Leave Me Alone, Ex-husband のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 91 - チャプター 100

I'm stuck in a living nightmare. My children and I are being kidnapped by a group of masked men, and I'm powerless to stop it. We've been dragged out of the house and thrown into the backseat of a black car.My hands and legs are tied, and a rag has been stuffed into my mouth to silence me. I can't even comfort my children, who are cowering in fear beside me.As I look around, I can see that we're surrounded by darkness. The windows are tinted, blocking out any light from outside. The only illumination comes from a small overhead lamp, casting eerie shadows on the interior of the car. It feels like we're in a tomb, trapped and helpless.My heart breaks as I watch my children tremble with fear. Evan and Barbe cling to each other, their eyes wide with terror. I try to reassure them with a gentle nod, hoping they'll sense my love and support despite our dire situation. They lean into me, seeking refuge in my embrace, and I do my best to comfort them, my own fear and panic threatening to

Vivian’s POV…"Vivian, wake up…"Someone calls me and shakes my shoulder. The voice sounds low and hoarse. I'm not sure who it is or what they want. I am a bit annoyed."Um…" I groan, wincing."Vivian, please wake up..." the voice begs, sounding more insistent this time.I just want to sleep. What is the problem with the people? Can’t they simply leave me alone?I swear I will beat whoever is disturbing me. My forehead creases as I try to open my eyes. But they feel heavy, like there are weights attached to my eyelashes, preventing me from lifting them.I try to respond, but my throat feels dry and scratchy. All I can manage is a weak "um.""Vivian…" This time, the voice sounds louder than before.I gradually realize that it's George who is trying to wake me up. My mind starts to piece together fragments of memory—masked men, fear, my children, George's rescue. Panic rises within me, and I jolt awake, my heart pounding in my chest.Before I can catch my breath, he pulls me into his ar

George’s POV…We are stranded in a deserted area in the middle of the night. No one is going to come here. I'm wounded, bleeding, and the pain pulses through me with every heartbeat. But more agonizing is the knowledge that Vivian is in danger because of me.I can't allow her to stay here with me, exposed and vulnerable. I don’t want to be a burden to Vivian.Those men can come back to hurt her. She shouldn’t stay with me here, unprotected. She should find a way to escape here.Summoning what little strength I have left, I push her away, my voice laced with desperation. "Get away from here," I growl, the words heavy with the weight of my own guilt and fear. "I don't need your support. Just go away."But her response is fierce and unwavering. "No," she retorts with equal intensity, her determination unshakable. "I am not going to leave you.""Why?" I demand. "I don’t deserve your kindness. I deceived you, used you, and hurt you many times. Despite knowing about Megan’s cruelty, I didn’

I watch Michael's retreating figure. The room feels suffocating, and the air is thick with tension and fear. The promise I made hangs heavily over me, like a dark cloud that refuses to dissipate. I can't believe the turn of events—how the man I once considered a friend has become someone unrecognizable.I take a deep, shaky breath, trying to steady my nerves. I know I have no choice but to fulfill his request, to save George's life. It's a harsh reality that I can't escape from. Trembling fingers fumble with the edge of the blanket as I try to steady myself.Swallowing the lump in my throat, I slowly get to my feet. Every step feels like a heavy burden, and every inch of the distance separating me from George feels like another layer of despair. My footsteps echo through the room, a hollow sound that mirrors the hollowness I feel inside.The bathroom door creaks as I push it open, revealing a space that suddenly feels foreign and unwelcome. The bathroom tiles are cold underfoot. The s

"George…" I rush to his side, momentarily erasing the tension and decisions of the past moments. I kneel beside him, my heart racing as I see the blood seeping through the bandage. The wound has opened up. Panic wells up within me, the urgency to save him overpowering any lingering doubts.Gritting my teeth, I summon all the strength I have and manage to pull him up into a sitting position. His weight is heavy, and his body is weak from the ordeal he's been through. With each step, I can feel his labored breath against my shoulder and his consciousness slipping away.As I exit the room, the cold air of the corridor hits me, adding to the tension that already coils around my chest. George's head lolls against my shoulder, his face pale and strained. The urgency pushes me forward, my determination to save him fueling every step. My arms ache from the effort, but I refuse to let go.We finally came out of the villa, and my breath came in short gasps, a mix of exhaustion and adrenaline. W