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The Billionaire's Ex-wife Never Looks Back 176: Lily's hero
Ella POVThe hospital room was a haze of dim light and antiseptic smells, a sterile cocoon that felt like it was holding its breath, waiting for something to break. I lay in the bed, my chest throbbing with a dull, relentless ache that pulsed with every heartbeat, my head pounding like someone was hammering nails into my skull. But the worst part wasn’t the pain—it was the absence of feeling in my legs. They were there, under the thin hospital blanket, but they might as well have belonged to someone else. I stared at them, willing them to move, to twitch, to give me some sign they were still mine, but they stayed still, mocking me with their silence. The doctor’s words from earlier echoed in my head—significant spinal damage, likely paralysis—and I fought the panic clawing at my throat, trying to focus on the steady beep of the monitors beside me. It was the only thing keeping me from spiraling into the void of what my life might become, a future I wasn’t ready to face.The door swu
The Billionaire's Ex-wife Never Looks Back 175: How to deal with people like Bethany
Marcus POVThe hospital waiting room was a cold, sterile purgatory, its white walls and harsh fluorescent lights burning into my eyes as the hours dragged on, each minute heavier than the last. I sat on a hard plastic chair, my legs tucked under me, the dried blood on my hands flaking off in tiny, rust-colored specks as I twisted a crumpled tissue between my fingers. Marcus’s blood. The lavender dress I’d worn as Ella’s bridesmaid was ruined, dark red streaks marring the fabric, a grim reminder of the moment he’d thrown himself in front of a bullet to save Lily. My heart was a tangled mess of pride and terror—pride because he’d proven he could be more than the sum of his mistakes, and terror because he was still in surgery, fighting for his life behind those unyielding double doors. I stared at them, willing them to swing open with good news, but they stayed stubbornly shut, mocking my hope with their silence.Across the room, Bethany, Marcus’s mother, was a storm of complaints, he
The Billionaire's Ex-wife Never Looks Back 174: We can go through this together
Marcus POVThe drive home from the hospital was a blur, the Chicago skyline passing in streaks of light as Shawn navigated the quiet streets. I sat in the passenger seat, still in my wedding dress, though Shawn’s jacket was draped over my shoulders, its warmth a small comfort against the chill that had settled deep inside me. Lily was in the back, curled up in her flower girl dress, her eyes red from crying, her small hands clutching the stuffed bunny she’d grabbed from the car. The image of Vanessa Monroe pointing a gun at her, of Marcus collapsing in a pool of blood, played on a loop in my mind, each replay tightening the knot in my chest. My wedding day, the day that was supposed to be perfect, had shattered into a nightmare, and I was still trying to piece myself together.We pulled into the driveway of our home, the familiar sight of the brick house doing little to ease the tension in my body. Shawn turned off the engine, his hand finding mine in the dark. “We’re home,” he sai
The Billionaire's Ex-wife Never Looks Back 173: All shattered
Ella POVThe hospital waiting room was a sterile blur of white walls and fluorescent lights, a cold, clinical space that seemed to stretch time into an endless, suffocating limbo. I sat on a hard plastic chair, Shawn’s suit jacket draped over my shoulders, its warmth doing little to ease the icy dread that had settled deep in my bones. My wedding dress, once a symbol of joy and new beginnings, felt heavy and absurdly out of place, the creamy fabric bunched awkwardly under the jacket, its elegance mocked by the chaos of the day. Lily was curled in my lap, her small body trembling, her face pressed against my chest as she sniffled, still reeling from the trauma of what she’d seen. She was only six years old, and a gun—Vanessa Monroe’s gun—had been pointed at her, its barrel gleaming with a hatred I still couldn’t fully wrap my head around. If Marcus hadn’t thrown himself in front of her, taken that bullet… I couldn’t let my mind linger there, but the thought kept clawing its way bac
The Billionaire's Ex-wife Never Looks Back 172: The Unexpected Happened
Ella POVThe world slowed to a crawl, every sound muffled except for the pounding of my heart as Vanessa Monroe stood there, her gun pointed at me, her eyes blazing with a hatred that sent ice through my veins. The outdoor venue, so perfect just moments ago with its white roses and soft music, was now a frozen tableau of shock. Guests sat rigid in their chairs, their faces pale, some clutching each other, others too stunned to move. Shawn’s hand was tight around mine, his warmth the only thing anchoring me as I stared at Vanessa, her dark hair wild under the wide-brimmed hat she’d just thrown aside. My wedding day, the moment I’d been dreaming of, had turned into a nightmare in the blink of an eye.“What are you doing here, Vanessa?” I asked, my voice trembling despite my effort to sound strong. My free hand instinctively went to my belly, protecting the tiny life growing inside me.Vanessa’s lips curled into a sneer, her eyes glinting with a venom that made my stomach churn. “Marcus
The Billionaire's Ex-wife Never Looks Back 171: Wedding day
Ella POVI woke to the soft clink of a tray being set on the bed, the rich aroma of coffee and warm pancakes pulling me from sleep. My eyes fluttered open, and there was Shawn, his dark hair tousled, his smile warm and full of love as he looked down at me. “Good morning, bride,” he said, his voice low and tender, setting the tray across my lap. It was piled with pancakes drizzled with syrup, fresh strawberries, and a steaming mug of decaf coffee—perfect for my six-week pregnant self.“Shawn,” I said, my heart swelling as I sat up, the sheets pooling around me. “You didn’t have to do this.”“Of course I did,” he said, leaning in to kiss my forehead. “It’s our wedding day. Gotta start it right.”I laughed, pulling him down for a proper kiss, the kind that made my toes curl and reminded me why today was the best day of my life. We lingered there, wrapped in each other, until he pulled back, his eyes twinkling. “So,” he said, grabbing a strawberry from the tray, “how was your bachelorett
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