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CHAPTER 158
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DEAR EX-HUSBAND, YOU CAN NEVER HAVE ME BACK CHAPTER 161
Olivia's POV The hospital’s air clung to me as I walked away from both of them. My confrontation had left them silent. My breath was shallow, my hands trembling, my body weak from donating blood, my mind reeling from the reality that I’d saved Lucas only to be cast out, my love for him a burden I couldn’t carry anymore.My phone rang, shattering the haze, and I fumbled for it, my eyes blurring as Vivian’s name flashed on the screen, her familiar warmth a lifeline in the storm. I answered, my voice trembling, my tears falling as I leaned against my car, my heart racing with the need for her comfort. “Viv,” I said, my words choked, my chest heaving, my hands clenching the phone. “It’s… it’s a mess. I’m at the hospital. Lucas was shot, I got him here, but his mom and Amelia—they hate me, they think I’m trying to hurt him. I don’t know what to do.”Vivian’s voice was steady, concerned, the best friend who’d seen me through every crisis since college. “Oh, Liv, I’m so sorry,” she sai
DEAR EX-HUSBAND, YOU CAN NEVER HAVE ME BACK CHAPTER 160
Olivia's POV The street was a blur of fading daylight and distant traffic, but my world had narrowed to Lucas Preston’s retreating figure, his back to me as he walked away.I was angry at him for reappearing, for stirring the love I’d fought to bury, for choosing his new family over the history we’d shared. Jealousy, bitter and raw, for Amelia, for the child they’d created, a bond I’d never given him, a life I’d never been part of. Fear, cold and gripping, that this was truly the end, that I’d lose him forever—not just to prison, not just to divorce, but to a life where I no longer mattered. My tears streamed, my chest heaving, my hands trembling as I stood by my car, the weight of his forehead kiss a lingering burn, a goodbye I hadn’t wanted but couldn’t escape.My mind spiraled, a desperate, aching thought piercing through the chaos: maybe if I’d given him a child, we’d have been together, no matter what. A child might have anchored us, forced us to fight for what we had, to cl
DEAR EX-HUSBAND, YOU CAN NEVER HAVE ME BACK CHAPTER 159
Olivia's POV My heart pounded, a frantic rhythm of grief and disorientation, my eyes scanning the words over and over, their stark finality blurring as tears stung my vision. Austin’s signature on the divorce paper was a wound, a jagged tear in the life I’d fought to hold together, his absence—his clothes gone, his suitcase wheeled out— a void that echoed his last words: “For the peace of both of us, it’s better I let you go.” My mind teetered, losing touch with reality, the contract’s promise to sever Lucas from my life a chain I couldn’t fully grasp, not when his attack in prison, his critical condition, still haunted me. My throat burned, my sobs silent but wrenching, my fingers tracing the papers, desperate for clarity, for a way to undo the wreckage of my choices.I couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, the walls closing in, and my hands fumbled for my phone, my vision blurred as I dialed Ethan, my elder brother, my voice a broken whisper when he answered. “Ethan, I need you,”
DEAR EX-HUSBAND, YOU CAN NEVER HAVE ME BACK CHAPTER 158
Olivia's POV My heart pounded, a frantic rhythm of confusion, guilt, and fear, my chest heaving as I tried to make sense of his reaction, the sudden shift from trust to rage. The contract—to stay away from Lucas Preston, to commit to our marriage—felt like a noose now, its weight a judgment on my desperate plea to visit Lucas together, to see him one last time, to close that chapter with Austin by my side. My tears stung, my throat raw as I sat frozen, the pen slipping from my fingers, the memory of our lovemaking, his kisses, his “I love you,” now tainted by the hurt in his eyes, the slow shake of his head, the storm I’d unleashed with my request.I couldn’t breathe, the silence suffocating, my mind racing with the need to fix this, to make him understand. My chest ached, guilt flooding me for pushing him, for letting Lucas’s shadow creep back into our fragile reconciliation. I’d chosen Austin at the airport, turned away from Lucas’s crisis, but my heart hadn’t fully let go, an
DEAR EX-HUSBAND, YOU CAN NEVER HAVE ME BACK CHAPTER 157
Olivia's POV The bedroom was a cocoon of tangled sheets and fading sunlight, the air heavy with the scent of us, my body still humming from the intensity of our lovemaking. Austin’s arms wrapped around me, his warmth a grounding force, his breath steady against my skin as we lay entwined, the world beyond our walls momentarily forgotten. My heart raced, a mix of exhilaration and guilt coursing through me, the passion we’d shared a vivid reminder of the connection I’d fought to reclaim by choosing him at the airport, by turning away from Lucas Preston’s crisis. I’d enjoyed the sex, the raw, desperate reconnection that had pulled me back to Austin, to the husband I’d nearly lost. My throat tightened, a fleeting urge to blurt “I love you” rising, not from the depths of my heart but from the heat of the moment, a reflex I caught just in time, my lips pressing shut, my chest aching with the realization that I didn’t fully mean it—not yet, not with the shadow of Lucas still lingering.
DEAR EX-HUSBAND, YOU CAN NEVER HAVE ME BACK CHAPTER 156
Olivia's POV The days bled into one another, a haze of quiet despair that draped over me like a heavy blanket, my body sinking into the couch, my heart numb from the storm that had ravaged it. I’d lain around, untouched by the world, my phone dormant, my tears dried but my chest still tight with the weight of Austin’s absence, his demand to prove my commitment by staying away from Lucas, and my own reckless outburst about divorce. I’d surprised myself, though—work, the one constant I could control, had pulled me through. Natayla had sent emails, reports, deadlines, and I’d completed them, my focus sharp, my mind oddly free of Lucas’s shadow, his name a fleeting thought rather than the anchor it had been. That morning, I sat at my desk, my laptop open, a video call with Natayla filling the screen, her crisp voice a tether to normalcy. “Olivia, the quarterly projections are in,” she said, her tone professional but warm, her glasses glinting as she adjusted them, her office backgr
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