Revenge With My Undercover Cop Hubby novel Chapter 221

Chapter 221 Kelly, I’m Back

Zev took a step forward, as though he wanted to embrace Kelly, but then he paused,

He was afraid she wouldn’t forgive him.

“I–I didn’t. I didn’t build a family with Clarissa, I never signed the divorce papers, I tore them up. We’re still married. You’re still my wife, legally, Zev said, his voice thick with emotion.

Kelly, her eyes swollen with tears, stared up at him. “Then where have you been for the past two years? Where were you when I needed you the most? When I was in labor, bleeding heavily, needing someone to sign the papers? Where were you when I fainted from exhaustion while taking care of the baby?”

Zev clenched his teeth, lowering his head and closing his eyes, his whole body trembling as he fought back his emotions.

“So… you didn’t show up then, and you don’t need to now. Just leave,” Kelly said softly, pointing toward the door.

“I can’t…” Zev insisted, stubbornly moving closer. He gently lifted the baby off Kelly’s shoulder, not caring if the child cried, and set him down on the sofa before turning and pulling Kelly into his arms.

It was an immature move.

“Let go, Kelly said, avoiding his gaze, her voice firm as she urged him to release her.

Zev refused to let go. He cried bitterly, his body shaking with sobs.

Kelly had never noticed how emotional Zev could be. Back then, even when he had endured so much pain and had been seriously injured, he never shed a tear. But now, he wept like a fragile flower after a storm.

He seemed to be able to cry all day if nobody stopped him.

“The things online … They were all my grandfather’s doing. I didn’t know about any of it … I haven’t seen Clarissa in two years,” Zev whispered, his voice shaking. “I haven’t even been in Seaville…”

“Then where were you?” Kelly asked, her heart tightening. Before she could stop herself, tears began to fall.

She cried, asking Zev where he had been.

Zev just cried in response, offering no explanation.

After a long silence, he spoke again. “Kelly, I’m back… I’ve come back…

On the sofa, the baby looked around, confused, before letting out a loud cry.

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When no one responded, he stopped crying and began playing with his toys by himself.

Kelly, still unwilling, found herself caught in Zev’s embrace. She tried to break free, but her strength failed her. Eventually, she stopped resisting.

Zev won’t lie about this–he must have never truly built a life with Clarissa. He couldn’t have been with her in the way it seemed.

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Chapter 221 Kelly, I’m Back

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“Honey … I’m hungry. I want to have your spaghetti, shredded potato, seared salmon…” Zev whispered, almost pleading.

He held Kelly tightly, burying his face in the curve of her neck, as though trying to make sure she was really there, in his arms.

Kelly pushed him away.

Zev lost his balance, almost crashing into the wall behind him.

Kelly froze for a moment. She hadn’t pushed him that hard….

Something wasn’t right with Zev.

The old Zev, when he held her, had been full of powerful muscles, his strength almost intimidating.

But now, when he held her, all she felt were his bones.

Frantically, Kelly moved forward, pulling at Zev’s clothes, no longer able to lie to herself.

She still cared about him.

She still loved him.

But it was because she loved him that it hurt even more.

“Kelly … “As Kelly tried to lift his shirt, Zev panicked, grabbing her hand to stop her.

But Kelly still managed to lift it.

His waist and abdomen were flat, with only a faint outline of muscles. But they were thin–almost skeletal.

The old Zev had had a solid, sculpted torso, full of explosive strength. His body had radiated vitality.

But now …

What had he gone through?

Zev looked away, nervously pulling his clothes down. “Honey, I’m hungry…”

Kelly, now in a panic, turned and almost ran into the kitchen. She quickly closed the kitchen door behind her, leaning against it as she pulled at her hair and cried.

She couldn’t bring herself to ask.

Compared to Zev remarrying and leading a happy life, she was more afraid of learning what he had been through during the past two years…

In the living room, Zev leaned weakly against the wall, exhaustion written all over his face as he took a deep breath, closing his eyes.

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“Mine…” he muttered, as though warning Zev not to take it.

Zev, looking even thinner now and wearing a loose sweatshirt that made him seem almost sickly, towered over the child. Yet there was something hauntingly beautiful about the frailty he now displayed.