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Dear Ex Husband, You Lose! Seventy six
Thomas sat in the hospital corridor, elbows on his knees, eyes fixed on the sterile tiles beneath his shoes. He’d been sitting there for hours — maybe more — watching nurses rush past, the hum of life continuing around him while his world stood still. He still couldn’t believe it. Samantha was gone — imprisoned, her lies unraveled. Their son, fragile but fighting in the NICU, was safe under Kylie’s care. And now… Delia. A door creaked open down the hall. He looked up just as Mandy appeared, her expression soft but firm. For a moment, Thomas couldn’t move — he didn’t know if she’d tell him to leave or forgive him for everything that had happened. “Oh, Mrs.. ,” he said quietly, standing. She smiled faintly. “It’s Mandy, Thomas. You’ve earned at least that much by staying.” He swallowed hard, guilt flooding through him. “How… how is she? Delia?” Mandy stepped closer, her eyes gentler than he expected. “She’s resting. And she had a little girl — healthy, beautiful. Your daughte
Dear Ex Husband, You Lose! Seventy five
The hospital room was wrapped in a hush so soft that even the steady beeping of the monitor seemed distant. Pale sunlight filtered through the blinds, casting a warm glow over Delia’s face as she gazed down at the tiny bundle in her arms. Her daughter’s breathing was slow, rhythmic, perfect — each sigh a reminder that everything she had endured had finally led her here. Mandy stood near the foot of the bed, tears in her eyes as she took in the sight of her daughter holding her newborn. “She’s beautiful,” she whispered, her voice trembling with awe. “Absolutely beautiful, Delia.” Delia looked up, exhaustion etched into her features, but her eyes shone with quiet joy. “She’s everything I didn’t know I needed,” she murmured. “She makes all of it worth it.” Mandy smiled, brushing a hand gently over Delia’s hair, just as she used to when Delia was a child. “You’ve been through hell and back, love. But look at you now — stronger, softer, and a mum to this precious little miracle.”
Dear Ex Husband, You Lose! Seventy four
“Delia, I am glad I have a minute alone with you.” Frank stroked a stray strand of hair from Delia’s eyes and smiled. He could feel his heart thumping away in his chest, never had a woman made him feel this way before. It didn't matter to him that she was carrying another man’s baby. He couldn't deny how he felt about the woman he had sworn to protect. “I want you to know that no matter what happens from now, I will always be there for you, both of you.” he placed a hand on her bump and Delia’s eyes widened with curiosity. She wondered what he was getting at. Then, a taxi screeched to a stop, interrupting them, at the curb, and before Delia could react, her parents were out, hurrying across the pavement with tears and smiles, arms wide. “Delia!” her mother cried, enveloping her daughter in a fierce embrace, the kind of hug that made all the fear and waiting fall away. “Mom… Dad…” Delia whispered, overwhelmed, pressing her cheek against theirs, feeling the unspoken relief a
Dear Ex Husband, You Lose! Seventy three
Kylie guided Thomas through the hospital doors, the sterile scent of antiseptic sharp in his nose. His steps were slow, hesitant, almost as if moving too quickly might shatter the fragile peace that had settled over him since the courtroom. The weight of the past weeks pressed down on him, and he wasn’t sure if relief or fear dominated his chest. “He’s doing well,” Kylie said gently, her hand brushing his arm to keep him steady. “The nurses are fantastic. He’s stable, sleeping now. But he… he’s your son, Thomas. You need to see him.” Thomas swallowed hard. The words sounded simple enough, but the emotions roiling inside him made them feel impossible. He had imagined this moment for months — every nightmare, every hope, every uncertainty twisting together — yet reality felt different. Real. Tangible. And terrifying. Kylie pushed open the door to the NICU, and a wave of warmth and quiet reassurance washed over him. Soft beeps, the low hum of ventilators, the gentle movements of the
Dear Ex Husband, You Lose! Seventy two
The morning sun cast a sterile glow over the courthouse steps, highlighting the line of reporters and flashing cameras that had been gathering since dawn. It was as if the entire city had decided to witness the downfall of the woman who had so long wielded power and fear like weapons. Inside, the air was thick with anticipation, the kind of charged silence that pressed against the walls and made every heartbeat echo like a drum. Samantha entered the courtroom with her usual arrogance, but it no longer fit. Handcuffs glinted against her tailored suit, the metal cold and unyielding—a sharp contrast to the warm, polished floors she had once walked with absolute control. Her eyes scanned the room, landing on familiar faces—lawyers, journalists, witnesses—but none of them seemed intimidated. None of them bent to her will. At the rear of the courtroom, Kylie sat with quiet determination, her posture rigid. Her loyalty to Samantha had been tested, broken, and reforged into something st
Dear Ex Husband, You Lose! Seventy one
Samantha had no idea the game had changed. Her carefully constructed empire, built on fear, manipulation, and the loyalty of those too scared to challenge her, was beginning to crack in ways she had never imagined. Every plan she had made had relied on loyalty; every threat she issued assumed compliance. And now, every thread was unraveling. Kylie arrived at Samantha’s penthouse just as the sun dipped low over the city. The streets below were gold, but in the penthouse, the light did nothing to warm the air. Samantha was perched on the edge of her leather couch, phone in hand, barking orders, her eyes glittering with a dangerous mixture of impatience and ambition. She barely registered her sister’s entrance. “Kylie,” Samantha said sharply, eyes narrowing. “Did you copy the files? Where are the transfers? I want them now!” Kylie’s voice was calm, controlled, and for the first time, the tone carried a finality Samantha could not ignore. “I think you need to slow down, Sam. I don
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