Breaking Free from the Ex-Husband

Chapter 122

It was like being suddenly pushed into a deep abyss in a dream, weightless, with an inexplicable suffocating feeling like a mountain pressing down on him, making it hard for him to breathe.

Heartbeat was racing like crazy.

But couldn’t catch my breath.

It felt like someone had a tight grip around my neck.

Heriberto was sweating profusely, eyes wide open, staring into the pitch–black darkness in front of him, feeling like he was on the brink of death.

He opened his mouth, raised his hand to touch his neck, and gasped heavily.

I don’t know how long it took, but eventually his breathing became

easier.

Touching the bedside lamp turned on, the light in front of his eyes and everything familiar, made him feel like he was back in the real world.

He sat up and glanced at the clock on the bedside table that Iris liked.

It was only a little past ten in the morning.

In other words, from taking the sleeping pills to falling asleep and then waking up, it was just less than half an hour.

How could this happen?

The sleeping pills tonight, surprisingly didn’t work.

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He looked down, saw the sweat–soaked clothes on his body, closed his eyes, tapped his forehead with his hand, then got out of bed and went to the bathroom.

He came out of the bathroom, grabbed a cigarette and a lighter, opened the curtains, and then went to the French window and lit a cigarette.

was the darkest, so thick that it couldn’t

blue–white smoke, at

just like there wasn’t a glimmer in Heriberto’s eyes at

“Dear.“.

seemed to hear Iris calling

turned his head to look

There was nothing behind.

Silence is terrifying.

speeding

there’s nothing

just heard Iris calling

how is that

has been missing

It’s been six months.

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six months, but didn’t get any news

the past, Iris used to sweetly call him “dear” with

always gave me the cold

he himself knew in his heart that he enjoyed every “darling”

never called

really wants to hear

hugged her, kissed her, and whispered

Iris, where were you?

let me love you,

couldn’t fall

window, with the ashtray on the low table next to him, the cigarette butts piled

French window and landed on his face in the early morning, he put out the half–smoked -cigarette in his hand, picked up his phone, and made

and Zayden are now?” he asked

for a few months, there was no progress

Zayden were probably always where Iris was,