Reborn Heiress: Married To My Ex-Husband's Rival-Chapter 111 I Love You {Epilogue}

Jasmine stirred slowly on the bed, her hair was scattered everywhere as she yawned while her fingers reached across the sheets.

The space beside her was empty.

She sighed and sat up, pushing her hair out of her face. A faint scent of coffee drifted in from the kitchen into the bedroom.

The early morning sun penetrated the window into the room. The air was different there in Chicago.

It has been a year since everything happened. A year, the pained rolled by. And kingsley had made preparations for them to revisit and complete their vacation at his penthouse in the snowy island.

They left their daughter, Iris, with Jasmine’s mom to take care of while they were gone.

Jasmine smiled weakly, her eyes were a little misty. Kingsley was up before her again.

She wrapped a robe around her shoulders and walked barefoot into the kitchen with no panties underneath Kingsley’s shirt she had on.

Kingsley stood by the stove, dressed in a plain T-shirt and joggers. He was flipping pancakes while humming to himself.

"You’re up early," she said, leaning against the doorway, staring at his broad back.

"I woke up to a snore that almost shook the walls," he replied without turning to face her. "Had to escape."

She rolled her eyes with a hint of laughter on her face. "You always say that."

He looked over his shoulder, and his eyes scanned her thoroughly. "Because it’s true. But I still love you."

She walked over and wrapped her arms around him from behind. Her cheek rested against his back, breathing in his scent mixed with the sweet smell of toast.

"Smells good," she whispered.

"I added cinnamon this time. Thought I’d experiment."

"I trust you." She mumbled.

"You shouldn’t," he laughed. "Remember the chili I made last week?"

"That was terrible," she admitted.

"I noticed," he said. "You almost cried."

They laughed quietly. There was no one in sight—just like the way Jasmine remembered it. It was just the two of them, like this.

After breakfast, they sat out on the small balcony. Kingsley held a mug in one hand, while Jasmine leaned into his side, their fingers were locked.

He turned to her. "You still think about it? Everything that happened?"

"Sometimes," she said with a small shrug. "But it doesn’t feel heavy anymore."

He nodded without saying a word.

"I used to think love had to hurt. That pain made it real." She paused. "But now I know it’s the quiet things. The way you make me tea. The way you turn the lights off when I forget."

He looked at her, his eyes were soft. "The way you burn toast but still blame the toaster?"

She nudged him. "Exactly."

There was a long pause before Kingsley cleared his throat. "I didn’t think we’d get here."

"Neither did I," she said. "But we did."

She could still remember that fateful day. When she woke up inside her car, in the middle of the road. A few days before her wedding to Jack. She had been reborn. Given a second chance at life.

Yet, the first thing she did was make a bold move. She had shamelessly approached Kingsley with a marriage offer.

He agreed. Rules were set. The contract was signed and they agreed to mind their own business. Now, they were each other’s businesses. And Iris was their symbol of love—even though they didn’t waste time dumping her with her grandma and left to enjoy their vacation.

"And we’re still learning," he added.

She smiled, resting her head on his shoulder. "That’s the good part."

A silence settled between them again, not empty, but full. Full of the life they had built. Full of second chances. Full of love.

Somewhere behind them, a timer beeped. Jasmine furrowed her brows. "Is that the laundry?" she asked kingsley.

"No. That’s the oven. I baked something."

"You?" Her eyes widened in genuine surprise.

He nodded. "Trust me."

She laughed. "Trust you at my own risk."

Kingsley gave her an incredulous look. "For real??"

Seeing the look on his face, Jasmine burst into a fit of laughter. "You’re so easy to pick on."

Kingsley raised a single brow at her," You’re picking on me now? wanna learn a lesson??"

Jasmine hummed, a look of mischief twirling in her eyes. Her lips curled as she said slowly. "I would love to. What do you have for me....." she whispered in a low tone. "Daddy."

Kingsley’s face froze for a split second. His whole body went rigid before he snapped out of it. He rushed towards Jasmine, scooping her into his arms.

Jasmine let out a chuckle as Kingsley hurriedly carried her into the living room.

"Fuck. You’re being naughty lately, Little wife." He rushed out his words as he let her down.

Being called ’Daddy’ in that tone was such a big turn on for him. Especially when it comes from Jasmine.

Jasmine didn’t struggle. She let him do his stuff with her. To her surprise, he placed her on the ground, turned her around to face the kitchen table.

The kitchen had a see-through glass. Anybody can see. That’s if there was anybody on the island with them.

And that wasn’t the case.

Kingsley grabbed a book and handed it to her. "You wanna be naughty??" He raised one of her legs and placed it on top of the counter, making her butt to be at his mercy.

He spanked her, Jasmine winced. Kingsley opened the book and said in a commanding voice. "If you can read this Chapter without trailing off or moaning—I’ll give you a release."

"What?" Jasmine voiced out.

Kingsley held her hips in place, and he pushed the T-shirt up, only to see her naked underneath. His eyes darkened even more. "Read. Jasmine."

"That’s so....Argh." Jasmine squirmed when Kingsley inserted his fingers into her wetness, cutting off her words.

Kingsley didn’t spare her. His fingers rubbed against her buds, sliding in and out of her while giving ruthless commands. "Read and get a good release, Jasmine. Do it."

Jasmine shook, she fought back the moan hanging in her throat as she read in a cranky tone. "Ten ways to..."

She moaned. She couldn’t hold it in—not when he was riding her like that.

Kingsley spanked her round ass, earning a groan from her. "Again."

"Please..." Jasmine begged. Her hands trembled, her legs felt electrocuted but he didn’t stop. Instead, he inserted one more finger. "Oh God." She sighed heavily.

She picked up the book amidst the bitter-sweet torture. Her vision was blurry as she read along the lines while her husband fingered her insanely. "Ten ways to make great pancakes."

She began, her breath growing heavier at every interval. She tried to stay calm but Kingsley seemed to be enjoying her misery because he lowered himself and used his tongue.

"Fuck!! fuck!!" A single tear drop escaped her eyes as she pleaded. "Please...." Sweat glittered on her skin. Kingsley took off her shirt and molded her breasts with one hand while fingering her.

"Read, Wifey. While I finger your little sweet pussy. Or don’t you want a release??" He whispered in her ear. She should be mad that he was doing this to her. But somehow, it only added to her arousal.

" I want."

Jasmine sucked in a deep breath, grabbed the book and began to read through the line. It was torturous but she managed to read to the last line:

"There. Your pancake is ready to be devoured."

She turned breathless after finishing the last line. Kingsley planted wet kisses on her back. From her lower waist, up to her neck. He whispered into her tears. "Good job, Wifey. Now, you can have the dick."

Jasmine grumbled instead. "Fuck you." Earning a low chuckle from Kingsley—turning her on even further.

As promised, Kingsley gave her the best orgasm with his dick. Riding her insanely until she cummed all over the table.

Kingsley washed her up after that mind-blowing sex on the kitchen counter, kitchen floor, and the kitchen table, and up to the living room.

Jasmine was spent as she nestled into Kingsley’s arms. His arms were wrapped around her as they lay on the soft bed, enjoying the moment.

The quiet, the slow rhythms of their heartbeats. It was just so perfect. Until Jasmine broke the silence. "I can’t help but feel giddy about Nicole’s and Raymond’s forthcoming wedding happening next week."

Kingsley hummed. "Yeah. They’ve had it rough but thankfully, they overcame all that. But I’m not feeling all giddy about it."

Jasmine raised her head to look at him. "Why??"

Kingsley grumbled. "Because we’ll have to leave this island to attend the wedding. I just wanna spend the rest of my days here with you. Doing the little things that matter and leaving behind everything else."

Jasmine chuckled. "You’re lucky to have sweet in-laws who are willing to help take care of your daughter."

Kingsley laughed at that. "I love my daughter very much but I love her mom even more. I think she’ll understand why I am choosing to stay here with you."

Jasmine laughed. "You are such a great father."

Kingsley chortled, noting the sarcasm in her tone. He pulled Jasmine into a tighter hug. He mumbled against her hair. "I can’t just stay away from you. You’re addictive."

Jasmine smiled warmly. "That’s so sweet."

Kingsley kissed the top of her head. "I love you, Jasmine. Too much." He sighed as if the weight of the love he had for her was too much. "Not the light kind. Not the ’we married so it’s automatic’ kind."

He breathed out. ".... I mean it in the way my chest still gets heavy sometimes when I watch you sleep. Like I don’t know how the hell I got this lucky. Sometimes I get scared I’ll mess it up but still trying every day not to."

His hug grew even more possessive as he continued. "I love you in that quiet, steady way. The kind that sits in the bones. The kind that doesn’t shout, doesn’t beg, just stays. I don’t need a reason anymore. It’s just there. Constantly."

"I love you."

Jasmine sighed. A warm feeling spread across her chest. This. This was the man she loved. "I love you more, Kingsley Elm."

>>>>The End>>>>