บททั้งหมดของ MY POSSESSIVE BILLIONAIRE EX-HUSBAND: บทที่ 371 - บทที่ 380

The dimly lit warehouse loomed before me, its windows shattered and walls streaked with graffiti. My contact, Laurent, waited near the entrance, his leather jacket blending into the shadows."You came alone?" he asked, glancing over my shoulder."Just like you said," I replied. "What do you have for me?"Laurent handed me a manila folder. "Details on one of Kent's suspected hideouts. I've cross-checked the locations with recent activities from his known associates. It’s not a guarantee, but it’s a strong lead."I opened the folder and studied the address. My chest tightened. "This is where they’re holding Lucas?"Laurent shrugged. "If he’s there, you’ll find out soon enough. But Leon, this isn’t a game. These people are dangerous.""I know exactly what they are," I said, turning on my heel.Armed with determination and the address, I made my way to an abandoned building on the outskirts of the city. The place was eerily quiet, with only the rustling of leaves and distant sounds of tra

A few days later, Leon received a tip from one of his investigators. They had uncovered a series of encrypted messages between Kent and an unknown contact, detailing payments and plans that aligned with Lucas’s kidnapping.“This is it,” Leon said, his voice steely as he showed me the evidence.My stomach churned as I read the messages. “So, what happens now?”“I hand this over to the authorities,” Leon said, his tone firm. “But I’m not stopping there. Kent needs to know that he messed with the wrong family.”I placed a hand on his arm. “Leon, I want justice too, but we have to be careful. Lucas needs us to be here for him.”Leon’s eyes softened, and he pulled me into a hug. “I know. I’ll make sure we’re protected. I promise.”That night, as Lucas slept peacefully for the first time since the ordeal, Leon and I sat together, watching over him.“We’ll get through this,” I whispered, leaning into Leon.He wrapped an arm around me, his gaze fixed on Lucas. “We will. And we’ll make sure he

The next few weeks felt like a delicate balancing act. Every decision we made revolved around Lucas—his routines, his therapy sessions, and his healing process. Despite the difficulties, Leon and I were committed to staying strong for him.One afternoon, during one of Lucas’s therapy sessions, Dr. Marlow invited Leon and me to join him. It was a special session meant to bridge the gap between Lucas’s inner fears and his trust in us as his parents.Lucas sat on a small couch, clutching his favorite stuffed animal. He looked up at me with wide, uncertain eyes as Dr. Marlow guided us through an activity.“Lucas,” she said gently, “can you show Mommy and Daddy how you feel when you think about the scary day?”Lucas hesitated, then slowly drew a picture on a piece of paper. It was a simple but heartbreaking image—a stick figure of a small boy surrounded by dark shadows.I felt my chest tighten as I knelt beside him. “That must have been really scary, sweetheart,” I said softly, my voice tr

The days that followed Aunt Lou’s visit brought a glimmer of hope. Lucas seemed to find solace in Tomas’s presence, and the change in him was undeniable. The dark cloud of fear that had hung over him was slowly lifting, replaced by moments of joy that warmed my heart.Each time Tomas visited, Lucas’s laughter grew louder, his smiles brighter. They would sit for hours, coloring, building block towers, and sharing secrets only they could understand. Tomas had a way of grounding Lucas, reminding him of simpler, happier times before everything changed.One evening, as the boys built a fort in the living room, I found myself leaning against the doorway, watching them with a mix of awe and gratitude. “He looks so much happier,” I murmured to Leon, who had come up behind me.Leon wrapped an arm around my shoulders. “Tomas is good for him. It’s like he’s helping Lucas remember how to just be a kid again.”After weeks of improvement, Leon and I decided it was time to take another step forward—

The weeks following my election as PTA president were a whirlwind of meetings, new policies, and adjustments. Despite the challenges, there was a renewed energy at the daycare. Parents began to engage more, the teachers reported fewer incidents, and Lucas was slowly finding his confidence again.But one afternoon, as Leon and I arrived to pick Lucas up, we noticed something that stirred our concern. Lucas was sitting on the playground bench, his expression distant as other children played around him.I immediately walked over and knelt beside him. "Lucas, sweetheart, is everything okay?"He looked at me, his eyes hesitant, and then nodded. "I’m okay, Mommy," he murmured, but his tone was unconvincing.Leon crouched on his other side. "Buddy, you can tell us anything," he said gently. "We’re here for you."Lucas hesitated before finally speaking. "I just… I feel like everyone’s watching me now, like they’re waiting for me to mess up."My heart broke at his words. Even though we had made