Semua Bab My Ex-Husband is Out of Control: Bab 461 - Bab 470

Emily’s POVPain radiated through my leg, sharp and searing, as if a knife had been plunged straight into the bone. I could feel the warmth of the blood soaking through my pants, and it took everything in me not to scream. Chris’s arms tightened around me as he carried me, his breath ragged, but I could barely focus on that. The smoke was thick, swirling around us, making it nearly impossible to see more than a few feet ahead.“Stay with me, Emily,” Chris whispered, his voice low and urgent as we ducked into a small alcove, hiding from the men hunting us. He gently set me down, pressing a hand against my leg to try and stop the bleeding. I clenched my teeth, biting down on my lip so hard I tasted blood.Voices echoed through the passageways, angry and frantic. I strained to hear what they were saying, my pulse racing.“They’re all dead! Almost the whole group wiped out!” one of them yelled, his voice shaking with fury. “This was all a distraction, just to get her! We need to find them

Sophia’s POVThe sound of breaking glass echoed in the small kitchen, shattering my moment of calm like the milk slipping from my fingers. I gasped as I stared at the puddle spreading across the floor, the white liquid pooling around the shards of broken glass.the unmistakable sound of Jared’s wailing broke through the silence. I turned toward the nursery, my heart sinking further. A moment later, Roxy joined in, her cries rising in pitch, two little voices that tugged at my heartstrings.“Okay, okay!” I said to myself, forcing my feet to move. I hurried toward their cribs, my heart pounding in my chest. This wasn’t how I imagined my day would go, but with Elijah at that emergency meeting and Reese at school, I was left alone to take care of the babies. The nanny wasn’t available today either. As I entered the nursery, I was met with the sight of both babies, their faces red and scrunched up in distress. I quickly reached for Roxy first, lifting her from her crib and cradling her cl

Elijah’s POVI sat on the living room floor, surrounded by scattered toys and soft blankets, watching Jared wobble over to me with a big, toothy grin. His little hands grabbed at my shirt, pulling himself closer as I reached out to steady him. His laugh was infectious, and for a moment, I forgot all about my worries. "Good job, buddy," I said, ruffling his soft hair as he babbled something only he could understand.Roxy was fast asleep in the nursery, and thankfully, the new nanny was here to help. With Sophia rushing to the office to handle some urgent project issues, I was left in charge for the day. But it wasn’t just the responsibility that had me thinking—it was Jared.The kid had grown so much in the months we’d been caring for him. Nearly two years old now, he’d already started picking up new words, mimicking sounds, and toddling around like he owned the place. But as I looked into his bright, innocent eyes, I couldn’t help but feel a pang of sadness. He probably didn’t even r

Sophia’s POVElijah, what do you mean followed?” I asked, my heart pounding. But before he could answer, I was distracted by the ringing of my phone. It was my best friend Kayla who was scheduled to give birth any time now. I hesitated for a second, still focused on Elijah, but then I answered. “Hey, Kayla. What’s up?”“I’m about to give birth!” Kayla’s voice blurted out, a mixture of excitement and panic.I blinked, trying to process her words. “What?! Like right now?”In the background, I could hear Connor frantically moving around, his voice strained. “Come on, Kayla, I’ll get you in the car. Lean on me… Let’s go…” “Oh, no… Oh, no,” Kayla’s voice wavered, and suddenly it dropped. “Sophia, my water just broke. Oh, shit, I have to go!” The line went dead before I could respond.I stared at the phone in shock for a moment, Kayla’s panicked voice still ringing in my ears. My worry about Elijah’s words took a backseat to the sudden urgency of Kayla’s situation.I looked up at him, my

Elijah’s POVThe week had passed in a whirlwind of tense meetings, late nights, and endless phone calls. The Inspectorate had started their investigation, combing through our records and sites with meticulous precision.So far, there were no red flags, no violations or irregularities detected. But the silence only heightened my anxiety. I’d spent every waking hour pouring over documents, checking our properties myself, combing through reports, blueprints, compliance records—anything to get ahead of this impending disaster. The board members had voiced their growing unease; they expected solutions, something concrete to reassure our investors and partners, something I couldn’t yet deliver. Every conversation seemed to end with the same, silent question: What are you going to do, Elijah Sinclair?My mind kept cycling through strategies, but the stark reality was unavoidable. We’d need an extraordinary amount of cash to steady this ship: our own independent inspections, marketing to res