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DEAR EX-HUSBAND, YOU CAN NEVER HAVE ME BACK CHAPTER 236
Lucas’s POVMy heart thudded, a dull ache in my chest, as I lay on the couch, my eyes gritty from a night of broken sleep. Carter, the ex-military security agent Tom had brought, stood by the window, his eyes sharp, his heart resolute as he scanned the yard. His presence was a steady anchor, but my stomach twisted, my eyes stinging with the reality that we needed him here, that danger was close. I shuffled to the kitchen, my pulse racing as I checked on Lily and Noah, who played with my mother, in the dining room, their laughter a fragile contrast to the tension gripping me. My heart thudded, my throat tight as I watched Lily stack blocks, her curls bouncing, Noah gurgling in his highchair. My eyes burned with the need to protect them, to keep this fragile peace intact. “Daddy!” Lily called, her voice bright, her heart innocent but sensing my unease. “When’s Mommy coming home?” My throat burned, my pulse faltering as I knelt beside her, my leg protesting, my hands trembling as
DEAR EX-HUSBAND, YOU CAN NEVER HAVE ME BACK CHAPTER 234
Lucas’s POVThe hospital’s sterile hum lingered in my ears as I left Vivian and Ethan at Olivia’s bedside, their presence a fragile anchor against the storm of fear that churned in my chest. My heart thudded, heavy with dread, as I gripped the steering wheel, the road blurring under a gray afternoon sky. My hands trembling on the wheel, my throat tight with the image of Olivia clutching her belly, her eyes wide with pain and terror, her voice breaking as she begged to go home. My eyes stung, burning with the memory of her panic over the bouquet, the cryptic note—To meeting you soon—that had sent her spiraling, her PTSD flaring like a raw scar from Austin’s bomb two years ago. My stomach twisted, my heart aching with the weight of her fear, the same fear that had gripped us when the reception hall exploded, nearly stealing her, Lily, Noah, and our unborn daughter.My throat burned, my pulse quickening as I fumbled for my phone, my hands shaking with the need to protect my family, t
DEAR EX-HUSBAND, YOU CAN NEVER HAVE ME BACK CHAPTER 234
Olivia’s POVThe morning light spilled painting a soft glow over Aiden and Lily as they giggled on the rug, their toys scattered like tiny islands of joy. My heart thudded gently, a steady rhythm beneath the weight of my swollen belly, where Hope’s faint kicks stirred a warmth that battled the shadows of our past. The aroma of pancakes wafted from the kitchen, where Lucas flipped them with a playful grin, his cane propped against the counter, his voice teasing as he called, “Lily, save some for Aiden, or he’ll steal your stack!” My throat eased, my pulse steadying as I smiled, my eyes glistening with love for his warmth, his resilience despite the limp from his tibia fracture. Aiden laughed, his heart open with joy, tossing a toy car to Lily, who squealed with delight. My stomach settled, my heart swelling with gratitude, but a flicker of anxiety rippled through me, a PTSD-driven shadow that crept into quiet moments. My pulse raced, my throat burning as I moved to the front door
DEAR EX-HUSBAND, YOU CAN NEVER HAVE ME BACK EPILOGUE
Olivia’s POVThe soft glow of my laptop screen illuminated the nursery, casting shadows across the crib where Noah slept, his tiny breaths a quiet rhythm against the hum of the mobile above. My heart thudded gently, my pulse steady as I adjusted the camera, my hands trembling slightly from the weight of my swollen belly. My throat tightened, my eyes stinging as I connected the video call, Nataliya’s familiar face appearing, her smile warm but professional. “Olivia, you look radiant!” she said, her voice bright, her eyes glinting with enthusiasm. My stomach settled, my heart swelling with gratitude for her support, but a faint flicker of anxiety rippled through me, a shadow of the trauma that lingered from two years ago. My pulse quickened, my throat burning as I forced a smile, my eyes burning with the effort to stay present. “Thanks, Nataliya,” I said, my voice soft, my hands resting on my belly. “But I’m calling about work—I won’t be resuming physically until a few months aft
DEAR EX-HUSBAND, YOU CAN NEVER HAVE ME BACK CHAPTER 232
Olivia’s POVThe hospital room was sterile and cold, the beeping of machines a relentless reminder of the fragility of life, but my heart pounded with a heavy mix of relief and anguish as I sat by Lucas’s bed. My pulse raced, my hands trembling as I stared at his bruised face, the bandages wrapping his leg, the IV lines snaking from his arm. My throat was tight, raw with the weight of his injuries—a tibia fracture, the doctor had said, along with mild cuts and bruises, but he wouldn’t be able to walk for months. My eyes stung, burning with tears I couldn’t hold back, torn between the agony of seeing him like this and the inability to look away. My stomach churned, my heart aching with the memory of the explosion, the smoke, the moment I’d thought I’d lost him. My hands shook as I gripped his, his fingers limp but warm, my throat burning with the promises he’d broken. “You promised you’d follow me immediately,” I whispered, my voice cracking, tears streaming down my cheeks. “Yo
DEAR EX-HUSBAND, YOU CAN NEVER HAVE ME BACK CHAPTER 231
Olivia’s POVThe shattered glass crunched under my feet, the jagged edges of the broken window glinting like teeth in the dim light of the reception hall, and my heart pounded with a fear that clawed at my insides. My pulse raced, my hands trembling as I stood frozen, Lucas’s words echoing in my mind—less than five minutes until the bomb went off. My throat was tight, raw with the terror of his risky plan to jump through the window with Lily strapped to my chest. My eyes stung, burning with the image of the chaos behind us—screams, shoving, the crowd’s panic a suffocating wave that pressed against my skin. My stomach churned, my heart aching with the weight of Lily’s tiny body in my arms, her soft whimpers piercing my soul. I didn’t want to jump, the glass was too sharp, but the door was a bottleneck of desperate bodies, and time was slipping away. My pulse quickened, my throat burning with the desperate need to act, to keep my her safe, to trust Lucas’s plan despite the fear
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