บททั้งหมดของ You're Mine, Ex-wife!: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

As I knocked on the door and stepped into the room, I was met with the arresting sight of Charlotte and the young man turning their gaze toward me. Charlotte rose from her seat, her expression surprise and bewilderment."Dylan, you're back? What are you doing here?" she inquired, her words landing like a jolt.I stood rooted to the spot, taken aback by her unexpected question. "What am I doing here? I've been checking up on you daily for the past weeks, and what am I doing here?" I murmured under my breath, struggling to comprehend the situation.My eyes then shifted to the young man seated beside Charlotte, his presence adding an extra layer of complexity to the moment. As Charlotte turned her attention back to me, she hesitated before introducing us."Dylan, this is my childhood friend, Aaron. And Aaron, this is my..." She paused, her gaze flickering between me and Aaron before finally continuing, "my ex-husband."Aaron rose from his seat, extending his hand toward me with a courteo

"What baby?" I repeated, but all I could hear in response were sobs. "Where is she? Which hospital?" I urgently asked."At City General," Angela replied before abruptly ending the call.I hurried to the hospital and made my way to the operating room, where I found Nathan and Angela standing in front. "What baby?" I halted in my tracks to ask once more. Angela and Nathan turned to look at me, and before Angela could respond, the operation room door swung open, and the doctor emerged."Doctor Stephen, what happened? How is my sister and the baby?" Nathan inquired anxiously.I was stunned to the core. A baby? Is Charlotte pregnant? I asked myself in shock, my mind racing with unanswered questions."Who is the father?" Doctor Stephen asked Nathan, his gaze fixed on him. Nathan turned and pointed to me. "He is the father," Nathan replied, casting a solemn glance in my direction. Confusion and disbelief clouded my mind as I struggled to comprehend what was unfolding.Doctor Stephen approach

"Who is getting killed?" Grandma Adaline's voice cut through the tense atmosphere as she and Grace, Allison's mom, swiftly intervened, pulling Allison and Sonia away from the police. "Why haven't you handcuffed them yet?" I demanded, my frustration boiling over in a maelstrom of emotions."What's wrong, Dylan? Why are the police in our mansion?" Grandma Adaline inquired, her gaze sharp as she shielded Allison behind her. I moved to step closer to Allison and grabbed her with all my might, but my mom quickly came and held me back, her expression concerned and warning. As I turned to face her, she shook her head. "Dylan... no," she said firmly, her voice tinged with urgency."Mom..." I protested, my anger flaring as she held me in a tight embrace, her arms a barrier between me and the unfolding turmoil. her touch, the silent plea in her eyes, gave me pause, and I struggled to rein in the tempest of emotions raging within me.I turned to face Grandma Adaline, my voice laced with fury. "

"Put me down!" I exclaimed, my voice echoing through the room as I writhed in the unexpected grip, trying to free myself from the unseen force."I said put me down!" I repeated, my frustration mounting as the unseen force carried me outside the door and then abruptly dropped me to the ground on my feet. I turned to see who had manhandled me, only to be met by the imposing figure of a huge guard."What the fuck...is this huh, do you all rare guards here?" I demanded, my anger simmering. "I need to go in.""Sorry, you can't," the guard replied firmly."Why not?" I pressed, my worry for Charlotte fueling my impatience."Miss Charlotte is the one who said so," the guard explained, his expression unreadable.As I processed the guard's words, a voice from inside the hospital room shattered the tense silence. "I said so! Leave, Dylan. I don't want to see you ever!" Charlotte's voice rang out, laced with anger and finality.Her words struck me like a blow, leaving me reeling with confusion a

I froze in my seat, feeling all eyes turn toward me. "What is Dylan trying to do...?" I wondered silently."Not her," Dylan announced, breaking the tension. "The little lady at the next table." As the attention shifted away from me, I followed the gazes of the others to the neighboring table, where a beautiful young girl sat, clutching her toy with a sunny smile. "That's my wife!" Dylan declared, and the room erupted into laughter."Thank goodness," I muttered, releasing a relieved sigh as the tension dissipated.Dylan POVFrom my vantage point on the stage, I observed Charlotte's nervous reaction as all eyes turned toward her. I couldn't help but smile as she visibly relaxed, relieved to have escaped the spotlight. I knew all too well that thrusting her into the public eye would only drive us further apart and jeopardize any chance of winning her back. That was not a risk I could afford to take at this critical moment.Locking eyes with Charlotte, I noticed her fleeting glance in my