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Chapter 139

Author: Avalyn Noir
last update Last Updated: 2025-10-21 06:28:16

Kayla’s POV

The road stretched endlessly into the storm, slick with rain and shadows. Trees blurred past like ghosts, their twisted limbs scraping against the night. Every bump of the car made me flinch. Damien’s hands were tight on the wheel, his jaw set, his eyes fixed ahead. Liam sat beside him in silence, his face unreadable.

I sat in the back seat, clutching the small locket my grandmother had given me years ago. It was the only thing that still felt real, solid—a small piece of her that hadn’t turned to dust and secrets.

The sound of the tires on wet asphalt was the only thing anchoring me to the present.

We drove for hours without speaking. The farther we went, the heavier the air became, like we were moving closer to something that didn’t want to be found.

When the road curved into a long, narrow path flanked by ancient oak trees, my stomach tightened. I recognized this route. Even after years, I could still feel the memory of the gravel crunching under my grandmother’s car as
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  • Love me again, Dear Ex wife!   Chapter 140

    Kayla’s POVMy mind refused to make sense of what I was seeing. My grandmother stood at the top of the basement stairs, her silver hair shimmering faintly under the beam of Damien’s flashlight. Her face was pale, her eyes sharper than I remembered, too alive to be a ghost, too still to be human.I stumbled backward, my voice cracking. “That’s not possible. You’re dead.”Her lips curved into a faint smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “Death is a word people use when they don’t understand the truth.”Damien moved in front of me protectively, one hand on my arm. “Kayla, stay behind me.”Liam drew his weapon, his gaze fixed on her. “What the hell is this?”She took one slow step down, then another. The wood creaked beneath her bare feet, each sound slicing through the silence. “You shouldn’t have come here,” she said calmly. “The past was meant to stay buried.”“The past brought us here,” I whispered. “You led us to this place.”Her gaze shifted to me, piercing and almost… proud. “You foun

  • Love me again, Dear Ex wife!   Chapter 139

    Kayla’s POVThe road stretched endlessly into the storm, slick with rain and shadows. Trees blurred past like ghosts, their twisted limbs scraping against the night. Every bump of the car made me flinch. Damien’s hands were tight on the wheel, his jaw set, his eyes fixed ahead. Liam sat beside him in silence, his face unreadable.I sat in the back seat, clutching the small locket my grandmother had given me years ago. It was the only thing that still felt real, solid—a small piece of her that hadn’t turned to dust and secrets.The sound of the tires on wet asphalt was the only thing anchoring me to the present.We drove for hours without speaking. The farther we went, the heavier the air became, like we were moving closer to something that didn’t want to be found.When the road curved into a long, narrow path flanked by ancient oak trees, my stomach tightened. I recognized this route. Even after years, I could still feel the memory of the gravel crunching under my grandmother’s car as

  • Love me again, Dear Ex wife!   Chapter 138

    Kayla’s POVThe sound of the gunshot echoed long after the bullet tore through the air. For a moment, I didn’t know if the scream I heard was mine or someone else’s. Everything slowed—the smell of smoke, the crackle of lightning outside, the taste of fear sharp on my tongue.Then the world crashed back into motion.“Kayla!” Damien’s voice cut through the haze, hoarse and panicked. His arms were around me before I could blink, his hands searching desperately for blood. “Talk to me, please.”I couldn’t breathe. The air felt thick, heavy, wrong. My ears rang, my mind a blur of sound and light.“I’m fine,” I gasped, the words barely forming. “I’m fine.”But I wasn’t. My body shook uncontrollably. The gun had fired, but it wasn’t me who fell.The stranger—the man in black—staggered backward, clutching his shoulder. A bloom of red spread across his sleeve. The gun dropped from his hand, clattering to the floor.Liam stood frozen by the door, his own weapon raised, smoke curling from the bar

  • Love me again, Dear Ex wife!   Chapter 137

    Kayla’s POVThe morning came with a dull gray light that barely touched the cabin. The storm had passed, but the world outside still looked bruised and heavy, like the sky itself had forgotten how to breathe. I sat by the window, staring at the wet trees, trying to quiet the chaos inside me.One night. That was all it had taken for everything to change again.Ryan was dead. My grandmother’s secrets had surfaced. And I was a Reyes—one of the people I had spent my whole life running from without even knowing it.Liam and Damien had fallen silent after the message arrived. Neither had slept. Neither had spoken much since. I could feel their fear, their tension, but beneath it all, I could sense something else—guilt.They both knew something they weren’t saying.I turned from the window and found Damien sitting at the table, his head bowed, hands clasped together. His knuckles were still bruised from the fight, but his eyes held that same storm they always did when he was thinking too muc

  • Love me again, Dear Ex wife!   Chapter 136

    Kayla’s POVThe storm outside deepened, wrapping the cabin in a low, distant rumble. The video still replayed in my mind—Grandma Helen’s face, calm but grave, her voice echoing like a prophecy that refused to fade.“Trust no one with the name Reyes.”Liam’s eyes met mine, a flicker of something unreadable in them. “She didn’t mean me.”His voice was steady, but I could see the slight tremor in his hand. Damien stood near the window, still gripping the phone as if he could pull another secret from it.“Then who did she mean?” I asked, my voice trembling. “What game was she talking about? Why did she say I was the key?”Liam ran a hand through his hair, pacing. “I don’t know. She was old, Kayla. Maybe she didn’t even know what she was saying.”But he was lying. I could hear it in the way his voice softened around my name, the way his eyes avoided mine.Damien turned from the window, his expression sharp. “You do know, Liam. You just don’t want to say it.”Liam’s jaw tightened. “Don’t st

  • Love me again, Dear Ex wife!   Chapter 135

    Kayla’s POVTheir rain fell, but what had replaced it was worse than the storm, its silence. It was heavy and relentless and it was pressed down on me, and it wrapped round the cabin like a shroud. The odor of blood and gunpowder was in the air, heavy metal-like and choking.Ryan’s body lay motionless on the floor. His eyes, once sharp and alive, stared at nothing now. Damien knelt beside him, his hand trembling as he reached for a pulse that wasn’t there.“He’s gone,” Damien whispered, his voice rough and broken.I couldn’t move. My body was frozen, my mind a blur of noise and silence all at once. The gun slipped from my hand and hit the floor with a dull thud. “I didn’t mean for this to happen,” I breathed.Damien stood slowly, his face pale under the dim light from the dying fire. “You didn’t do this, Kayla. I did.”But that didn’t matter. The image of Ryan falling, the sound of the shot, the emptiness in his eyes—it was burned into me. I could feel the weight of it pressing agains

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