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CHAPTER 33: In. Out. In. Out
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2026-06-04 23:37:23
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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
My Prodigal Ex-Husband Wants Me Back CHAPTER 30: She Was Already There
And just as I thought, Lila came home.Even better, it was their anniversary.She appeared in the doorway and the tears were already there, shining in her eyes. But my sweet, useless sister tried so hard to stay level-headed. She swallowed hard, lifted her chin, and spoke directly to Elias like I wasn’t even standing three feet away.She talked about the cookies she’d bought for him that morning, her voice shaky but polite, as if this was just an ordinary conversation on an ordinary day. She handed him a piece with that trembling smile still plastered on her face.I watched every second of it.The pain in her eyes was raw, deep, and so fucking delicious I could almost taste it. She was breaking right in front of me, and she was still trying to be the good wife. Pathetic. Yet so fucking perfect.Elias eventually mumbled something and left the room, abandoning her there with me.Lila turned toward me as I dressed, her voice small but determined.“Why are you doing this, Clara?”I tilt
My Prodigal Ex-Husband Wants Me Back CHAPTER 29: He Always Did
So what did I do after all those years of waiting in the shadows, watching nothing happen?Well, I might as well tell you.I went straight to Elias.My eyes brimming with perfectly timed tears, voice trembling just enough to sell it. Then I spilled the whole story, but not without twisting every single detail until the truth was unrecognizable. I painted Lila as the cold, obedient daughter who had been raised in the basement. Lila as the one trained with knives and screams and blood since we were eight years old. Lila as the one our parents had ordered to marry him, carry his child, and then kill him once the heir was born and the Voss empire was fully locked down.And me? I made myself the soft one. The reluctant one. The twin who had fallen genuinely in love with him. When they finally gave the order, I told him I couldn’t go through with it. That I couldn’t kill the man I loved and that was why I had run the night before the wedding, to protect him from the monster they wanted m
My Prodigal Ex-Husband Wants Me Back CHAPTER 28: What If I Left
The night after our engagement party, two months after the incident, my parents laid the real plan out for me. Not the polished version they fed the Voss family about “merging empires” and “securing bloodlines.” No. The truth came later, in the quiet of Dad’s study, after the engagement ring was already on my finger and the wedding date was set in stone. “You marry him,” he’d said, leaning back in his leather chair with that calm, almost proud look he only ever gave me. “You give him a child. An heir that carries both our names. Then, once the baby is born and the Voss empire is locked down tight… you finish the job the way I taught you.” Mom had nodded beside him, sipping her wine. “And when it’s over, we’ll own everything.” That was the big plan all along. Not an alliance but a long, patient game of chess where I was the piece that got to smile in the wedding photos, carry the Voss heir, and then slide the knife in once the board was mine. Elias was never supposed to surv
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