’t unleash an unbearable burden. With a tremor in my voice, I pressed him for answers, “Ravel, something’s amiss, isn’t it? Please, tell me, is Daisy okay?”

Sensing the anguish that was consuming me, Ravel came to a sudden halt and tenderly turned me to face him. Gently, he cupped my cheek, his touch a balm to my spiraling panic. “I need you to keep your composure,” he implored, his voice soothing. “Daisy is safe, and nothing will happen to her. I’ve been in contact with the detective, and as of now, there are no new developments regarding her case. This, however, isn’t about her.”

steadying breath, attempting to regain control over my emotions. “Alright,” I acquiesced, my impatience still palpable beneath the surface, “I’ll try to stay calm. So, what’s going on? What is it that you need to share with me?” My tone wavered between curiosity and frustration, and I couldn’t help but add, “Ravel, if

want to reveal the true reason behind our divorce,” Ravel disclosed, “but I need you to be patient until we’re

had left me both intrigued and perplexed. As we stood on the precipice of our bedroom, I couldn’t help but let my curiosity spill out. “Why is it so imperative to discuss the reason behind our divorce right now?” The uncertainty that had initially gripped me was giving way to a mounting sense of bewilderment. I had braced myself for grim news, only to find the conversation taking an unexpected turn into our past. “Ravel, are you genuinely

a heavy sigh and shook his head, his expression pensive. Without uttering a word, he gently tugged me further into the bedroom, keeping me in suspense. The silence in the room was deafening, and my questions loomed unspoken, kept

securely clicked shut, I could contain my inquiries no longer. The anticipation was palpable in the air as I quizzically demanded answers, “What’s happening, Ravel? Why bring up our past now?” The floodgates of my curiosity burst open as I awaited his

a small smile. “You are the

bed and sat down. “Now isn’t the time to try patronizing me,

this earlier.” He apologized before stating What exactly the problem was, and if I must say it wasn’t a good sign. If Ravel apologizes at the beginning of his statement, that means he fucked

Rav.” I interjected, “I don’t know what you’re going to say at this point, but I don’t think anything

out of the blue, catching me

know he was killed Rav.” I saw it in the news back then, but I didn’t care a