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CHAPTER 25: …What?
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2026-05-21 09:20:50
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My Prodigal Ex-Husband Wants Me Back CHAPTER 36: Be Careful
“No… no, no, no!” My voice cracked and broke as I rushed forward, still holding my dog, and slammed my shoulder against the iron bars. Pain burned through my already battered ribs, but I didn’t care. I shook the bars with everything I had left, rattling them uselessly. “Clara! Come back! He’s dying! Peanuts is dying, please!”My body trembled violently as the words tore out of me, with tears streaming down my face, and mixing with the blood on my skin.“I’ll do anything!” I screamed, voice echoing off the damp stone walls. “Please! I’ll stay. I’ll be your fucking maid. I’ll never leave. I’ll keep my mouth shut about everything I heard — just don’t let him die down here! Clara! Please!”Peanuts let out another weak, pained whimper in my arms, his body shaking against mine as the bite on his leg continued to bleed steadily, dark red soaking into my clothes. I dropped to my knees right there at the bars, rocking him gently, pressing my forehead to his head as sobs ripped through me.“I’
My Prodigal Ex-Husband Wants Me Back CHAPTER 35: Clara!
TRIGGER WARNING!Animal Cruelty ❁✿❀But If Clara had done something to him, if she’d hurt him just to punish me… I didn’t know what the hell I would do, but it wouldn’t be pretty.She led me through the back hallways of the mansion, past the kitchen and the utility rooms, until we reached a plain-looking storage door I’d walked by a thousand times as a kid. She glanced over her shoulder with a smug little smirk, then pressed something on the side panel. A soft click echoed, and the entire wall section swung inward, revealing a narrow staircase going down.A secret passage.I’d lived in this goddamn house my entire life and I never knew this existed. But at the same time, why would they ever show the spare twin the parts of the house where they did their real business?Clara started descending without a word. I hesitated for half a second, then followed her down the cold stone steps, the air growing damper and heavier with every level we dropped. The lights were sparse, just bare b
My Prodigal Ex-Husband Wants Me Back CHAPTER 34: I’d Already Lost Everything
I had two choices.Open the door and lie through my teeth.Or stay silent and let her decide what that silence meant.Neither option felt right.Clara’s voice came again, softer this time, almost gentle.“Lila… if you don’t open this door, I’ll make sure you regret it.”The words slid under the door like smoke while I stayed frozen on the floor, arms still locked around Peanuts, my heart hammering so hard it made the bruises on my ribs throb. For a second, I almost moved. My hand even twitched toward the doorknob. Because, maybe it was best I opened it. Maybe I should just lie, play dumb, beg if I had to. She was still my twin, after all. But just because our parents had chosen her didn’t mean she got to treat me like this. Yes!Besides… what more could I lose? I’d already lost everything.She already stole everything!The second that thought crossed my mind, I suddenly felt insulted by her threat.Not scared — though I was terrified — but insulted. Like even after everything th
My Prodigal Ex-Husband Wants Me Back CHAPTER 33: In. Out. In. Out
I laughed until my ribs and my throat got exhausted and finally burned itself out. When it was over, I eventually pushed myself up and grabbed the mop to finish cleaning the mess, pushing the filthy water into the bucket with slow, mechanical strokes. Every movement pulled at my bruises and each breath reminded me how fucked up everything and my body had become. But I cleaned it anyway. When the floor was clear, I dumped the bucket, rinsed the mop, and stood there for a long moment with my hands braced on the counter, staring at nothing. Then I clipped Peanuts’ leash on and slipped out the side door into the backyard. The late afternoon sun felt warm on my face as I walked slowly across the grass, Peanuts trotting beside me, but then I heard it. My father’s voice, coming from the open window of his study just around the corner. He was on the phone and I hadn’t meant to listen, but the words carried clearly in the quiet. “Marcus Hale is ruining everything,” he hissed with fr
My Prodigal Ex-Husband Wants Me Back CHAPTER 32: Actually Fucking Funny
LILA DANFORTH°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･The couple of days blurred into one long, painful grind.I woke up before the sun, dragged myself out of the guest bed with Peanuts glued to my side, and started the endless list of chores that had become my new life. And those chores of course included cooking from nothing but raw ingredients, chopping onions until my eyes burned and my back screamed, boiling rice, scrambling eggs, trying to make it all taste like something worth eating. Then the cleaning.God! That was the worst of it.Dusting every surface, scrubbing toilets, vacuuming rugs that never seemed to stay clean, and mopping. Always fucking mopping. My knees throbbed from kneeling on the hard floors, my ribs pulled with every stretch, and the old bruises from the alley still hurt when I lifted the heavy bucket of water. But I did it. I mean, what choice did I have?My parents also only spoke to me when they wanted something — “The floors need doing again” or “Dinner at seven” — and otherwise
My Prodigal Ex-Husband Wants Me Back CHAPTER 31: Lila, Though?
It should’ve felt like victory. And it did, mostly. But something about seeing her completely shattered in front of me had left a strange, restless energy I couldn’t shut off buzzing under my skin. “Hey… are you still awake?”Elias’s voice was low and rough with sleep and I felt the bed shift as he turned toward me.I blinked, pulling my mind back to the present, and rolled over to face him. The soft light from the hallway light cut across his face, making him look gentle.“Yeah,” I murmured. “Couldn’t sleep.”“Nightmare again?”I hesitated for half a second, then lied smoothly. “Yeah. Same one.”He didn’t question it and just lifted the covers and opened his arms without hesitation.“Come here,” he said quietly. “I’ll hold you until you fall asleep.”Guess it’s about time I stopped spiraling about Lila.I slid across the sheets and let him pull me against his chest. His arms wrapped around me, one hand stroking slow circles between my shoulder blades as I closed my eyes and pressed
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