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DEAR EX-HUSBAND, YOU CAN NEVER HAVE ME BACK CHAPTER 148
Olivia's POV I stood in the kitchen, my hands busy with the rhythmic whisking of cake batter, the scent of brewing coffee mingling with the promise of bacon sizzling on the Gas. My heart was a tangled knot of guilt and hope, the weight of yesterday’s chaos. I’d barely slept, Austin’s words—“Don’t keep my hopes high”—echoing in my mind, a reminder of the trust I’d strained, the promises I needed to keep. Waking early, I’d resolved to make amends, to show him I was trying, that I chose him, even if my heart still ached for Lucas. A special breakfast felt like a small gesture, a way to bridge the gap, to bring back the warmth we’d shared before I’d shattered our plans at the airport. My hands trembled slightly, my throat tight with the effort to focus, to drown out the memory of Lucas’s bruised face, his plea for help, my refusal to stay in his life.The kitchen was my sanctuary, the clatter of pans and the hum of the coffee maker grounding me, but a sudden, incessant blaring of a
DEAR EX-HUSBAND, YOU CAN NEVER HAVE ME BACK CHAPTER 147
Olivia's POVTears streamed down my face, hot and relentless, as I stumbled out of Lucas’s hospital room, the door’s soft click behind me a final severing of the fragile thread that had pulled me back to him. My chest heaved and sobs wrenching from my throat. His bruised face, his limping form, his plea for help with his company haunted me, a love I still carried but couldn’t act on, not with Amelia’s pregnancy and the prison walls now between us. My heart ached, torn between the man I loved and the life I was choosing to protect myself, my resolve to let him go a wound that bled with every breath. The police station’s cold corridor blurred through my tears, my hands trembling as I clutched my bag, my steps unsteady as I headed for the parking lot, desperate to escape the pain, the guilt, the love I couldn’t shake.I was halfway to my car, the autumn air sharp against my tear-streaked face, when a hand grabbed my shoulder, spinning me around with a force that jolted my heart. I g
DEAR EX-HUSBAND, YOU CAN NEVER HAVE ME BACK CHAPTER 146
Olivia's POV The door to Lucas’s hospital room creaked open, and my heart lurched, my breath catching as I stepped inside, the sterile air heavy with the scent of antiseptic. My eyes found him immediately, and a sob escaped my throat, tears spilling as I took in his battered form. Lucas sat on the edge of the bed, his face a map of bruises—purple and blue blooming across his cheekbones, a swollen lip, a cut above his eye stitched but angry. He limped as he stood, his movements slow, pained, his orange jumpsuit stark against the hospital’s white walls. My chest ached, a crushing weight of love and horror, the reality of his beating far worse than the news report had suggested. My hands trembled, my bag slipping to the floor, forgotten, as I fought the urge to run to him, to hold him, to erase the pain etched into his features.His eyes widened, shock flickering across his bruised face, a spark of disbelief that softened into something warmer, more fragile. “Olivia,” he said, his
DEAR EX-HUSBAND, YOU CAN NEVER HAVE ME BACK CHAPTER 145
Olivia's POV “You’re always everywhere Lucas is, and now he’s locked up for murder, and where are you? Nowhere to be found!”—echoed in my ears, a searing accusation that left my heart pounding, my hands trembling as I gripped the phone. My chest heaved, a mix of anger and guilt surging through me, the urge to defend myself, to scream that I hadn’t caused Lucas’s arrest, warring with the resolve I’d clung to for over a week—to stay away, to let him go. My throat tightened, tears stinging my eyes as I sat on the bed, Austin’s breakfast tray now cold beside me, the room heavy with the aftermath of his subtle manipulation, his suggestion of a trip to escape the “stress” of Lucas’s chaos. My breath was shallow, my mind reeling from the news of Lucas’s arrest for murder, his cuffed image still burned into my retina, and now Amelia’s call, her rage a fresh wound that threatened to unravel me.I swallowed hard, my voice shaking but firm as I responded, my heart racing with defiance. “Ame
DEAR EX-HUSBAND, YOU CAN NEVER HAVE ME BACK CHAPTER 144
Olivia's POV A week had passed since I’d seen Lucas’s text, its words—“Please visit again. I have something for you”—etched into my heart, a constant ache I fought to ignore. Each day was a battle to keep my resolve, to stay away from him, to honor the promise I’d made to Austin and myself to let Lucas go. The decision to cut personal ties, to limit our interactions to business, was a wound that hadn’t healed, a choice driven by the reality of Amelia’s pregnancy and his mother’s hatred, but it tore at me, a longing for his voice, his touch, that lingered like a ghost. My chest ached with the effort to move forward, my heart torn between love and duty, and I threw myself into distractions to keep the pain at bay. Austin, bless him, was my anchor, filling our days with outings and adventures—hiking trails, art galleries, quiet dinners—that brought a fleeting joy, his laughter a balm to my fractured spirit.That morning, I woke to the scent of coffee and pancakes, my eyes fluttering
DEAR EX-HUSBAND, YOU CAN NEVER HAVE ME BACK CHAPTER 143
Lucas's POV The hospital walls of the hospital room wall a prison, its sterile walls and incessant beeping a constant reminder of my fragility, my confinement. Over a week had passed since I texted Olivia—“Please visit again. I have something for you”—and the silence that followed was a weight crushing my chest. Each day without her reply deepened the ache, a mix of worry, longing, and confusion that gnawed at me. What was going through her mind? Had she given up on us, pushed away by Amelia’s pregnancy, my mother’s venom, or the chaos that seemed to follow me? My heart clung to the memory of our reunion—her tears, her hands steadying me, the warmth of her presence—but the lack of response felt like a door slamming shut, leaving me to wonder if I’d lost her for good. My body was healing, the fractures in my spine and shoulder less agonizing, the concussion’s fog lifting, but my spirit was battered, trapped in this room with the two women who made every moment a trial: my mother
DEAR EX-HUSBAND, YOU CAN NEVER HAVE ME BACK CHAPTER 142
Olivia's POV The kitchen was a quiet haven after Dad’s departure, the clink of dishes was a gentle rhythm as Austin and I stood side by side at the sink. My hands moved mechanically, scrubbing plates, rinsing mugs, but my heart was a storm of emotions—gratitude for Austin’s steady presence, guilt for the unanswered question about our marriage, and the raw ache of letting Lucas go. Dad’s directive to cut ties with Lucas echoed in my mind, a confirmation of my own resolve, but it didn’t ease the pain, the longing for a love now out of reach. Austin’s stunned reaction to Dad’s mention of meeting his father lingered, a puzzle I couldn’t solve, stirring an unease that gnawed at me. My chest tightened, my breath shallow as I focused on the dishes, hoping the task would anchor me against the turmoil threatening to spill over.Austin’s voice broke the silence, soft but piercing, catching me off guard. “Olivia,” he said, his tone cautious, his hands pausing in the soapy water, “why do yo
DEAR EX-HUSBAND, YOU CAN NEVER HAVE ME BACK CHAPTER 141
Olivia's POV The morning light filtered through the kitchen windows, casting a soft glow over the counter where I stood, the scent of sizzling bacon and fresh coffee filling the air. My hands moved with purpose, cracking eggs, flipping pancakes, arranging fruit on a plate, but my heart was a tangle of resolve and lingering pain. Last night’s decision to let go of Lucas weighed heavy, a choice that felt both necessary and devastating, like severing a piece of my soul. His face—his desperate hug, his whispered relief in the hospital—haunted me, but so did the reality of Amelia’s pregnancy, his mother’s hatred, the family he was building without me. I couldn’t be the mistress, the shadow in his child’s story, and that truth had solidified my resolve to step back, to protect my heart, to honor the marriage I’d made with Austin, even if it was born of convenience. My throat tightened, my chest aching as I stirred the eggs, the clatter of the spatula a distraction from the tears threa
DEAR EX-HUSBAND, YOU CAN NEVER HAVE ME BACK CHAPTER 140
Olivia's POV The car was a pressure cooker, the air thick with tension, Austin’s words—“You’ll end up a mistress, a second woman”—still burning in my ears, fueling a rage that pulsed through me like wildfire. My hands shook, my chest heaving with a mix of anger and hurt, my tears streaming down my cheeks as I glared at him, his profile rigid against the city lights blurring past. His accusation had struck a nerve, igniting a fury I hadn’t expected, a defiance against the idea that my love for Lucas could be reduced to something so degrading, so small. But beneath the anger was a gnawing fear, a whisper that he might be right, that my place in Lucas’s life was precarious, shadowed by Amelia’s pregnancy and his mother’s hatred. My throat tightened, my heart aching.The guilt of hurting Austin, and the stubborn love for Lucas that refused to let go.Austin’s hands gripped the steering wheel, his jaw clenched, but his voice broke the silence, low and sharp, pushing the tension higher.
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