บททั้งหมดของ MR. CEO WANTS HIS EX-WIFE BACK: บทที่ 181 - บทที่ 190

I sat on the couch, trying to steady my breathing as the penthouse felt suffocatingly quiet. The silence was heavy, almost unbearable. My heart ached with every beat, the worry gnawing at me like a relentless predator. Zenith and Zendaya, my babies, were out there somewhere, and I had no idea where. My hands were trembling, and I could barely focus on anything around me. The buzzer from the intercom jolted me out of my thoughts.Paul glanced at me, silently asking if he should answer. I nodded, trying to compose myself. He pressed the button, and Raymond's voice crackled through the speaker, "It's me and Beverly. Let us in."Paul looked at me for confirmation, and I managed a small nod. He buzzed them in, and I could hear the elevator ascending. My heart raced with a mix of anticipation and fear. The moment the elevator doors opened, Beverly rushed towards me, her arms wide open. I stood up, and as soon as she reached me, I collapsed into her embrace. The tears I had been holding back

GRAYSON'S POVThe air was thick with tension as I stood on the balcony, staring down at the busy city streets far below. My mind was racing, trying to piece together how everything had spiraled so far out of control. Just a few weeks ago, I had been dealing with the normal headaches of running a business, and now... now I was dealing with a woman I once cared for turning into a complete nightmare."Grayson!" a voice called out, snapping me out of my thoughts.I turned to see Konrad, a hulking figure of a man, stepping onto the balcony. He wasn’t alone. Flanking him were two equally intimidating men, their faces hard and expressionless. My gut twisted as I took in the scene. This wasn’t just a casual visit.Konrad strolled over, the smirk on his face making my skin crawl. He was dressed sharply, as always, his suit perfectly tailored, his hair slicked back. He looked like a man in control, and I hated that he had the upper hand right now."You're not leaving this building," Konrad said

ALICE'S POVI sat there on the park bench, looking at Konrad with a mix of emotions I’d rather not name. He was the only man who ever made me feel anything close to real love, and now, decades later, here we were. His eyes, usually so cold and calculating, held a flicker of something that looked almost like a plea. I could tell that this conversation was going to hurt him and I cherished the idea of getting back at him.He cleared his throat, breaking the silence between us. “Alice, what happens after you get the company? Will you still send the money to save what’s left of my business?” His voice was laced with desperation, a tone I hadn’t heard from him in years.I reached out, my hand brushing against his jaw, then trailing down to caress his cheek. His skin was rougher now, aged by the years and stress. “Konrad, we could have had a good life together,” I said softly, trying to hold on to the memory of the man I once loved.But he jerked his face away from my touch, his expression

SYLVIA'S POVI woke up to the soft light filtering through the curtains and felt a comforting warmth beside me. Beverly had stayed the night—a gesture of support I deeply appreciated. I carefully slipped out of bed, trying not to wake her, and padded quietly to the living room.As I walked into the living room, I saw Raymond sprawled out on the couch, still fast asleep. It reminded me of how fortunate I was to have such caring friends who had shown remarkable patience and support during this tough time. I took a moment to appreciate their kindness before heading to the kitchen to make myself a cup of coffee. The aroma of the brewing coffee was a small comfort amidst the chaos of my thoughts.The kitchen was quiet except for the soft humming of the coffee maker. I poured myself a steaming cup and leaned against the counter, letting the warmth seep into my fingers. Just as I took my first sip, Raymond stirred and sat up on the couch, blinking sleepily.“Morning,” Raymond said, rubbing h

SYLVIA'S POVI stood in the living room, my eyes locked on the bags Grayson had packed for us. They just sat there, lifeless and heavy, like the weight pressing down on my heart. This wasn’t how I imagined our lives would turn out—sneaking away in the dead of night as if we were fugitives. But this wasn’t about starting fresh anymore; it was about survival, about protecting my children from Alice and Konrad. Grayson had made it clear: we had to leave, and we had to leave now.I paced back and forth, anxiety gnawing at me with every passing second. Where were my children? They should have been here by now. My mind raced, pushing away the worst-case scenarios that kept creeping in. What if something had gone wrong? What if we were already too late?A hand touched my shoulder, pulling me from my spiraling thoughts. I turned to see Raymond standing there, his expression calm, yet concerned. “They’ll be fine,” he said, his voice steady, trying to reassure me.I nodded, even though I wasn’t