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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
DEAR EX-HUSBAND, YOU CAN NEVER HAVE ME BACK CHAPTER 155
Olivia's POV Austin’s question, relayed through Ethan, was a guillotine, a final test of my commitment after I’d pushed him to the edge with my relentless pull toward Lucas. My heart pounded, a relentless drum of guilt and fear, my chest tight with the weight of my failures—to keep Austin, to save Lucas, to hold my life together. I’d spent the night with Vivian, my best friend, her comfort and ice cream a fleeting shield against the reality that Austin was slipping away, his talk of divorce a wound that bled with every unanswered call. I dialed his number again, my breath shallow, my tears threatening, but it went straight to voicemail, his silence a wall I couldn’t breach. My throat ached, a sob catching as I stood, my legs unsteady, and began pacing the living room, my hands tugging at my hair, my voice a desperate murmur.“I don’t know what he wants,” I said, my words spilling out, my pacing frantic, my eyes darting to Vivian, who sat on the couch, her face etched with concer
DEAR EX-HUSBAND, YOU CAN NEVER HAVE ME BACK CHAPTER 154
Olivia's POV The morning light spilled into the kitchen, pale and unforgiving, as I stood at the counter, my hands trembling while I cracked eggs into a bowl, the sizzle of butter in the pan a hollow distraction from the storm raging in my chest. My throat ached, tears threatening as I whisked the eggs, my movements mechanical, my mind replaying every mistake, every moment I’d chosen Lucas’s chaos over Austin’s stability.The house was too quiet, its emptiness a stark reminder of Austin’s absence, his decision to go on our planned trip alone a rejection that cut deeper than his words. I’d hoped to find him here this morning, to talk, to explain, to beg for forgiveness, but the bed was cold, his keys gone, his phone unreachable. My chest heaved, a sob catching as I plated my breakfast—scrambled eggs, toast, a mug of coffee I knew I wouldn’t drink—its normalcy a cruel contrast to the chaos of my heart. I sat at the table, my hands wrapping around the mug, my eyes staring blankly a
DEAR EX-HUSBAND, YOU CAN NEVER HAVE ME BACK CHAPTER 153
Lucas's POV Amelia’s scream—“My water broke!”—echoed through the phone, a jolt that sent my heart racing, my breath catching in the dim confines of the safe house. My body froze, my hands trembling as I gripped the receiver, fear and urgency flooding me, the reality of her labor crashing over me like a wave. My child—our child—was coming, and I was free, out of prison just in time, a twist of fate that felt like a miracle after the hell I’d endured. My chest tightened, a mix of joy and dread warring within me, the memory of my escape—bribing my way out, leaving a stand-in to wear my name—still a raw wound, a risk that had paid off for this moment. I dropped the phone, my bruises aching, my mind racing as I grabbed my jacket, my voice a hoarse shout to the safe house’s lone guard. “I need a car—now! Hospital, nearest one!” The city lights streaking past as I drove to the hospital. My heart pounding with a fierce hope, a desperate need to be there, to witness my child’s birth, to
DEAR EX-HUSBAND, YOU CAN NEVER HAVE ME BACK CHAPTER 152
Lucas's POV The prison mess hall dissolved into chaos as the same group of inmates descended on me, their fists and boots a blur of violence, their eyes glinting with malice. Pain exploded across my body—my ribs, my already bruised face, my barely healed shoulder—as I fought back, my fists swinging, my voice a raw shout of defiance. But they were too many, too coordinated, and before I could break free, guards swarmed in, their batons raised, their shouts drowning out the din. I was yanked to my feet, my vision swimming, my body screaming, and rushed to the prison hospital, the fluorescent lights blurring overhead, the guards’ grip on my arms a lifeline I barely registered. My heart pounded, fear and fury coursing through me, a chilling certainty settling in my gut: someone was out to get me, and I couldn’t stay in this prison anymore. The beatings, the knife attack, the whispered threats—they weren’t random. This was a hunt, and I was the prey.In the hospital wing, the beepin
DEAR EX-HUSBAND, YOU CAN NEVER HAVE ME BACK CHAPTER 151
Olivia's POV The prison hospital room was a sterile cage, its white walls and antiseptic stench a constant reminder of my fall—arrested for a murder I didn’t commit, beaten within hours of arriving, now nursing bruises and a fractured spirit. My body ached, my face a patchwork of purple and blue, my limp a painful echo of the attack that had left me reeling. I couldn’t figure out why it had happened, why a group of inmates had targeted me so quickly, their fists and boots a brutal welcome that came without warning. My mind churned, replaying the chaos, searching for a reason—had I crossed someone without knowing? Was it tied to Richard West’s death, the crime they’d pinned on me? The uncertainty gnawed at me, a cold dread that settled in my gut, my heart pounding with the need to protect myself, to survive this hell until I could clear my name.I’d learned fast that survival here wasn’t just about strength—it was about leverage, connections, knowing who to trust. My lawyer, Har
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