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DEAR EX-HUSBAND, YOU CAN NEVER HAVE ME BACK Chapter 18
Olivia’s POVThe day had finally arrived—Nexus Global’s third anniversary. This milestone wasn’t just about celebrating the company’s success; it was also a moment of personal triumph for me. Every ounce of my little effort, every sleepless night within the past few days, and every challenge I overcame had led to this day.Standing in front of my mirror, I took a deep breath as I admired my reflection. The navy-blue gown I had chosen hugged my figure perfectly. It was elegant and sophisticated without being overly flashy—just how I liked it. My curls fell naturally around my shoulders, soft and bouncy, and the heels I had been eagerly waiting to wear completed the look. I felt ready to face whatever came my way today.Descending the stairs, I found Ethan waiting for me in the living room, scrolling through his phone. He looked dashing in a sleek black tuxedo, his tie impeccably knotted. The moment he saw me, he put his phone down and stood up, a playful grin spreading across his face.
Last Updated : 2025-01-20DEAR EX-HUSBAND, YOU CAN NEVER HAVE ME BACK Chapter 19
Lucas' POVI couldn’t take my eyes off her. Olivia was breathtaking tonight, and no matter how hard I tried to focus on anything else, my gaze kept drifting back to her. The navy blue dress she wore perfectly hugged her curves, leaving nothing to the imagination. Her hair fell in loose curls, framing her face and highlighting the soft glow of her skin. She walked with such grace and confidence that it was almost as if she owned the entire room.But I wasn’t the only one captivated. Everyone noticed her tonight. The board members, the guests, even the waitstaff—all eyes were on her. Yet, I couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy every time someone else admired her. She wasn’t mine anymore, and I had no right to feel this way.“Lucas.”Amelia’s voice cut through my thoughts like a knife. I turned to face her, trying to mask my irritation.“Why are you staring at her like that?” she asked, her tone sharp.“I wasn’t staring,” I replied flatly, though we both knew it was a lie.“Yes, you
Last Updated : 2025-01-20DEAR EX-HUSBAND, YOU CAN NEVER HAVE ME BACK Chapter 20
Lucas’s POVThe hospital smelled sterile, the faint scent of antiseptic lingering in the air. Olivia sat on the hospital bed, looking more vulnerable than I’d ever seen her. Her ankle was propped up, wrapped tightly in bandages. The doctor’s words echoed in my head: Grade two ankle sprain. Hospitalized for two weeks.Olivia’s reaction was immediate. Her eyes widened, and she shook her head. “Two weeks? I can’t stay here for two weeks! I have a company to run. I can’t abandon everything!”The doctor remained firm, his tone professional but kind. “Ms. Smith, your health should be your priority. You need rest and care, or your injury could worsen. This is the best course of action.”I stayed silent, watching the conflict play out on her face. The new Olivia was nothing if not headstrong, and the idea of being confined to a hospital room for two weeks was clearly driving her mad.Just as she was about to argue again, the door burst open, and Ethan came rushing in. His face was painte
Last Updated : 2025-01-23DEAR EX-HUSBAND, YOU CAN NEVER HAVE ME BACK Chapter 21
Olivia's POV"Liv, I think you should let the family doctor treat you at home," Ethan said as we sat in the back seat of his car. The plush leather seats felt oddly uncomfortable as I shifted, trying to ease the dull ache in my ankle.I frowned, glancing at him. "At home? Why? I mean, isn’t the hospital more equipped for this sort of thing?"He sighed, giving me one of those looks that made me feel like a stubborn child. "You hate hospitals. I could see it in your face back there. Besides, I’ve already arranged everything. You’ll get the best care, and you won’t have to deal with anyone prying into your life."I blinked, momentarily speechless. It always amazed me how Ethan seemed to think three steps ahead."You’ve really thought this through, haven’t you?" I asked, a small smile playing on my lips."Of course," he said with a shrug, his tone casual. "You’re my sister. Taking care of you is my job."I glanced down at my tablet, scrolling absentmindedly through social media. To
Last Updated : 2025-01-23DEAR EX-HUSBAND, YOU CAN NEVER HAVE ME BACK Chapter 22
Lucas' POVI parked my car in the garage, my mind still swirling with thoughts of Olivia. The message she sent earlier replayed in my head: cold, distant, and completely unlike the Olivia I knew.“No, I’m fine, Mr. Preston. I don’t need any assistance.”Mr. Preston? When did I become just “Mr. Preston” to her? My grip tightened on the steering wheel, and before I realized it, I banged my hand against it in frustration.I sat there for a moment, staring out the windshield, trying to make sense of everything. This wasn’t the Olivia I fell in love with, the Olivia who used to light up at the sight of me. She was always warm, always kind. How could she change so much overnight?With a deep sigh, I stepped out of the car and walked into the house, hoping to find some peace. But as soon as I opened the door, I was greeted by the sight of my mother and Amelia sitting in the living room.My mother was the first to speak, her voice sharp. “Why are you just coming home now? And where’s Am
Last Updated : 2025-01-25DEAR EX-HUSBAND, YOU CAN NEVER HAVE ME BACK Chapter 23
Olivia’s POVEarlier that day,The soft touch of a kiss on my forehead woke me gently. I blinked my eyes open and found Ethan leaning over me, a warm smile on his face. “Good morning, Liv,” he said, his voice as soothing as ever.“Good morning,” I mumbled, stretching lazily. I smiled up at him and pulled him into a quick hug.“You’re leaving already?” I asked, my voice laced with disappointment.“Yes,” he said, brushing a strand of hair away from my face. “I have to catch my flight. But I wanted to see you before I left.”I sat up and gave him a playful pout. “Have breakfast with me before you go.”He laughed softly. “I don’t have much time, but for you, I’ll stay.”We moved to the dining room, and over breakfast, Ethan’s concern surfaced again. “Are you sure you’ll be okay here all by yourself?” he asked, his brow furrowing slightly.I waved off his concern. “Ethan, I’m fine. You’ve already left me with a small army of maids and everything I could possibly need. What could g
Last Updated : 2025-01-25DEAR EX-HUSBAND, YOU CAN NEVER HAVE ME BACK Chapter 24
Olivia’s POVI was typing furiously on my laptop. The work I hadn’t finished yesterday loomed over me, demanding my attention. I sipped my coffee, trying to drown the persistent ache in my ankle. I had barely made any progress when a knock came at my door.“Come in,” I called, not looking up.One of the maids stepped inside, her voice gentle. “Ma’am, the family doctor is here to check on your ankle.”I closed my laptop with a sigh. “Alright, I’ll be down in a minute.”Rolling my wheelchair to the living room, I greeted the doctor with a polite smile. He was an older man with kind eyes, someone who had been treating our family for years. “Good morning, Doctor.”“Good morning, Olivia,” he said, his tone warm. “How are you feeling today?”“Better, I suppose,” I replied. “The pain isn’t as sharp as before.”“That’s good to hear. Let’s take a look, shall we?”The session began with him asking me a series of questions about my ankle. As he gently massaged the area, I winced but kep
Last Updated : 2025-01-26DEAR EX-HUSBAND, YOU CAN NEVER HAVE ME BACK Chapter 25
Olivia’s POVAfter Lucas and I finished dinner, he insisted on cleaning up the dishes. I tried to tell him it wasn’t necessary, but as usual, his stubbornness won. So I let him. The sound of water running in the kitchen filled the house as I sat back in the living room, staring at the candle I’d lit earlier.Soon, Lucas returned, wiping his hands on a towel. He looked more at ease than I’d seen him in years. “All done,” he said with a faint smile, settling onto the sofa opposite me.I watched as he reached for the stack of magazines and books on the center table, his fingers pausing when he picked up Wuthering Heights. A familiar nostalgia tugged at me as I saw the worn-out cover in his hands.“Wuthering Heights?” he said, glancing at me. “You’ve read this?”“Of course I have,” I replied, leaning back against the cushions. “It’s one of my favorites. Though I have to admit, it’s not the easiest story to love.”Lucas flipped through the pages, his brows furrowed. “I read it years
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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.
DEAR EX-HUSBAND, YOU CAN NEVER HAVE ME BACK CHAPTER 139
Olivia's POV My heart pounded, my breath shallow, my eyes fixed on Amelia, crumpled on the floor, her hands curled around her belly, her sharp cry echoing in the sterile corridor. Lucas was on his knees beside her, his face pale with guilt and panic, his trembling hands reaching to lift her despite his own weakness, the IV line swaying precariously. My chest ached, torn between the love that had surged during our brief, stolen moment—his arms around me, his lips on my forehead—and the crushing guilt of witnessing this fallout, the chaos my presence seemed to ignite. My throat tightened, tears stinging my eyes as I stepped forward, instinct driving me to help Lucas, to steady him as he struggled.“Lucas,” I said, my voice trembling, my hands gripping his arm, supporting his weight as he tried again to lift Amelia, his breath ragged, his eyes wild with fear. But Victoria’s hand shot out, shoving me back with a force that made me stumble, her glare venomous. “Stay away!” she spat,
DEAR EX-HUSBAND, YOU CAN NEVER HAVE ME BACK CHAPTER 138
Lucas's POV “She’s a married woman, she doesn’t belong to you”His statement hung in the air, a cold reminder of the boundaries I’d crossed. My chest tightened, a mix of embarrassment and defiance flooding me as I realized the scene we’d made, my arms around Olivia, my lips on her forehead, all under the hospital’s fluorescent glare. Faces turned our way—nurses, visitors, their eyes curious, judgmental—and I felt heat rise to my cheeks, a flicker of shame for letting my emotions override caution. My body ached, the IV line tugging at my hand, the pain in my spine and shoulder a constant throb, but it was nothing compared to the ache in my heart, the desperate need to hold onto Olivia, to keep her close after nearly losing her.I pulled back, my hands dropping from her face, my voice low, apologetic. “I’m sorry,” I said, my eyes flicking to Austin, then back to Olivia, my throat tight with regret. “I didn’t mean to… I just—I thought you were gone, and I couldn’t—” My words falter
DEAR EX-HUSBAND, YOU CAN NEVER HAVE ME BACK CHAPTER 137
Lucas's POVThe hospital room felt like a cage, its sterile walls closing in, the incessant beep of the heart monitor a mocking reminder of my fragility. My body ached—my spine and shoulder throbbed with every breath, my head pounded with the lingering fog of the concussion—but the real pain was in my chest, a raw, searing ache that came from Amelia’s words: “Olivia’s dead. She died in the explosion.” The memory of her venomous lie, the way it had shattered me before I lost consciousness, haunted me, a wound that refused to heal. I lay propped against the pillows, my hands clenched, my heart a battlefield of grief, doubt, and a stubborn flicker of hope that Olivia was still out there, alive, despite Amelia’s cruelty. The room was a prison, and the two people in it—Amelia and my mother—were the most unbearable company I could imagine, their presence a suffocating weight that made me dread every moment.Amelia sat in a chair by the window, her arms crossed, her face a mask of sullen
DEAR EX-HUSBAND, YOU CAN NEVER HAVE ME BACK CHAPTER 136
Olivia's POV The hospital lobby was a crucible of judgment, every pair of eyes boring into me like a spotlight, their stares heavy with suspicion and curiosity. Victoria stood before me, her face twisted with grief and rage, her voice still ringing in my ears—“Murderer!”—a word that branded me, searing into my heart. My chest heaved, my breath shallow, my legs trembling as I stood frozen. My throat tightened, tears stinging my eyes as guilt and fear churned within me, a relentless storm that whispered I was to blame, that my presence was a curse, dragging death and destruction to everyone I loved. The whispers of onlookers—nurses, visitors, staff—grew louder, a chorus of judgment that made my skin crawl, my heart pounding with a panic I couldn’t quell.Austin’s hand was on my arm, his presence a steady anchor, but before he could speak, a commotion broke through the crowd. Two police officers pushed their way toward us, their faces stern, their steps purposeful, led by an older
DEAR EX-HUSBAND, YOU CAN NEVER HAVE ME BACK CHAPTER 135
Olivia's PovThe morning sun casted soft shadows across the hardwood floor, but its warmth did little to ease the chill that had settled deep in my bones. I’d chosen to stay home today, my heart and body too heavy to face the world beyond these walls. The past days had been a relentless storm—Lucas’s injuries, the explosion that obliterated my car, Richard’s chilling admission that it was meant for me, and Amelia’s venomous accusations at the hospital. My chest was a tight knot of worry, fear, and guilt, each emotion a weight that anchored me to the sofa, my knees drawn to my chest, a blanket draped over my shoulders like a fragile shield. The news, always ravenous for scandal, seemed to stalk me, my name or my company’s splashed across headlines month after month, a cycle of exposure that left me feeling raw, vulnerable, a target in a game I couldn’t decipher. My throat tightened, my breath shallow as I stared blankly at the wall, my thoughts a tangled mess of dread and despair.
DEAR EX-HUSBAND, YOU CAN NEVER HAVE ME BACK CHAPTER 134
Lucas's povThe world was a haze of white light and muffled sounds when I first opened my eyes, my lids heavy, each blink a struggle against the fog that clouded my mind. Pain throbbed in my skull, a dull, relentless pulse that radiated through my body, my spine and shoulder aching with a sharpness that made my breath catch. The sterile scent of antiseptic stung my nose, the beep of machines a distant rhythm that grounded me, even as my thoughts swirled, disjointed and fleeting. Where was I? A hospital, I realized, the realization slow, like wading through molasses. My chest tightened, a flicker of fear sparking as fragments of memory surfaced—the explosion, the heat, the force that had thrown me against the stairs, Olivia’s car in flames. My heart lurched, a single name cutting through the haze, sharp and urgent: Olivia.“Olivia,” I whispered, my voice hoarse, barely audible, scratching against my dry throat. My eyes darted around the room, searching for her, for her familiar
